Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 966: Chapter 472: Thank You for Your Sacrifice

"It’s a good thing we escaped!"

A slender Beastman youth clenched his fists, still terrified, and exclaimed, "You have no idea what I saw last night!!!"

"That Caster, he, he summoned a monster! An incredibly huge monster! That’s right, a tree! It’s a Tree Man!!!"

"It was at least ten times the height of this big tree! Really that tall! Really!"

"It destroyed the camp! It..."

He trembled all over, speaking incoherently and quickly, eager to tell the others what he had witnessed last night.

"We’re lucky we escaped, otherwise, we’d be just like them, so pitiful... sob, sob!"

He was feeling grateful, but in the end, his lips couldn’t help but tremble violently, and he collapsed on the ground in sorrow, letting out a whimpering sound.

In that state, it seemed like he was either giving thanks to the Destiny that spared him or repenting to the clansmen he had abandoned.

Seeing his repentance, the others, although unaware of the specifics, immediately understood what had happened, and for a moment were deeply shaken.

They had foreseen this outcome ever since they made the hard decision to abandon their clansmen and leave on their own.

They did not regret that decision, believing it to be a necessary sacrifice.

Indeed, upon hearing the news of their clansmen’s encounter with the monster, they felt relieved and more grateful for their decisive action.

But those were still their clansmen, their once dearly beloved kin, even some were their elderly parents and young children.

Hearing the bad news about them, how could they not feel sadness? How could they not feel anger?

"What exactly happened? Speak up! What happened to the others!!?"

"Stop crying! Speak clearly!"

"Get up! Talk!"

Although they already had the answer in their hearts, they couldn’t help but press on, wanting a precise outcome.

"I, I don’t know, I really don’t know..."

The young Scout shook his head repeatedly, unwilling to recall how it felt at that time, holding his head, he muttered softly, "After it appeared, I ran away, and only went back after it quieted down... nothing was left, nothing at all!"

"The whole camp was destroyed! All the houses collapsed! Every single person was taken away, nothing was left behind... hahaha, nothing at all!"

He let out a bitter laugh and started laughing somewhat maniacally, nearly driven to collapse by the tragedy and the torment within his heart.

"What did you say?"

The rest sat down on the ground upon hearing the answer, tears flowing from their eyes.

It was strange.

Clearly, it was them who refused to give up, persistently demanding an answer before they could let go.

But upon really getting an answer, they found themselves unable to accept the result.

They felt grateful, yet they were also sorrowful.

And these complex emotions eventually led to a more distorted outcome—they resorted to violence.

"You’re still laughing!!?"

It was unclear who started it, but a foot lashed out at the young Scout’s stomach, causing a chain reaction, with a group of people swarming in to punch and kick him.

"You can still laugh!!!"

"You beast!"

They vented their anger and helplessness on the person in front of them—this cold-blooded guy who watched their clansmen die without helping!

"You actually left them to die!!?"

They roared in anger.

"Why didn’t you come back to tell us!?"

They continuously questioned.

"Yes! If you had told us, I, I could have gone back to save them!"

They vented their fury on the Scout, hitting and kicking him, violently beating him.

"How could you be so ruthless!!?"

It seemed like, by doing so, they could prove their deep affection for their clansmen.

It also seemed like, by venting their anger on others, they could prove they still had some humanity, and were not heartless creatures who abandoned their family.

Meanwhile, the Scout sent by the crowd to investigate didn’t fight back while being beaten, allowing them to hurt him, continuously apologizing.

He was using this way to repent, numbing himself with the pain.

And this commotion did not last long.

When the Scout was on the brink of death, an imposing, one-eyed strong man who had been watching coldly finally spoke, "Enough! Stop it!"

The authoritative voice stabilized everyone, bringing the frantic Beastmen back to their senses, all looking towards the speaker.

The one-eyed strong man was named Lefe, originally the strongest Warrior in the Beast Ear Clan just after Brook, and also a strong candidate for the next Clan Chief.

He was also the leader elected by these people, the "Clan Chief" of the new clan.

"Behaving like this, isn’t it wasting the sacrifice of our clansmen!"

Lefe was equally grief-stricken, but he did not vent his sadness, his tiger eyes filled with tears, gritting his teeth and said, "Remember their sacrifice! Appreciate their contributions!"

He guided their sad emotions, passionately encouraging them: "That’s right! We survived thanks to their sacrifice... they wouldn’t want to see us like this."

"After all, we are now the hope of the clan... Yes, we are the hope! As long as we live on, one day we can avenge them!"

"Revenge!!!"

Unlike the silent and action-oriented Brook, Lefe, though slightly weaker in absolute strength, was more skilled at rallying people’s spirits and had considerable prestige.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to convince these people to abandon the others and leave with him at that time.