The ape king stood outside the corridor that led to the stone dungeon. At hearing the footsteps of the ape king, the wolf king asked, “When are you going to send them away?”

Using those fingers of his that were much longer than ordinary beastmen, the ape king combed through his sparse hair, a dark look clouding his face. “After reassuring Irina, let Winston bring them away.”

“I’ll go,” the wolf king said in a low voice.

The ape king looked towards the wolf king and sighed, before striding forward.

“I know you hate Rosa—two of your best sons died at her hands indirectly. I’m sure your spouse hates her...