Sweet revenges.

"No. Stop." Anna's refusal grew stronger as he leaned in closer, causing her to abruptly stand up, visibly disturbed.

"Why? You don't intend to keep that secret just for yourself, right? I need a slave this obedient too, you know how hard it is –" Just as his voice started to escalate, Bugak swiftly kicked his chair under the table, causing him to fall backward and abruptly cut off his incoherent babbling.

"What did he say to make you this angry?" With a snarl, he watched that man trying to get up. Confused, with no idea what they were talking about, and up until now, it seemed to be harmless.

"He is a slave-holder," Anna spoke up and as she did say it out loud, she realized the true meaning of her words. The realization washed over her like a tidal wave - he was a slaver.

And she got even angrier.

"What's that?" Bugak asked, completely clueless.

"Could you get rid of him for me, please?" Fully aware of her request's meaning, she posed the question anyway.

Bugak nodded briefly before rising from his seat. Determined not to let him slip away, he swiftly circled the table to catch him.

The sound of overturned chairs and a hastily pushed-aside table resonated in the room as he tightly grasped his nape and forcefully dragged him out of the inn.

"You really must have pissed her off." With a pensive expression, Bugak forcefully pulled this human through the entire village, heading straight for the gate.

Kelman vehemently tried to free himself from Bugak's vice-like grip, letting out desperate screams and flailing his legs in a futile attempt to break free.

He heard the loud, bored mumbling of this bondslave of hers and was seething with rage. How dare she incite him towards another human?

But in the depths of his soul, he was excited. How he longed to claim someone like this as his own.

"How much is she paying you? I heard you talked to her. What did she give you that makes you obey her commands so well!" Kelman screamed, trying to slow him down.

But, his vision blackened as soon as they got behind the gate. With his neck snapped so easily, Bugak got confused. Was that it? Yes, this small worm was definitely dead.

"Not commands, but wishes," Bugak mumbled quietly before he loosened his grip.

As he dropped his limp body by the gate like some garbage and wanted to turn around, he noticed a familiar face between a small group of people in the fields. His face lit up with a sincere smile. That fucking archer.