The familiar rough, hoarse voice reached Angel's ears.
"Mad?" Angel looked doubtfully at the thick-covered book before him. When he had first seen those round eyes and impossibly huge mouth, he had already been somewhat suspicious. Now that he heard its tone, it was exactly the same as Mad Hatter's on the statue outside.
"Honored Lady Shava, I never expected you to still remember my name." Moisture inexplicably welled up in the thick-covered book's eyes, and it was deeply moved.
Angel said, "...We met three minutes ago."
Perhaps afraid Angel might misunderstand, the thick-covered book flew open. Two slender arms stretched out from between its pages and waved frantically at Angel. "Please do not misunderstand. I did not mean that Lady Shava has a poor memory. I meant that someone as humble as me being remembered by Lady Shava is a blessing beyond measure."
Angel fell silent for a moment, unsure how to respond, so he simply changed the subject. "Why have you turned back into this book?"
"I am a spirit body and can attach myself to any object. But speaking of which, this book is my true body. Look at its title, 'Mad Wood's Cultivation Log.' I use the prefix of the title as my name..."
"Ah, Misty Gold once warned me not to tell outsiders what my true body was, or they would burn me with fire, and then I would die completely."
"Yes, fire is my weakness. If I am burned by fire, I will be ruined. But it is certainly no problem to tell Lady Shava."
Mad pointed at the "Mad" in the book title and began chattering away with endless explanations, even going so far as to reveal his true body and weakness. Angel's brows drew tightly together as he listened.
Angel had never