Chapter 238 Lusrith Beastfolk Kingdom
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Ayumu leaned over the ship’s wooden rail, heaving miserably into the sea.
”Ugh… orororooo!”
Wiping his mouth, he quickly tossed back a tablet he had mixed himself using organic synthesis—an improvised seasickness cure containing diphenhydramine. With a splash of water from his leather flask, he forced it down into his uneasy stomach.
The reason he was on the open sea at all: his first mission as a fresh recruit of the Armed Reconnaissance Directorate. He had been sent to the Lusrith Beastfolk Kingdom as a spy, tasked with gathering intelligence.
Truthfully, Ayumu had always wanted to visit that land anyway. It might even offer clues on escaping this otherworld.
But still—he hadn’t expected his very first assignment to throw him straight into espionage. Then again, after his scandal with Hiyori Sashima and the awkward tension back at the Lord’s manor, a trip abroad was rather convenient.
He also remembered what Goddess Aria of the Lukurusa Theocracy had told him: if anyone still alive knew the way back to his original world, it would be the Moon Goddess Nocturnal, ancient counterpart to the now-departed Sun Goddess Eulora.
As an envoy of the Free Alliance Yugan, Ayumu held an official status that would grant him easier access to such divine audiences. And besides, this “spy work” seemed to amount to little more than observing the beastfolk’s society and reporting back.
To him, it felt less like espionage and more like a government-funded holiday abroad. Honestly, he was looking forward to it.
”Hyah-haaa! We’re the dreaded Lusrith pirate crew, nyah! Hand over all you’ve got, humans!”
A shabby privateer drew alongside, tossing grappling hooks across.
But when Ayumu pointed out the Yugan flag flying from the mast, the pirates froze. Their ears and whiskers drooped in shame, and with embarrassed apologies they slunk away.
”…What in the world was that about?” Ayumu thought, staring after them.
Guided by a local pilot, the ship finally slipped into one of the great trading ports near southern Yugan.
The harbor was crammed with vessels—merchant fleets from every nation, even privateers who preyed on Caesar’s trade lanes. Ayumu had never seen so many ships gathered in one place.
Once the mooring and paperwork were settled, Ayumu and his escort disembarked.
The docks bustled with beastfolk laborers—animal-bodied men and women the size of humans, wearing simple tunics with slits for easier movement, along with gloves and boots.
They unloaded cargo with practiced strength. The scene struck Ayumu as strangely charming, like stepping into a Sylvanian Families toy world brought to life.
Awaiting him was a stately feline beastman, clad in fine broadcloth and a tartan cap, polished riding boots with spurs gleaming, and a flowing mantle.
With formal courtesy, the “cat noble” welcomed him and escorted the envoy’s party toward the guesthouse. The sight reminded Ayumu of “Puss in Boots” from old European folktales.
The first day passed in diplomatic greetings—consuls, ambassadors, and other envoys. Still, from his rickshaw rides he noted something remarkable:
The beastfolk kept their streets spotless. Not a scrap of dung, not even from livestock.
No garbage piled in corners. Unlike human cities, there were no beggars collapsing half-dead on the roadside.
The common view had been that beastfolk were savage and inferior to elves, dwarves, or humans. Other otherworlders had said as much, and few wanted to come here.
Yet in truth, the markets overflowed with goods from barter trade. There was more variety here than in Valend Cave Kingdom or even the Lukurusa Theocracy.
True, their crafts lacked the fine workmanship of Valend artisans or the shining beauty of Lukurusa streets. Much was handmade from shells, bones, tusks, or vines woven into tools and clothing.
Crude at a glance—but the quality of life spoke for itself. Beastfolk wore well-made garments, their fur glossy, their bodies healthy.
In Keldan, it was common to see the nameless dead left by the roadside. Here—Ayumu had yet to see even one.
By all signs, this kingdom was richer, safer, and more advanced than many human nations.
Sitting in his carriage, Ayumu was stunned.
So began his days in the Beastfolk Kingdom.
Lusrith lay across the strait from the southern Demi-human Continent. Though called a kingdom, most beastfolk lived not in cities but as nomadic tribes, wandering with their herds.
The north was harsh desert, dotted with oases.
Traveling south, the land shifted to temperate plains, then subtropical fields, and finally thick jungle at the southernmost edge. Unlike the frozen ranges of the Birene Peaks that split other continents, the climate here was warm and livable, with only mild humidity.
But resources were another matter.
Without great rivers or meltwater from mountains, fresh water was scarce and costly. The few oases were tightly guarded, their supplies rationed with discipline.
Still, life thrived.
The food, Ayumu discovered, was the best he had tasted in this world.
Flatbreads—like roti, chapati, or pita—wrapped around spicy ground meat, chopped vegetables, and tangy sauces. Every bite was fragrant, filling, and delicious.
The only flaw?
The constant shedding of the beastfolk. Their cooking, no matter how flavorful, always seemed to come with a generous garnish of fur.
Wheat, it turned out, was a precious crop here.
To stretch their limited flour, the beastfolk ground down plants resembling palm or sago, soaked the powder in water to leach out toxins, then sun-dried the starch. Ingenious, if a bit desperate, but it filled their bellies.
The next morning, Ayumu sat down to breakfast—goat’s milk mixed with honey into a frothy drink, much like ayran, alongside a large ring-shaped bread resembling simit. Once finished, he prepared for a formal audience with the feline Great Chieftain Salman.
There too was Salman’s son, Aslan—no, better said in his world’s tongue, Prince Arslan.
Ayumu delivered Emperor Rai’s letter and gifts of friendship, offering words of gratitude for their nations’ mutual trade. The Great Chieftain replied with expected formality: a welcome, a blessing, and the assurance that Rai’s words would surely please him.
Yet both Salman and his princely heir… were simply noble-clad sand cats.
Human-sized, dressed in silks and mantles, but undeniably cats. “Kawaii,” Ayumu thought, the sheer surreality of it pressing down on him.
Better to leave before his grin betrayed how much of it wasn’t formal at all. He excused himself early.
Later, as he rested, a sand cat princess suddenly cried out.
”Hashim! Hashim! Suspicious person, nya!” She pointed her dainty paw right at him.
(Wait—shouldn’t sand cats growl or screech?) But here, every feline beastman meowed “nyaa,” supposedly to honor the Moon Goddess Nocturnal. So it seemed the rumors were true.
A Bengal cat knight in gleaming lamellar armor hurried over, ears twitching in exasperation.
”Lady Amira… we’ve told you all morning the Yugan envoy would arrive. This is him. Hardly an intruder.”
Amira blinked wide golden eyes. “Eh?
Is that so… nya?”
Ayumu bowed politely.
”Your Highness Amira, I am Sanai of Yugan. If you could remember my face, it would be an honor.”
He doubted she would.
Indeed, not long after, the same princess squealed again, “Suspicious person, nyaaa!” and pointed at him anew. A tragic airhead princess indeed.
The next day, Ayumu slipped away from his attendants and wandered the streets.
”Hah! Did you think you could keep me locked up forever?” he chuckled. Everywhere he turned—fluffy feline beastfolk.
A guard cat tilted his head.
”Oh? A monkey-eared beastman? Rare indeed.”
”First time I’ve seen one! Nyaa, want some simit? Here, take one!”
Such kindness nearly stunned him.
But then—
”You there, human! Yes, you, nya!” another called.
”Help us move house, please, nya!”
”Eh?! Why me?!” Ayumu groaned, but before he knew it, he was roped into helping.
Beastfolk homes came in all shapes: cave dwellings like Cappadocia, mud-and-wood huts, nomad yurts.
But the one he had to move was… a giant hollowed-out pumpkin.
Apparently harvested in the south, dried under desert winds, and hardened into sturdy shells, these “pumpkin houses” were cheap and surprisingly popular. Without cranes or wagons, however, neighbors and kin had to haul them together.
So, ropes around the vines, everyone chanted:
”Un-tokkoshō! Dokkoishō!”
”Un-tokkoshō! Dokkoishō!”
Ayumu strained under the blazing sun.
(Why am I dragging a giant pumpkin home for a family of cats?!)
At last, the pumpkin reached its new spot.
”Thanks, nya! As thanks, let us treat you to a meal!”
They served skewers of grilled meat like shashlik. Juicy, savory—delicious.
While Ayumu chewed happily, he noticed cats drooling at a cage nearby. Inside was a massive capybara-like beast.
”Mmm, so plump and tasty-looking, nya…”
Before they could get closer, mouse-folk stormed in.
”Don’t you dare! That’s cruel, chu! Don’t eat rodents, chu!”
The cats bristled.
”You’re the ones who eat baby chicks alive, nya!”
The mice squeaked furiously.
”Chu~~~! That’s our proud food culture, chu!”
Ayumu sighed. Between this world and his old one, cross-cultural food arguments always spiraled into madness.
Suddenly, a feline shrieked, “Run, everyone! The Lusrith Devil is here, nyaaa!”
”Eh?! Did she say Devil?!” Panic exploded, the crowd scattering like mice.
A horrific cry shook the air:
”Vrrrrrr! AaaAaaAaaAAAAAHHH!”
From the shadows lumbered a beast—dog-sized, snarling, a Tasmanian devil.
Ayumu froze. (It’s locked on me!)
Clutching his skewer tightly, he bolted, shrieking, “Nooo!
Help meeee!” until he scrambled up a massive baobab-like tree. Only then did the monster lose interest.
Panting, he clung to the trunk.
”What kind of hellish place is this?! I want out!”
When he returned, the cats sat glumly by their spilled feast.
”Our food… gone, nya. We spent all our coins…” Their ears drooped.
Ayumu’s heart ached. He dug into his pouch and offered a sack of gold.
”Please, take this. A small token.”
Their faces lit up.
”So wonderful, nya♡ Thank you, human!” They hugged him with fluffy warmth. Ayumu couldn’t stop smiling, buried in their soft fur.
That evening, back at the envoy residence, he found himself in the library. Today he would read, deepening his understanding of Lusrith and Yugan’s long, tangled history.
”The Great Eastern Voyage of the Ertugrul”
By the early fourth century of the Imperial Calendar, the warship Ertugrul had already been six months at sea, sailing east from its Lusrith home port.
The navigator recorded steady winds, and even several new islands discovered along the way. The great aim of expanding beastfolk influence into the outer seas seemed close at hand.
But disaster struck.
”Nyahh! Yesterday’s storm wrecked us, nya! A huge hole in the hull!”
They had dropped anchor near a vast island to ride out the storm, so timber was plentiful. But water?
The crew shuddered—beastfolk loathed water. Left as they were, they would die, mewling.
”Goddess Nocturnal! We thank you for your blessing, nya!”
On the brink of despair, when their souls seemed ready to drift to their goddess, salvation appeared.
Native feline tribes rescued them. These island cats shared what little food they had, dressed their wounds, and even helped repair the battered ship.
In return, the voyagers learned troubling tales.
Farther east, they were warned, lurked horrors. The Sakura Empire, who skinned cats to make shamisen strings.
The Silver Empire, who devoured anything and everything. And beyond the Han Peninsula, the dreaded Han Nation—monstrous people said to trample all kindness and swarm like demons.
The crew gave these nameless peoples a single title: Eastern Barbarians. And with instinctive dread, they marked this point as a border.
To go farther was folly. They would return home.
At dawn, before sailing, they gave thanks. To the kindly Calico Cat Tribe, often harassed by raiders from the Sakura Empire, they gifted their proudest arms—front-loading jezails and heavy hand-cannons.
The calicos were overjoyed.
They named the weapons after their island: Tanegashima, Kuniguzushi, and Kakaetsutsu. In return, they offered rare seeds taken from defeated Sakura raiders.
These were grains called long-grain rice, originally from the Silver Empire.
More filling than wheat, thriving in warm lands, and a staple of both empires. The Sakura, they said, grew a cousin crop—short-grain rice—as their daily bread.
Marvelous!
With rice, population could soar. With rice, the Eastern Barbarians endured.
So with joy, the voyagers raised anchor.
”Homeward, all! Back to the mainland, nya!”
Ayumu shut the book with a start.
”Rice?!”
He asked nearby clerks, who nodded. Indeed, a dish called pilaf, made with spiced long-grain rice, was known here.
(This world… has rice?)
Astonished, he grabbed the next volume.
”Third Expeditionary War – The Lusrith Campaign”
By the late third century, the vast Yugan Empire groaned under rot.
Corrupt nobles, bribed bureaucrats, famine in the provinces. Armies needed gold to keep order and suppress rebellions.
To stave off collapse, Yugan had already launched two wars: the Lukurusa Campaign against the elves, and the Valend Campaign against the dwarves.
Both aimed to enslave demi-humans as cheap labor. Both had failed.
They had underestimated the very races they called “inferior.” Elves and dwarves fought back, then counterattacked, driving Yugan into humiliating unconditional surrender and punitive treaties.
The elves forced the empire to accept their goddess, Aria, as a state religion. The dwarves demanded endless reparations: knowledge, technology, food, raw resources—all stripped away.
Faced with ruin, Empress Najita Yel Yugan gambled once more. She turned her eyes upon the beastfolk.
Some generals objected.
”Twice defeated by ‘inferior’ races… can we truly subdue beastfolk, stronger in both numbers and body?”
But the empire had no time.
Its people starved, its treasury bled dry. The lords and officers chose war.
So began Yugan’s largest invasion. Nearly a million soldiers marched across the Lusrith Strait at low tide, flooding the northern deserts.
Oasis after oasis fell in mere days. Driven back, the beastfolk seemed broken, and the empire rejoiced.
As the armies pushed south into the temperate plains, confidence swelled. The Empress was hailed as a visionary.
Then, in the humid subtropics, disaster.
A plague erupted.
Symptoms varied—cough, fever, chills, splitting headaches, aching joints, vomiting, rashes, sweats, crushing fatigue, diarrhea, seizures.
In severe cases: swollen lymph nodes, pus-filled sores bursting through the skin, swollen spleens, lungs filling with fluid, grotesque swelling of limbs and genitals.
Organs failed. Soldiers died in droves.
Ayumu traced the descriptions with a frown.
(Could it be dengue? Malaria? Filariasis? Or all of them at once…?)
The plague had started with only a few cases, but soon it swept through entire battalions, until the whole army was groaning under fever and rot. Even the Empress herself fell ill, her strength sapped, forcing a retreat none had planned for.
The beastfolk chieftains saw it differently.
To them, the outbreak was no mere disease but divine punishment from Goddess Nocturnal, and they would waste no chance. Uniting tribes into a grand alliance, they hounded the retreating Yugan host without mercy.
Each skirmish added to the empire’s losses. Soldiers who fell in battle at least had an honorable death; the rest—emaciated, fevered, starved from broken supply lines—died whimpering without ever raising their swords.
Some tried to hunt monstrous beasts for meat, but their weapons cracked, dulled, or shattered. In the end, many hunters became prey.
Out of nearly a million men, only 1,048 limped back across the strait.
The retreat road became a charnel path, littered with bones of footmen, knights, and lords alike.
Piled skulls gave it a name still whispered today—the Road of Death. Even now, bone soldiers in rusted Yugan armor were said to wander there, their spirits restless, chained to that failure.
The record closed with the words of its author, Countess Elizaveta Pavlovna, last field commander of the Yugan White Guard Southern District:
”Let my sin stand as witness. Learn, you who live after, and never repeat our folly.”
Ayumu shut the book slowly, letting the weight of history sink in.
The next morning, he dispatched a message by Sky Runner Alma, ordering a fleet eastward in search of the Sakura Empire mentioned in the texts. With that duty finished, he returned to his role as state guest, attending the grand Lusrith parade—a military review and show of strength.
Though Yugan and Lusrith now kept cordial ties, he knew such displays were reminders: diplomacy always rested on the shadow of force.
Seated among the dignitaries, Ayumu watched as one elite unit after another marched onto the field.
First came the Lusrith Mamluks. In his old world, Mamluks had been slave-soldiers of the Islamic courts.
Here, they were light cavalry riding beasts like camels, curved swords flashing as they wheeled in perfect unison. Their mock charge against a “rear enemy” was so silent, so sudden, he could imagine entire armies shattered by such precision.
Next, the Janissaries.
Lusrith lay on powerful mana veins, blessed—or cursed—by the Moon Goddess Nocturnal herself.
From its fiery mana stones, they could craft substitutes for powder and explosives, allowing weapons rare elsewhere: front-loading rifles, hand cannons… even magic rifles, magic pistols, and the dreaded magic rods once seen in Central armies.
Ayumu’s eyes widened.
(Those shouldn’t even be maintainable without master magi and advanced workshops… yet here they are. And in working order!)
Mixed among them were Valend-made thunder-guns and mechanical crossbows, weapons so costly he’d only seen them in Duke Ralka’s private arsenal. Yet here they were, fielded in numbers.
Military might, rooted in economic might.
Spice, moon-born plants like Moonlit Cane, Moonlit Agave, Moonlit Yucca—all gifts, all power. The beastfolk kingdom was far richer than he had dared imagine.
Then the finale—Lusrith Snipers.
Armed with long jezails, they struck dynamic targets at four hundred meters, every shot a clean kill despite lacking scopes. Ayumu’s blood ran cold.
(This is bad… war with them would be suicide. Not even the Lukurusa elves could match this.)
It was now clear: Lusrith’s scattered tribes, when united, formed one of the most formidable armies on the continent.
Ayumu exhaled, conviction settling in.
His policy of defense, investment, and trade for peace was the only right course. That path, he vowed, he would not abandon.
And yet…
”…I can’t hold back anymore!”
From his cloak he produced the new liquid treats he’d smuggled in—the famed Chuchu Bars.
His plan? To lure the adorable cat beastfolk children, then bury his face in their fluff.
”If I’m doing this… it has to be kittens!”
His eyes sparkled with reckless resolve.
Since a brother-and-sister pair of cat beastfolk happened to be nearby, I called out, “Hey, I’ve got snacks for you—come with me,” but they both shook their heads…
”No nya! We were told not to follow a beastman we don’t know just because of candy, nya!”
”That’s right, nya! Dad and Mom said monkey-eared beastmen are ‘deviants who only think about fluffing,’ so be careful, nya!”
They’d been properly warned!! Are their parents actually decent cats…? No—more importantly, I can’t let “sexual deviant” slide!! I just—
—I just want to do some “pervy fluffing,” that’s all!!
”Sexual deviant… who would say something so awful… Hey, just a little! Let me ‘fluff’ just a little! Just a tiny bit!”
”Nyāāāān—!!! Screaming! Guards, heeelp!! There’s a criminal, nyaaaaan!!!”
Unbelievable! At the kittens’ cries, about three cat officers came running from who-knows-where!
”He’s running, nya!!!” “Guard! That’s him, nyan!!”
”That guy, nya! Guard!!”
I tried to bolt, but there was no beating beastfolk with superior bodies; they tackled me from behind and pinned me in no time!
”We’re arresting you as an attempted offender of the Cat Ear Forced-Mofumofu Crime!”
”W-wait!! T-That’s not it, officer!”
”Silence, nya! Criminals always say that, nya.” “That’s right, nya—behave!”
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I thought I’d be taken straight to a holding cell, but they marched me directly to court!!
How did it come to this!!! This is an outrageous, unlawful arrest!!
”I—wait, wait! I’m actually a good guy! Really! I was just trying to give some snacks to a couple of hungry, pitiful kittens!” I protested, but no one listened…
From the gallery of enraged cats came shouts of “You’re lying, nya!” “That’s what all humans say, nya!” “We’ve got the goods on you, nya!” as they pelted me with fish scraps and coconut shells. (Sob)
At the bench, the presiding cat judge said, “Oh? I almost forgot my wig, nya!” then put on a curly, old-fashioned judge’s wig like some medieval musician and slammed a tail as a gavel: “Order! Order! Me-ow?! Hey! You there! Stop throwing empty cat-food cans right now! I’ll hold you in contempt, nya!”
When it finally quieted down: “Court is now in session, nya! State the defendant’s charges!” The trial began. Huh?! Where’s my defense counsel?!
Still held under the arms, a guard bellowed the charge—”The Cat-Ear Forced-Mofumofu Crime!!”—an absolute power phrase. And I have no lawyer?!
Then someone in the gallery yelled, “That’s not all, nya! He was targeting little tomcats for fluffing, nyan!” The cats went berserk again.
”A heinous crime, nya! Your Honor!!” “So he’s like, ‘Male or female, I don’t care—let me fluff you,’ nya?! A real beast with no hair anywhere but his head!!” “Terrifying, nya!! It’s soul-murder against cat beastfolk, nya!” “Add the Cat-Ear Forced Homo-Homo Crime, nya!”
More half-eaten fish and meat-on-the-bone came flying from the gallery!! V-Violence is wrong!!
The gavel—bang! bang!—kept pounding until the room settled.
At last, after the jurors “finished discussing,” the overall judgment came down!
”Bang! Bang! (gavel) We pronounce sentence, nya! The defendant is condemned to death!”
You’ve got to be kidding!! Sure, I tried to “mofumofu,” but it was only an attempt! Isn’t death way too heavy?!
The cats in the gallery chanted in unison, looking almost happy: “Deeath♪ Deeath♪ Deeath♪”
”Now for the grounds of the verdict, nya! The defendant approached the victim kittens on the street and…”
The judge deftly held the gavel with her tail while reading out the reasoning.
”…Therefore, this court and its jurors conclude the defendant deserves capital punishment and sentence him to death! A vile act that refuses to see cats as cats! It merits ten-thousand deaths, nya! Accordingly, the defendant is condemned to death!!”
”W-Wait just a second—! Y-Your Honor! It was an attempt! Death is too much!!”
”Don’t worry, nya♪ Even though it’s death, we’re just going to tie your hands and feet and toss you into the sea, nya♪”
”Y-You idiot!! That’s very much a death sentence!!”
”What, nya? An appeal, nya? You wish to appeal, nya?”
”Huh… I can? I appeal! I absolutely appeal!!”
”Can’t be helped, nya…” With bad grace, the jurors filed out to confer again, and the gallery erupted:
”U-Unbelievable, nya!!!” “No sign of remorse, nya—none!!” “What a brazen face, nya!!” “Clinging on to the bitter end, nya!!”
Eventually the judge and jurors returned and announced the ruling again…
”Verdict: the defendant is sentenced to death!!”
I almost collapsed right there. So it’s death after all?!
”Furthermore, in response to the defendant’s petition… a big special service, nya♪ We’ll reduce the sentence a little—changing from drowning to Lusrith’s proud traditional execution: beheading, nya♪”
”If you’re going to ‘do me a favor’ like that, how about stopping the death sentence altogether, Your Honor!!”
Tearfully protesting—when, from the hall doors: “A message from the Yugan Embassy in Lusrith, nyaaa!! Your Honor, stop the trial, nyaaa!!! That person is Yugan’s envoy, nyaaa!!!” A messenger arrived and I was saved. Thank goodness for being an envoy…
Because Ayumu was acquitted via diplomatic privilege, the gallery went wild: “U-Unbelievable!!!” “Unjust verdict, nyaaa!! Your Honor!!” “How can this be allowed, nya?!” “Right, nya! Is it right to twist the law, nya?!” Total chaos.
(Naturally—later, Ayumu was thoroughly chewed out by the consul, ambassador, and minister at the mission.)
Putting my own conduct aside and not learning my lesson (“Phew—almost got executed yesterday… Seriously ꐦ this is why beastfolk are called a barbaric race ꐦ Barbarians!”), I was grumbling when a messenger cat approached…
”You have been summoned by Goddess Nocturnal, nya! Present yourself at once, nya!”
Eh?! Why?! I thought, turning pale (D-Don’t tell me… I’m going to get scolded for what happened just now…?!!).
As an aside, although the court acquitted him, they demanded “compensation” in the form of delivering human slaves to attend to personal needs, so we handed over the Caesaran prisoners (the slave crew captured back in episode 175).
According to the human-sized cats: “We don’t do barbaric things like slavery, nya, unlike monkey-eared beastmen! They’re not slaves; they’ll simply look after us like family pets, nya! Of course, we’ll treat them like real sons, so if they slack off or talk back, we’ll hit them like real sons, nya ꐦ.”
And so, those criminals were received not as slaves but as family-like pets—everyone happy, a win-win! …And they all lived happily ever after♪ …To be continued.
Notes:
• Lusrith Beastfolk Kingdom – A kingdom that encompasses the Danucool Autonomous Region of Kettsie.
• Hiyori – A quiet classmate summoned to the other world, she used barriers and storage magic to aid Misaki and Fuuka. After class betrayal, she left with Ayumu Sanai to the Valend Cave Kingdom
• Hiyori Sashima – A quiet, caring girl from the library committee, empathetic toward Sanai.
• Sashima – Family name of Hiyori. A quiet classmate summoned to the other world, she used barriers and storage magic to aid Misaki and Fuuka. After class betrayal, she left with Ayumu Sanai to the Valend Cave Kingdom.
• Valend Cave Kingdom – Dwarven realm mentioned in the map.
• Salman – Great Chieftain of the Lusrith Beastfolk Kingdom—a sand cat who receives Ayumu’s embassy during the formal audience where Ayumu delivers Emperor Rai’s letter and gifts; father of Prince Arslan.
• Arslan – Sand cat prince of Lusrith and son of Great Chieftain Salman; appears at the same audience with Ayumu to receive Yugan’s greetings and gifts.
• Hashim – A Bengal cat knight who serves as Amira’s guard; he corrects her alarm and identifies Ayumu as the expected Yugan envoy.
• Amira – A sand cat princess who twice mistakes Ayumu for an intruder and calls the guards; guarded on-site by the Bengal cat knight Hashim.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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