All the way to Serene Highness's office, Custers pondered whether or not to take this bald monster with him. The cat was as terrifying as God's wrath, but it seemed attached to Aola. 'Yes, and Miranda will like it. A real cat for a necromancer,' the redhead grunted, arousing the surprise of his accompanying sister.

"Are you all right, Your Grace?" This kind woman seemed to be worried about him.

“Thank you, everything is fine, sister,” the marquis answered honestly. “I just thought it would be really nice to have your tailed bandit.

-- Can not be! Here is happiness! Praise to the Blessed Mother! The nun lifted her happy...