"Hooh...? I never met a Werewolf that would be so courteous with me," Rex smirked lightly.
Even when he met the Storm Prince or whoever, no one referred to him with formalities—one that befits his status as the Royal Black Prince. All of them viewed him as a fraud, a fake kind of Werewolf as he didn't come from their actual lineage and could possess a human form.
It was his first time hearing an actual Werewolf referring to him by his title.
Surprisingly, the figure bowed a little with grace in response, "A being like you could only be referred to, by your official title. Regardless of your origin, you are a Werewolf—and also the one who killed the Fifthborn"
Rex listened to the figure attentively, trying to pick up anything she unconsciously spilled.
But underneath it all, he was frowning hard.
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<Kassandra Moonheart>
Race: Ancient Werewolf - Grace and Resilience
Power: Ninth rank(Mid) - Primordial Speed(2)