Volume 8: Gathering of Wind and Clouds, Chapter 12: Soaking_3

This fellow was clearly an outcast, an illegitimate child, what people commonly refer to as a mongrel.

"Hmm, one shouldn't feel inferior because of one's birth. People cannot decide their origins but can change their fate with their minds, hands, and efforts," said Komer, shaking his head as if he could understand what the other was thinking. "Would you be interested in working for me?"

From despondency to ecstasy, the Half-Beastman's eyes shimmered with a mix of gratitude and joy. Without any redundant words, he knelt on one knee, his voice choked with emotion as he roared, "Maha Gummi swears by the name of the War God Mars that he will serve you for life, Sir!"

With a look of tender care that seemed to penetrate the Half-Beastman's soul, Maha Gummi felt completely subdued by the noble and amiable Lord before him. He felt that even if the Lord commanded him to die for him right at that moment, he would not have any objections.