Chapter 8: The tyrant king
Hael's blank expression shifted into a frown as he tried to make sense of the human before him. How could she mistake him for the deity of the forest?
"Yuuja protects the land. I protect the animals. No humans are allowed to hunt them." His voice was final and resolute.
Anthanasia blinked in disbelief. "If humans can't hunt, then what do you eat?"
"I eat the leaves and the fruits," he replied, matter-of-fact.
The huntress stared at him in shock. You're telling me he's this muscular... from eating leaves and fruit? How is that even possible?
It was clear to Anthanasia that Hael was a stubborn man. Every argument she presented seemed to bounce off him, and even as she explained that humans needed to hunt to survive, his stance didn't waver.
"Meat isn't essential for survival. Fruits and plants are enough," he stated, as though it were obvious.
A spark of frustration ignited in Anthanasia. She'd met her share of difficult people, but this was something else. This man doesn't care at all about the people of Trojas. He's just focused on his own rules.
"You sound just like the King," she muttered under her breath.
Hael raised an eyebrow at her. "The King?"
Surprise flickered across Anthanasia's face. How can he not know who the King is? Everyone in Trojas knows about him—hell, even the neighboring countries have heard of his tyranny.