Javier Sinclair said flatly, "Other people's sons all get little cats or dogs as companions. My son should have one too."
'You're so lofty, so incredible. As if what you're saying is remotely reasonable.'
Tiber wanted to cry but had no tears left.
"My Lord, you're mistaken. I'm a White Tiger, not a cat."
'Even being a mount would be better than being a cat. This is just bullying a tiger.'
Javier Sinclair glanced him over.
"You look about the same."
For the first time, Tiber began to question his entire existence as a tiger. 'We're completely different, okay? Even our physiques are nothing alike!'
But then…
Being a complete coward, he let out a dry laugh.
"My Lord, you are correct. We of the Tiger Clan do bear some resemblance to cats."
'Fine.'
'Whatever you say.'
'You're the strong one. Whatever you say is right.'
Still, Tiber breathed a sigh of relief.
"My Lord, you just want me to be a contracted Spirit Beast for your son."
Javier Sinclair: "Something like that."
