Within the palace.
The Glacial Snow Lion which Clayde had tamed had ten or so servants dedicated solely to his maintenance. After having tended him for so long, the Glacial Snow Lion’s attendants could already guess what the Glacial Snow Lion was saying when it roared.
“Where’s the Snow Lion?” A white-robed male palace attendant said in a high-pitched voice.
“Milord, the Snow Lion is currently asleep.” One of the Glacial Snow Lion’s attendants said respectfully.
“Mm.” The palace attendant nodded arrogantly.
“Roar! Roar!” Suddenly, a series of ferocious roars could be heard. The roars sounded frantic and worried.
Hearing the sound, the face of the attendant responsible for tending the Glacial Snow Lion instantly changed. The white-robed palace attendant was even more worried. He asked, “What’s going on? What’s wrong with the Snow Lion?”
Roaring furiously, the Snow Lion quickly charged forwards to them.
