The leader's hands trembled, and his grip on Jeb faltered.
The daemon collapsed to the ground, crawling weakly before the man suddenly cried out, "Your Majesty! Please save us all!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the others echoed in panic in a chorus of desperation.
Claude, who had already read the detailed reports of corruption within the slave workforce, merely shrugged.
He knew the truth. While some among these daemons were innocent, most were guilty. They had been the ones who denied fellow slaves their food rations, selling them in the market at rock-bottom prices.
That reckless greed destabilized the entire economy, forcing Claude to monopolize key supplies like wheat, distributing them only through government-run depots or official stores.
And it wasn't just food. Even the minimal budgets meant for maintaining their shelters had been siphoned off for profit.
