I unlocked the wooden bars which imprisoned Gentamet and said, "Come out."

Gentamet looked at me with frightened eyes. "If, if I come out of here, aren’t you going to kill me?"

“No, I’m not. So just come on out.” Was my threat excessive? I just allowed him to realize the gap between us because I didn't have time, but he’s overreacting.

Gentamet seemed nervous, and his movements were stiff. The guards and prisoners nearby looked at Gentamet as if they did not understand why he was moving so slow.

Gentamet and I were about to leave the tent when a tied-up prisoner bumped into the wooden bars, drawing my attention. “Heuheuk, please give me my antler back.” 

“Antler?” I couldn’t help but become flustered as a prisoner suddenly asked me to give back his antler when I’d never met until today.

Gentamet looked at the prisoner leaning on the bars with sympathetic eyes and said, “A warrior of the White Antler Tribe.” 

“White antler? Oh, that deer.” I didn't recognize him because the Hunter transformation was undone, but it seems like this was the deer who charged me with a bunch of people and had his antler cut off.

"Heuk! Please return my antler.”

Gentamet looked at...