"Taran, do you know you're wrong?"

Taran didn't answer the elderly cat-person who looked to be around sixty or seventy years old. She simply stood silently in place, staring at her on the path... her gaze unwavering.

It was very strange—before she was captured by the human slave-catching team, and after her sister was beaten to death, she never dared to look anyone in the eye.

"What's wrong?"

Taran asked, looking at a young cat-person standing behind the Grand Elder, "Are you talking about your son abandoning us without a word, not even calling for help?"

Despite saying this, the orcs showed no sign of wavering.

"Nonsense!"

The elder shouted, slamming her wooden cane on the ground, her beard bristling with anger. She demanded, "If you really did nothing wrong, how could you have been arrested?"

"There were so many hunting parties, why was it only your party that was attacked by humans? Why was it you who was captured, and not someone else?"

To the elder who spoke these words, Taran simply looked at him calmly. Amidst the agreement of all his tribesmen, he retorted, "Then why didn't you come to save me? Why didn't you take revenge on humanity?"

This question had troubled Taran for a long time, but even then she knew... because the tribe was afraid, because they didn't even dare to speak loudly when humans came.

Because this is such a ridiculous place.

"Enough nonsense. I don't know how you escaped, but if you still consider yourself part of the tribe, then obediently accept your punishment! Do you understand, Taran?!"

Seeing the Grand Elder shouting so sternly, Taran glanced at the other orcs around her who were echoing his sentiments, then at the sinister-looking male cat-man behind the Grand Elder, and sighed…

Sighing, this place remains as hopeless as ever.

"What kind of punishment is it, Elder?"

Taran asked the question calmly, which calmed the Grand Elder down a little... Judging from the Grand Elder's appearance, she was actually a very weak person, otherwise she wouldn't look so old.

The elder was originally most worried that Taran would be unruly or do something else after returning, or even bring her current master back to seek revenge, but it seems that this is not the case.

Not only is it without a master, but it also doesn't hold a grudge... It seems that Taran just ran away halfway, stole a beautiful set of clothes, and now wants to return to the tribe.

Judging from the fabric, it's probably imperial cloth... How could someone like this be qualified to wear such fine clothes?

"Of course, we'll hand over everything you stole along the way to the tribe! We'll figure out the punishment later!"

"..."

Could it be described as smug? Could it be described as ecstatic?

Taran didn't know how to describe the disgusting expression on the elder's wrinkled face, nor did he know how to face the murderer who had killed his sister.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to handle it, but rather how to face it... Taran didn't know whether he should laugh or cry at this moment... If he laughed, should it be an arrogant laugh, or a malicious sneer, or something else...

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Let's leave it at that...

Feeling a mix of laughter and tears, Taran sighed and unbuttoned his clothes. Then, under the watchful eyes of the elder and a group of "tribe members," he pulled out a bow from behind his back.

This is a very beautiful bow, made for them by the elf sister who taught them the skills of rangers... It is a work of art, a bow that could sell for dozens of gold coins in other countries.

Moreover, it's definitely not just about looking good.

Seeing the Grand Elder flinch, Taran remained unfazed, gripping his bow and saying, "I found this on the road. I'd like to give it to Sean as a gift. Is that alright?"

Sean, the cat-man who, upon seeing the slave-catching team, did not raise the alarm as he was supposed to, but instead ran away at top speed... is the Grand Elder's son, and is currently hiding behind the Grand Elder.

"Give it to me? Ha! At least you still have some conscience, but don't think that's all..."

"Yes," Sean said, casually preparing to take the bow... Yes, he was an idiot.

My tribe is full of idiots.

Taran had this understanding, which is why she wanted to laugh, to laugh loudly, but she couldn't laugh... Some things, some people, don't even have the right to be laughed at.

However, the First Elder sensed something was wrong. She anxiously warned her son, almost roaring, "Sean! Come back quickly! Taran, she..."

However, such a reminder was undoubtedly too late.

At that moment, Taran had already swiftly nocked an arrow and aimed it at Sean's head with ease, as if she were not aiming at one of her own people... To be honest, she had thought she would need a long time to mentally prepare herself.

But it all flowed so smoothly, as if she had rehearsed it countless times in her mind... all the pain, all the pleasure, all the hatred, all the anger...

All of this is contained in this one arrow.

"stop!

"

Like a white feather whistling through the wind, it instantly pierced through whatever Taran needed to penetrate... As Sean's body fell, blood spread, and the stench of blood gradually filled the air.

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