For such a grand event, the food didn't live up to my expectations. Or maybe I just had a bitter taste in my mouth.
Lately, it seemed like everyone was just getting their way with me. My ego was in shambles.
I was supposed to be a fucking god-slayer, for gods' sake!
Yet here I was, playing the role of a well-behaved show pony for reporters after an S-rank asshole casually threatened my life to my face.
I aggressively chewed a piece of smoked salmon that tasted like cardboard on my tongue, then washed it down with another glass of whatever high-end wine they were serving.
"So, you this… uh, Tree King, you called it? You said you found his enthralls using your fellow Cadets as hosts to sprout their offspring? Could you go into a bit more detail? What were your feelings? What was the scene, the smell, the sound? How were they doing it? Were the Cadets alive?"
