Sylas stared at Kai, who was fast asleep beside him. The slave's body lay on top of the bushes.
"Such a beauty," Sylas thought, unaware he had been staring for too long. The slave's face looked healthier and fresher now, unlike when they first met. His skin wasn't like a typical slave's—clean and soft, though scars were visible on his neck.
Sylas noticed a circular mark on Kai's neck and some bite marks that had turned dark. He leaned in closer to see them better. The marks were clearly imprinted on his skin.
Had the slave been bitten by something? Maybe he had wandered into the forest and encountered wild animals. Sylas couldn't imagine living in the forest for so long.
He felt sorry for him—and guilty. Kai, asleep, looked innocent. How could someone so weak and gentle live as a slave?
Many humans had suffered the same fate. It was something Sylas had never imagined existed in this world. When he saw the servants, he thought they were humans who deserved special treatment.
