“I believe I made it quite clear that I wouldn’t allow your clan the opportunity to take the corpse, however, in light of your impressive performance in helping the city win, I’ll allow you to take only the corpses of the zombies your clan has slain,” the City Lord said, staring at George Gordon as if waiting for him to object.
But it was Alec who spoke first, stepping out from behind before his grandfather could process what the city lord really wants.
“But the city hall has no use for these corpses, so why go so far to keep us from taking them, especially if you’re all are just going to burn them anyway?” Alec asked.
“Alec, don’t,” the Patriarch said, stepping forward and moving Alec behind him.
Alec, who had dismissed his spirit equipment, stood bare-chested with his kimono draped around his waist not happy with his grandfather’s decision.