"Here we are, Miss Tilan."
The towering beastman bodyguard stepped out of the car to guide the young girl. His face was framed by thick, dense sideburns, and his wide nose, though prominent on his equally broad head, only added to his powerful and imposing appearance. His massive hand was almost the size of the girl's head.
From his burly physique and sheer sense of intimidation alone, the beastman far surpassed the human average. It was no wonder many entertainment venues hired beastmen as security staff. It wasn't necessarily because their combat abilities were superior to humans of the same rank—it was simply that their towering and robust builds could preempt a lot of trouble.
"Thank you, Mr. Tuta." The young girl clutched her handbag with both hands and bowed in courtesy.
The beastman before her wasn't her subordinate but a bodyguard temporarily lent to her by Ailu Kelu. Formality and politeness were certainly due.
