The Lizardman let out a raspy roar, suppressing the screams.
Hearing the faint sound of sobbing, the Lizardman licked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction before channeling mana into the lighting pearl beside him.
"Shh, shh. Lizardmen love eating fish. Poor weaklings, so stay obedient."
The darkness inside the room was dispelled.
A large group of pitiful mermaids huddled together, trembling in fear.
They had long, pale blue hair and lips as light as water, each one looking delicate and radiant. It was hard to tell what they had grown up eating, but they were all remarkably well developed, with their bodies partially covered by seashells. The shimmering water around them only added to their beauty.
Even more striking were their helpless, pitiful expressions, which could easily awaken a person's desire to dominate them.
"Holy crap, Simon really knows how to enjoy himself. This place is perfect for escaping the summer heat."
Phield felt strangely warm.
