Soto swallowed his fierce words forcefully and compelled himself to produce a rough syllable.
"Yes."
This single word exhausted all his strength.
The boiling emotions retreated. Cold sorrow engulfed him.
Soto awaited the final judgment. No noble would like a servant who oversteps, especially since he is a Mixed Beastman, inferior and more despicable than purebred kin.
Half-breed, mongrel, cold-blooded lower beast.
These were the names he had once been called.
After becoming a guard, people finally were willing to call him by his name. But no one could call him with kind and gentle voice like Roy.
——Soto.
In their first meeting, the Duke's daughter smiled and said in a tender voice, "Soto, welcome to this family."
She was noble yet adorable, never throwing tantrums. Even when learning etiquette, enduring hand slaps, failing to score full marks and being scolded by her mother, she would only hide in the bed, sobbing secretly.
"Soto, don't tell anyone."
