April 4, 1352. As the new moon, this was the time of month when spirituality was at its lowest. Generally speaking, no one who truly knew what they were doing would conduct any mystical ritual on such a moonless night. Yet at this moment, one true god, one Angel, and two Kings of Angels had gathered before the altar, waiting for the right time.
Besides the four participants in the ritual, there were also three creatures in the room that should not have been there—three cats staring wide-eyed at one another.
Aside from Lily, the other two belonged to Bornova and Roselle.
After learning about the marvelous existence known as the Cat Witch, the two had each acquired a cat through their own channels. The difference was that Bornova had gotten a Golden British Shorthair, while Roselle's was an ordinary white cat. If there was anything special about it, it was its pair of blood-red eyes.
In fact, the moment Sno saw that cat, he had wondered whether Roselle, if unable to find one, might simply raise an Apothecary cat instead... one cultivated all the way into a Beauty God.
Sno had not held back in mocking the two for following the trend, but the father and son seemed to have been cast from the same mold. They did not care about such teasing at all—
Unless Bernadette was brought up.
"It's about time!" Tolzna suddenly let out a Shriek. Impaled at the center of the altar, he continuously endured the Ship of Theseus to maintain his sanity. Roselle and Bornova immediately set down the cats they were holding, while Sno gently patted Lily on the head.
Lily immediately understood. She waved a paw at the two foolish cats and led them out to assassinate mice, while Roselle took out