“Mmph…! Mmmph!!”
“...”
A young man with pale green hair struggled wildly against the ropes binding him.
One of Mangye’s Four Great Generals—Yusa.
I couldn’t say a word as I looked at him.
‘…What the hell?’
How did things end up like this?
What was I even supposed to say here?
‘Why is he in that state?’
He was one of Mangye’s only four generals.
When I saw him last night, he carried an almost Three Lords-level presence.
