"I don't."
The sloth shifted slightly in its chair.
"But… I can say with certainty that there is no beast with such a noble bloodline as that raven inside this forest."
Its paw gestured vaguely toward where the Hound had gone.
"The pressure of the bloodline is such that it even made the Hound fear the raven a bit."
'Fear? The thing that crushed an A+ rank elf like an insect... fears Kuro?'
"The Hound..." Damian's voice trailed off. "It didn't seem to like me."
"...And why would the Hound like the disciple of the man who made all the beasts in this forest his prisoners?"
The words hung heavy.
Damian's hands stopped gripping the armrests.
"...What?"
"You use the Abyssal Slaughter art."
The sloth's eyes were fully closed now.
"The art based on belief… Kaiser is your master, isn't he?"
Damian said nothing for a long time as the rocking chair creaked and the wind rustled leaves.
"...Yes."
"Kaiser is the one who has imprisoned all the beasts in this forest."
