Nox's POV:
Dear, princess Wabbit.
Today I learned an important lesson about animal cruelty.
It all started when I tried to sell my assortment of monster eggs on the street.
Apparently, there is a law against someone without a permit selling monsters of any kind out in the open, and it seems as if that law also applies to monster eggs as I was soon forced to shut down my street stall before I was directed towards a school for beast tamers.
Supposedly, anyone who wants to legally peddle baby animals to rich little snobs in need of a stuffed animal needs to pass a mandatory seminar to obtain a sales permit.
It seems as though they want to make sure people don't accidentally release wild animals into the street for fear of them pissing and pooping everywhere to mark their territory.
So, I ended up paying that way too big a fine, of which I am certain the majority of is going into some corrupt official's pockets, as five whole low grade magic stones seemed far too much for the possibility of some animal poop on the streets.
I mean, just on my way over to the taming school the next town over, I spotted at least three horses doing just that, one of which was even right in front of an officer of the law, but neither the horse, the coachmen, nor the people inside the carriage had to pay a fine, or even show a permit for that matter.
This country stinks of corruption, but what else did I expect from a place run by that playboy.
Anyways, when I finally made it into the seminar, I was given a book on the do's and don'ts of animal training and animal law.
I skimmed it.
I already figured out most of this on my way over, and the rest I already knew or was just plain stupid.
What's the point of snapping a bird's wings, so it can't escape! Isn't the selling point of bird monsters the ability to fly? Damaging its wings is just what a stupid amateur would do!"
The seminar consisted of a lecture from a teacher at that school, followed by a written test and a practical one.
I obviously aced the written test after I slept through the lecture, but the practical.
*Screech*
"What in the!"
"Calm down!"
I seem to have forgotten that animals often tend to freak out around me, because the lack of presence they feel from me is a sign of danger.
You may not know this about me princess Wabbit, but your future mother-in-law has fully mastered the art of stealth.
I don't give off any sound, smell or spiritual presence outside of a one-inch radius of my body, unless I actively want to.
This means that the less intelligent animals who rely more on instinct than reason will lose their shit the moment they see me approaching.
Releasing my presence doesn't help either since it has given many a heart attacks to those who have seen it, so that was out of the question.
Fortunately, they didn't realize that I was the reason their pets were freaking out and so, the practical test was rescheduled for another day after I watched a guy get trampled to death by his own animal slave.
Animal cruelty is no joke.
I hope you remember that next time you visit your vicious horse master, or she might trample you to death just like that teacher.
I would hate to tell my poor Slowpoke his girlfriend became another victim of animal abuse.
Sincerely, your faithful mother-in-law Nox Manus.