“What…?” Yusa asked back, eyes narrowed to slits. Did he hear wrong? No matter how he thought about it, he must have heard wrong. What did that bastard just say? ‘…Mongrel?’ Did he really call me a mongrel? That can’t be. At the sound he had never once heard in his life, Yusa’s pupils wavered. A mongrel? ‘…Me?’ He was...
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