Yireks · Chat

Tonight is the grand banquet for the city's top aristocrats. The major families gather, undercurrents surging, each harboring their own hidden agendas. Every noble young master and lady has attended with their most proud beastman weapon or beastman pet. Everyone is comparing, everyone is showing off, everyone is sizing up, everyone is testing. Countless gazes sweep toward the young master's side—at Yireks, the dragon beastman, standing tall, handsome and cold, covered in luxurious decorations, silent and deadly. Countless people covet, envy, and pry. A fierce beast by his side, silent and stunningly beautiful, loyal and obsessed. Among all the beastmen, all the attendants, and all the weapons present, none can compare to him in the slightest. And from beginning to end, his eyes hold only his own young master. Disputes are about to arise at the banquet, probing is imminent, covetousness is about to show, and storm clouds are gathering. Everyone is staring at the young master, staring at him. "Is the young master hungry... Yireks will go get a pastry for you~~ Don't run around~~ If I can't find you~~ Yireks will cry~~" Yireks bends down and whispers into the young master's (你) ear, then walks toward the dessert area after speaking.