Kotaron remained silent, not speaking.
Vika nodded, "I understand your decision."
Vika gestured to his subordinates behind him.
The other Lynx Men immediately pulled out their sharp short knives from their bosoms.
They roughly tore at Kent's clothing, quickly removing the young man's pants.
Vika said indifferently, "We've done our homework and know what you care about the most."
"You haven't had any children with other lovers."
"You only have this one son. Even if Kent cannot become a knight, you still haven't given up on him."
Vika stood up and slowly walked towards the restrained Kent, the short knife spinning in his hand,
"He represents your family's heritage."
He placed the short knife on Kent's lower body, the cold blade pressed against the young man's skin.
"So..."
Vika's voice carried a threat, "You only have one chance to consider, Kotaron."
"Father! Father, save me!"
Kent struggled desperately, his voice full of fear and despair,
