“Your Highness, how should we deal with the human pigs?” The oneechan clown asked me, pointing at the pound on the other side. Her eyes held a mixture of sadness and anger.

Anyone would feel sad for those human pigs, as well as anger at the Ghost Eclipsers’ brutal behavior!

The human pigs continued to sit, squat and lie about within the pound. Expressionless, they did not respond to anything that happened outside their pound,only looking around dully like a domesticated animal.

As humans, they should have been cheering at the Ghost Eclipsers’ death. They should have been shedding tears of joy. Moto, Silver Snake and the other men had responded humanely, but I couldn’t see any changes of expression across...