The old wolfkin fell silent for a moment, then spoke gravely.
"Listen carefully, everyone. All of this happened because our wolfkin tribe chose to oppose humans!"
"By all rights, even if the humans wiped out every wolfkin among us, it wouldn't have been unjust. But—"
His tone shifted, becoming heavier.
"Count Faustus has given us a chance to live. A place to stay, and even promised us sufficient supplies!"
"I earnestly plead with all of you: for the future of the wolfkin tribe, we must seize this rare opportunity and train the wolf riders diligently for the Count."
"And anyone who dares slack off… don't blame me for being harsh!"
After the old wolfkin spoke, the rest of the wolfkin fell into collective silence.
Indeed. In the world of beastfolk, facing hostile forces, total annihilation was not unusual.
But this Count had done the opposite—providing them with abundant resources for survival…
