Rexica looked at her opponent with ferocious eyes.
For some reason, she could sense a familiar scent from this human, a scent she had failed to notice during orientation but now it was clear as day…
The scent of one of her kind.
Such a smell coming from a human could mean only one thing, the human had somehow formed a contract with the Feline Beastmen tribe but no one from her tribe would have entered such a contract of their own free will.
That meant the boy standing before her had been involved in a slave trade involving her kind.
She didn't even think any other reason as her kind being subjected to such trades for human pleasures wasn't new.
Fury surged within her but she didn't let even the slightest trace of it show on her face. She wasn't here representing just her tribe, she was representing her entire race and she refused to embarrass them by acting on personal emotions.
