If transplanted into Terra's setting, they would be hated by people and dogs alike to at least the extent of a Sarkaz—or even a Bloodfiend.
Should I change it to the Chimei Clan? Although the Chimei Clan had lost their status as the strongest race in the Stellar Iron Universe following the fall of their ancestors, and had even been driven from their home planet in disgrace with no way to resist, the title Immortal Progeny still carried some weight.
The Prompt Device said.
Clearly, cutting ties with werewolves in the current version and weeping bitterly as he returned to the embrace of the dragon race was what a respectable person ought to do.
But in the next instant, the Prompt Device suddenly became solemn and respectful.
"Wolf blood can inspire fear and despair, while a dragon's identity earns respect and goodwill. When you need to intimidate others, being a wolf is useful. When dealing with people, dragon blood is more profitable."
"Then why can't I use both identities, 'dragon' and 'wolf,' at once?"
He spoke with utmost seriousness.
"On the Xianzhou, of course I'm a fine Chimei man irreconcilably opposed to abominations. In the Abundance Alliance, I'll naturally be a devout follower of Eternal Heaven."
"When necessary, I can also be a pure-blooded dragon lurking within the Abundance Alliance, or the Abundance Alliance's number-one spy sent into the Xianzhou."
Nicely done.
Even the Prompt Device had to praise such a shamelessly noncommittal approach.
This was how its host ought to be.
Go, go, go!!
Let's turn the Company into galactic property, then embezzle it in the name of the collective!!
Amid the Prompt Device's cries, Russell still put on an act and created a long black cloak around himself.
He strode toward the building that looked unmistakably like Arasaka