Vangar studied Rory's reaction, a faint crease forming between his brows.
His Female Master didn't look pleased to see him. If anything, she looked… afraid.
Was he truly that frightening?
Or had he been too intense just now—enough to startle her?
His gaze drifted to the woman before him—soft, warm, and delicately fragrant. He forced himself to temper the edge in his voice, lowering it as much as he could before speaking again.
"Female Master, hello. My name is Vangar, a beastman of the White Tiger Clan."
"Y-hello…"
Rory offered him a small, tense smile.
She couldn't be blamed for her nerves. The pressure Vangar exuded was overwhelming. Those eyes alone—just being looked at by them—made her scalp prickle.
"Step back a little." Paros moved forward and shoved Vangar aside, glaring at him with clear displeasure. "You're scaring my sister."
