Fifty-seven

The mother leopard perks up, her eyes brightening up at the order Jannah gave her. She strutted proudly towards the noble lady and rubbed her head on her thigh, purring loud and proud.

"See?" Jannah rubbed the leopard's head, "She's friendly and wouldn't hurt anyone unless I said so."

"Does it really—"

"She." Jeriel corrected the way Merlot addresses the leopard, cutting him off with a sharp tone, "She's a girl, a mother, and a companion to my big sister. Get it right, my dear friend."

"Okay, okay." Merlot raised his hands in the air as he glanced over his shoulder to check on his wife and cleared his throat, "Does she really follow Jannah's command? She wouldn't hurt anyone inside this town?"

Jannah frowned at him, making her displeasure evident.