City of Life Tikar

On the afternoon of August 15, in the Hindukush Basin, outside the City of Life, Tikar, a patrol of a dozen or so Werewolves was roughly shoving the crowd aside and heading toward the city gates.

"You saw clearly? It truly was one of the White Wolf clan's Favored?" the captain at the head asked his subordinate cautiously, afraid his men had mistaken the person and made a joke of themselves.

"Of course I saw clearly. Not a single stray hair on that one's whole body—she must be that princess," the subordinate said, nodding his dog head desperately, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes.

The crowd had thinned considerably near the city gate. Many Beastmen had subconsciously left an open space here, so that as soon as the captain entered, he saw the wolf and the person at the center of the formation.

That white giant wolf was beautiful yet did not lack majesty, bright eyes carrying wisdom. At a glance, she did not seem like a local Beast God's Favored. The Werewolf attendant beside her had a pair of white wolf ears and looked tall and powerful.

"Have you finished reading yet? Does this little notice have that much meaning?" the white giant wolf, half-lying on the ground, urged aloud, her tail still lightly brushing over the attendant beside her from time to time.

"My Lord, please wait a moment. I'll be done at once. Once I finish reading, I'll explain it to you," the attendant said respectfully, but he did not even turn his head, focusing only on reading the notice board.

"May I ask if you are Princess Sangji of the White Wolf clan?" The patrol captain put on a smiling face, crossed his hands over his chest, and leaned forward slightly as he asked the