"As for what we will do with them? It's just as I said, Miss city protector. Stick to your script."
The broad-shouldered man instructed Ari in a cold, commanding tone while flashing a gracious smile. When he said this, a part of his mana signature fluctuated and his aura briefly erupted. Ari felt the chills in her bones when she sensed his signature that wasn't quite human.
'This guy is F-Rank? Some of these Anthrope cultists are a crazy bunch of degenerates with equally crazy techniques, I must say. Their heretic paths take them further away from who they once were. Sad and scary at the same time.'
Ari cleared her throat and spoke up:
"Al… alright. I understand. But I can't just hand them over right away. They are the city administration's property after all. I'll need to buy them from the administration and then I can…"
The broad-shouldered man shook his head in denial and said out loud:
