"Bastard! What do you mean that man isn't here! How could you be so disgraceful as to let him escape!"

Zack's angry voice echoed throughout the dining hall. His rage was directed toward his own slave Seira. He had remained passed out for roughly 15 minutes after Hitto escaped from the inn.

After regaining consciousness, he didn't instantly find out that Hit had escaped, but found out when an employee told him.

"... As master ordered, we watched until the conclusion."

Seira stated briefly in a toneless voice. She concisely answered the question loyally, like a doll. However, that only served to anger the rash Zack.

"You bastard, are you looking down on me!"

Zack's kick hit the kneeling (seiza) Seira straight in the face. She made no move to dodge or defend herself, and resignedly received the blow. For a moment she fell down to the side, but immediately tried to return to her kneeling position.

However, Zack promptly grasped her hair violently and lifted her, and with that rock-like fist he punched her over and over and over again.

Even though the target of Zack's abuse was a slave, his actions made the onlookers speechless.

"E-Erm, Lord Zack.."

One man spoke to Zack. He was the man who had been made manager, and had been ordered to promptly deal with any trouble that may arise.

He had just before stopped the man who tried to send a lone slave to the bath. Even though he had been sent running back by the man's threats that time, it ended up being part of the reason for stopping such behaviour, so he had been bragging of keeping troublesome customers in check.

Behind him was the waitress girl who had suggested a meal to Hit. Even though the food had now been spread all over the place as a result of the conflict.

She did not want to get involved by any means, but simply because she had poured water and brought food to Hit, she was now brought here and treated as a related person.

She was quite scared though, so she was shaking a little as she stood behind the manager. Zack stopped his fist that had been striking the slave, he turned around and gave the manager a sharp look.

"Huh? What the hell do you want! Do you have a problem with how I treat my slave?"

As Zack barked at him, the man straightened his back, stuck out and waved both his hands. He frantically tried to show that this was not the case, and his forehead became soaked in cold sweat.

"No, no, by no means. I have absolutely no complaints about lord Zack's treatment of his slaves. It's just that, well, this time the harm is, no! Of course I'm not saying lord Zack is at fault, however.. even if only a little, could you perhaps give a donation--"

The manager held a lowly bent posture, like the insectoid monster Agofuribatta (TN: no idea how to transcribe this one), ingratiatingly nodding his head a little and with a forced smile he asked Zack. He was desperately trying to do his duty as manager.

"A donation you say? Why should I? I think things look pretty good like this."

"Ahaha. I-Indeed. It's just.. with things like this... As I am the manager, the things that happen right in front of me, you know..."

Right at that moment, the manager closed his mouth. Or rather, his mouth got closed, because Zack's greatsword brushed past his head from the side. Even though the sword can be said to have brushed past, the part of the manager that was from the neck up now smashed into the wall on the opposite side of the room, and fell to the floor. The face still smiling courteously.

The remaining part below the neck fell down to the floor with a thud. A thick, blackish scarlet stream spread and colored the floor.

"A, ah, ahhhhhh!" "If you scream I'll fucking kill youuuuuuu!"

Zack's rough voice sounded. The voices that were about to rise from the onlookers were suppressed by that voice, and silence ruled the dining hall. The people who remained in the now completely tattered dining hall were cowering, shaking with fear.

"Hmph. By the way, missy. You saw it, right? It was an accident that the manager's head flew off, right?"

The waitress girl had been brought to her knees by overwhelming fear, and was now sitting on the floor as Zack asked her. In front of her eyes lay the headless manager. The streaming blood dirtied her palms and the buttocks of her clothing.

But as if she wasn't even aware of that, her breath was going hi! hi! as if she were having convulsions, and she couldn't utter a single word. On top of that, between her thighs an aromatic liquid trickled and spread out. It seems she was so overwhelmed with the situation that she had wet herself. The translucent liquid that flowed from her mixed with the scarlet on the floor, producing an indescribable foul smell that spread throughout the surroundings.

"..... ch, you have quite the loose cunt huh? But that just turns me on!"

"Hick, hick, hi, ro, i. This.. fee, hi." (TN: not entirely sure about this line)

The waitress' apron was thrown to the side, her clothes and underwear got ripped apart, exposing her white skin and fairly developed two hills, the woman lay sobbing alone on the floor. Her body covered with blue bruises that weren't there just a moment ago.

Afterwards, the blood that colored the floor also contained the remains of a deflowering.

While looking down upon such a miserable girl, Zack put his pants back on, and with a refreshed expression he opened his mouth.

"Well I suppose that cleared away a bit of my anger."

Glaring with bloodthirsty eyes at the woman who he had just now ravaged in the dining hall, "Hey, I'll ask you only once more. The manager died in an accident, you saw and agree with this, right?" He asked once more, with a beast-like growling voice.

"Hick, yes, thash, right. Itsh ash lord Zack, hick, saysh."

Hearing those words, Zack gave a satisfied expression, his mouth opened widely in a laugh.

"Um, lord Zack--"

The female innkeeper who was responsible for the inn spoke. Her face had a stiff smile.

"Huh? What is it? Could it be you have a complaint? "No! Nothing like that! I just thought that perhaps you should return to your room... after all you'll stand out if you stay here..."

It seems that the woman's words were able to persuade Zack, he nodded once but he glared at the woman.

"Alright, I'll return to my room. But if you find that man you absolutely have to tell me! Understood?" "Ye- yes, of course!"

He snorted a hmph! in response to the woman, then as soon as he turned towards Seira he kicked her with all his strength. Her gorgeous body flowed to the floor without any feeling of resistance. (TN: not sure about power levels, did he basically destroy her body with a kick?)

"Oi! Call somebody who can use healing magic to my room afterwards! This one won't die easily, but she can be injured!"

"Ye- yes, understood!"

Desperately resisting her body shaking, the innkeeper lowered her head toward Zack, expressing her compliance.

Then, without mercy, Zack once more grabbed Seira's hair, and with her like a trailing dress he left the dining hall.

Repeatedly knocking about the body that was dashed to the wall, Zack's face was brimming with joy.

"I'm not done yet with that bitch Seira. From now until morning comes I'm going to properly train her!"