Huazi, Nagant M1895

Not just Erha—even I was thoroughly angered by that woman.

But I still didn't dare make a move lightly.

After all, I was just an ordinary person now, and Erha was merely an ordinary cat.

Our only cheat was that Erha could communicate with me through brainwaves without anyone else knowing.

All we could do was whisper to each other, nothing more.

So Erha felt terribly stifled.

It had spent the entire afternoon loafing on the couch, pretending to sleep. But I was certain it couldn't actually sleep, because every so often it shot me an almost resentful look, to the point that I nearly started questioning its gender.

There were only the two of us in the room, and neither of us had much interest in talking.

I held a book in my hands. It was about the history of the Tibetan region, written in the local script.

Since my original role was Tangba Tusi, this script wasn't unfamiliar to me. Still, much of what the book recorded was already familiar to me, so there was nothing particularly new about it.

Then the outside suddenly became lively.

One of the two girls who had been following me around and "serving" me rushed in excitedly.

"Master, young master is back!"

Maru had returned—my bargain-bin son.

I gave a response. Seeing that I didn't seem particularly enthusiastic, she said, "Master, aren't you happy that young master is back? Didn't you keep saying that you hoped he would return sooner?"

Had I said that? Tangba Tusi probably had.

Tangba Tusi never handled affairs. In his memories, I had indeed found some of his thoughts. He had been looking forward to Maru's return so he could hand over the position of Tusi and peacefully become a master who only cared about having fun.