"Does anyone know those males who just went to help the City Lord? Did they always look like that?" a male asked hesitantly.
"I know one of them. He… didn't look like that before." A male perched in a tree poked his head out, his expression complex. "At least he wasn't covered in a dense mass of eyes, nor did he have those pitch-black tentacles…"
"Don't you all think those Beastmen helping the City Lord look a lot like Exotic Beasts?"
At the sound of these words, all the Beastmen present fell silent.
They dealt with Exotic Beasts every year. How could they fail to tell the difference between an Exotic Beast and a Beastman?
But the idea was absurd. 'Would an Exotic Beast… really help a Beastman?'
"The City Lord… he also looks a lot like an Exotic Beast now…"
"You don't mean to say the City Lord is actually a transformed Exotic Beast, do you?" a Beastman standing next to the previous speaker asked with a chuckle.
