"Darius, you really are so heartless," Seoryun said. "To tell you the truth, I actually don't want to leave. Just look at how nice the cell is—it has everything I need, and there's a whole flock of sheep here for me to fleece. Isn't that happiness?"
The other prisoners in the dungeon: "…"
Even though they knew it in their hearts, did he have to say it out loud like that?!
Seoryun was used to doing things his own way, and couldn't care less about whether others felt hurt by his words.
He just kept talking: "Once I'm out, I'll have to wake up early, handle all kinds of work, and deal with big and small matters waiting for me. And seriously, how messed up are those nobles who come crying to me for judgment just because they wore the same outfit?!"
"They're totally nuts!"
