"Landen! Tania coming back was such a huge deal—why didn't you tell me?!"
On the morning of the twenty-fifth, the moment Totapara saw Landen in Tikar, she rushed over and complained loudly. "Did Tania miss me terribly? Did she leave so quickly because she felt I wasn't there?"
Looking at his own dog, Landen found it especially amusing. Ever since Totapara had learned to speak, she had been tsundere in front of others and clingy in private, acting out all the inner drama she had been unable to voice for the past dozen-odd years.
"Of course! When Tania heard you weren't here, she was heartbroken." Landen hugged Totapara and vigorously rubbed her, leaving Sangji beside them utterly dumbfounded.
"Are they... really all right?" In the eyes of the leopardkin maid standing nearby, Landen's behavior could no longer be described as merely indecent. It was practically blasphemous.
"Ah, Sangji and Sekula, you've worked hard too. I brought you some Magic Beast Meat." Spotting Sangji, the White Wolf Tribe Beast God's Favored, and her maid standing nearby, Landen hurriedly took out some Magic Beast Meat from his Space Ring.
"Thank you, Lord Landen. You've gone to such trouble." Sangji's White Wolf Tribe was considered an old and distinguished clan even on the Beastmen Plateau. Having received a fine upbringing since childhood, she had been taught to become a powerful yet elegant Favored. So when Landen instinctively moved to pat her head as a gesture of friendliness, she instinctively dodged away.
Among beastmen tribes, having a human pat one's head was like Nila, a Mana-Less, patting Landen on the head after he became a duke—a textbook display of rudeness, an act that demeaned one's own status. Sangji recoiled from it instinctively, yet still maintained her manners, lowering her wolf head in thanks.
Naturally,