Hatred flared fiercely in Okas's eyes, as if he had been dragged back to that day of utter despair.
"And what does that have to do with us?" Sylvia gritted her teeth. "We, the Pink Cat Beastfolk, have never invaded anyone else's homeland."
"Heh… To us humans, all beastfolk are the same—nothing more than the sinful byproducts of humans and livestock." Okas raised his long blade as magic surged wildly. "There's nothing more to say. Come!"
"You're right. According to the terms of the contract, I'll be killing the hunter. Besides, I'm in a very bad mood right now—I need to vent."
A tall woman wrapped in a crimson-violet robe stepped out of a warp gate with a seductive sway. With a casual wave of her hand, the magical gate snapped shut.
"Miss Ghostly, we'll leave it to you. Thanks to you, we were able to track down the hunter." Sylvia let out a breath of satisfaction. "That commission fee was absolutely worth it."
