The Guard Squad does not need to listen to excuses, sobs, or the scornful curses born of fear and hatred—they do not care about these things. They are the Lord's sword and shield, existing solely to carry out their duties.
He cannot escape.
"Dad?"
The drunken question arises as Gama hears the sound of his son Levin walking down from the bedroom on the second floor.
Turning his head, a disheveled man with stubble, holding a bottle of alcohol, asks bewilderedly, "What happened outside? Why... *hic*, is there screaming?"
He belches from the alcohol.
"...Go back to your room."
Gama is silent for a moment, then turns to look at his son: "Go drink your liquor, don't come out!"
"Take Little Dahl with you, don't come out!"
Suddenly, the drunk man is jolted awake by his father's stern gaze. Clutching the bottle of alcohol, he leans against the wall, looking at a puzzled Little Dahl, who doesn't understand why he isn't having dinner, and then glances at Gama.
