Roland knew he was in a bad mood and quickly shook her head. "No, how could I think that? You're the strongest beastman in the entire Wolf Clan Tribe, you..."
Before she could finish, Xize began laughing self-deprecatingly. "The strongest beastman in the Wolf Clan Tribe?"
"Me? A beastman who can't even beat a female beastman? A useless man who was knocked flat before he even had the chance to strike?"
Roland hugged him distressedly. "No, don't talk about yourself like that. The strength I see in you isn't limited to power. It also includes intelligence, a calm mind, and leadership ability. With your excellence, I believe you can lead the Wolf Clan Tribe toward an even stronger and more prosperous future."
"As for Han, all he has is strength. He's simple-minded and has no leadership ability whatsoever. A reckless man like that can at most serve as a soldier who charges into battle."
"Charges into battle? A soldier?" Xize did not understand.
Roland took a deep breath and explained calmly, "Like those huge, powerful beasts in the forest that have no brains. They can only charge at the front when hunting or waging war against other tribes."
Xize shoved her away and glared at her darkly for the first time. "If you look down on him so much, then why did you go and meddle?"
"We Wolf Clan beastmen have always disdained playing these little tricks against our own people. A true warrior isn't afraid of challenges. As long as one acts openly and honorably, even if one loses, no one will laugh."
"But today, because of your meddling, I became the laughingstock of the entire tribe. I became a cowardly, weak, and shameless beastman!"
Roland's heart sank. He had suspected her after all.
"I really didn't do anything."