“The tiger beastman doesn't seem to be that friendly, Duchess,” Butler Martin commented as they stood by the Great Hall, staring at the cage with a tiger in it. Valerie stood next to Martin as they stared at the tiger together from a far distance.
“I know,” Valerie responded as she turned her head and fixed her gaze to the butler. “The word unfriendly seems to be an understatement, Martin.” She continued with a sigh, “It’s aggressive and doesn’t seem to have any thoughts of befriending us.”
“The night has passed and the tiger didn’t even ask for any food,” Martin said as he stared at the right side of the tiger’s cage. There was a plate at the side that had a piece of grilled pork meat there. “If he would transform into his human form, he would have no problems getting that meat over there.”
