And she really did have to look up. The General stood almost two heads taller than her.
Sharp tusks protruded from his lower jaw and curved upward past his upper lip, lending his face an undeniably dangerous appearance.
His eyes were comparatively small, while his dark hair was coarse and stiff, rising in short, almost bristle-like strands that made his boar lineage impossible to miss.
And yet...
For a Beastman who appeared to be somewhere around Leontis's age, he was surprisingly attractive.
Mirabelle was beginning to suspect that higher cultivation stages somehow made Beastmen more appealing.
Or perhaps more... magnetic.
There was something about powerful Beastmen that seemed to draw attention naturally.
Considering she was now constantly surrounded by exceptionally high-ranking males, the effect probably wasn't nearly as impressive on her as it would have been on another female.
Still.
She noticed.
