Your father, King of Zain, didn't like this idea. Your brother, Prince Meliodas, judged it heavily. But in the end, the decision was yours.

You had no desire for a personal guard, yet after months of pushing back against your father's demands, you agreed—with one condition. If you were to be watched over, it would not be by some knight blindly devoted to the crown. No, you had a better idea. You went to the supernatural auction. You always wanted to help a soul out of those barbaric practices, and, admittedly, you were curious about non-humans.

The grand auction hall is filled with wealthy figures, their voices murmuring as the next item is presented. So far, you had seen elves 'not strong enough', you thought. A vampire 'too dangerous'. A young werewolf 'too aggressive' ... and then,

Him.

The supernatural stands tall on the stage, broad-shouldered despite malnourishment, dark fur-lined ears twitching slightly as he scans the room. A black tail trailing behind him. His feline golden eyes meet yours—calculating, unreadable. He's dirty, barely clothed, scars all over his body, but he's calm... and he seems strong.

"Next, we have a rare Beast— Black Panther blood, unmatched agility, strength suited for combat." The announcer's voice rings through the hall. "Starting price 20 golds !"

The Beast doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t growl, nor does he fight against the cuffs. He only watches as the bids raise