
Guwon DOES have a point. Resources are scarce, who gets to decide when and how to use the meds? The town needs to work out a better equitable system because like it or not there really is a functional hierarchy in place for a good reason. Will medicine even work on the kid? I was 100% sure he was a zombie and the dad was hiding him...

If anybody is still confused, chapters 6 and 7 belong to a different manga. Astral Project ran for 4 volumes. It was licensed and published in it's entirety by the now defunct CMX. I don't think this will ever be uploaded since it's so old and there are english publications available. If you want to find a copy, consider that Marginal is Garon Tsuchiya's alias.

I really wanted him to drink the wine by whatever means and then enjoy the night, waking up the emperor saying SYKE THERE WAS NO ROOFIE THAT WAS ALL YOU LOL.
Realizing that the wine was indeed spiked, I thought for two panels that the emperor was going to drink it himself and spend the whole night performing unspeakable acts of self humiliation for his captive to savor.
Now I'm thinking I'm expecting too much hardcore erotica. The "mad man" isn't really mad at all, he apparently just really hates the emperor's guts and he's had it with his shit. This is getting more difficult to enjoy because until now there's been ZERO indication that he holds any sort of hidden affection. There's no tragic bind of responsibility keeping them apart like a marriage, opposing political associations, difference in ideologies... nothing. The dude just doesn't want the d and I don't know how to feel about this scenario.

so it's a.. hawk.. thing... with hands and no tail. He is clearly eating way too much carbohydrates, posibly suicidal? Why else would a bird of pray eat like that? He was in an incestuous relationship with his brother and now he has a noticably younger boyfriend who made a very agressive and opportunistic pass at him while intoxicated (or maybe black-out drunkenness goes away in like 10 minutes in this universe idk). Happy ending. The fact that this is such a tame, mellow representation of a pretty vanilla relationship between two individuals only ADDS to the existential dread that it provokes. It crept up on me, surprising me with it's bizarre ordinariness.This is fine I guess. I saw the cover, clicked on it; expecting nothing more and nothing less so it serves me right. It serves me right and I'm just so fucking fine but also crying for humanity inside. Maybe these are tears of joy, maybe these are tears for myself as I lament my inability to join my fellow men in their, apparently fulfilling, fantasies. In this technological zenith, people have the means to not only fantasize about fucking animals, but to create elaborate and hyper complex settings where fucking animals isn't a mere possibility, but a lauded romantic pursue in a society that has surpassed the biological boundaries that kept our species apart.
Fucking furries man how can they be so creative what the heck is inside their heads
After wasting time overthinking and writing angry ramblings somewhere else I'm finally happy to mourn the story about a power couple of men loving through gray morality that I didn't get.
Instead, I welcome this exciting reminder to not give limitless access or infinite unearned chances to beautiful soulles demons. Hoping to be special enough to be the only one safe from their violence only leads to becoming the most convenient target for that violence.