Orson's face flushed red as he barked, "I said job orientation for the girls, not... whatever the hell you're thinking!"
Divine Slash: "I was born a Godslayer, I'll die a Godslayer ghost!"
Bradley: "No one treats their members better than this guild! Get paid to kill and marry the emperor's widow? Orson deserves a million likes!"
Texas Musk: "If anyone dares say it's hard to get girls in Godslayer again, I, Texas Musk, will be the first to punch back!"
Heartbroken Loli: "So violent… so dirty… I'm so into it!"
Orson sighed deeply, but his voice was drowned out by the howls of the Godslayer wolves.
The group of royal consorts, including Nadora, turned pale just seeing this raucous scene. They didn't fully understand the banter, but it was hard not to associate this madness with the horrors they'd heard in imperial history—noble ladies dragged off by dark cultists, never to be seen again.
"Alright, alright, shut the hell up already!"
