“I would almost put my hand in the fire… But maybe there is a way to make sure. Do you have your knife? he asked his son, turning to him.

Edward unfolded the blade and handed it to his father.

"Can you take his right paw?

One knee resting on the beast's belly, Kantagan began to scrape the hairs of the front paw which fell, as if cut with a razor, revealing the white skin of the monster. No tattoo. They changed hands, and in a few shaving strokes the tattoo was revealed. The professor cleared the drawing of the last tufts of hair. It was indeed the same winged...