The door opened and a lady came inside. "Shifa Pista, Greets his majesties." She was serious, her gaze remained on the ground.
"Raise! What kind of armaments do you want?" asked Ezra.
"A Labrys and a heavy armour." She said.
"A Labrys and a heavy armour! Will you be able to move properly?"
"Yes, she is from the Pista family." Said Mirza.
The young female raised her head. "Your majesty knows about us?"
Mirza spoke right after. "How can I not know about the werewolf family of females, the only family of the werewolf tribe with a matriarch hierarchy."
Feroza raised his brows upon bearing that. "Now that you say that, I remember a group of few female werewolf cultivators who didn't live with their husbands or fathers, they called their leader matriarch, I haven't had the idea that they have a separate family."
"Not surprised father, you never paid attention to internal affairs and always sought opponents to fight." Mirza taunted his father.
