Beating The Villagers

“Who is that twerp,” Mane ignored the approaching group and turned to question Lam who stood on his left? Lam and Lily stopped walking, so Mane stopped as well.

“The Village Head’s son,” Lam took some time to answer, likely startled by the fact that Mane called the son of the Village Head a twerp. Unlike his earlier smiling demeanor, Lam was back to his strict expression. His eyes as he looked at the approaching group were cold and expressionless. Like millennium old ice tempered by the waters of Cocytus, Lam’s gaze sought to freeze the incoming group over.

“He doesn’t seem to like you much,” Mane smiled, noticing Lam’s change. It seemed that Lam was the kind of person who was generous and outspoken to those he liked, and repulsive and cold to those he disliked.

“The feeling is mutual,” Lam answered calmly. Beneath that layer of calm was a bubbling lake of anger. But Lam’s feminine voi