Various drawing tools and scraps of materials lay scattered messily across the workbench, while at the very center rested a finished Magic Card emanating purple vapor.
Lanchi leaned back against the sofa-like chair again, yawning repeatedly as he teetered on the verge of sleep.
Today, he had unusually made a Magic Card that he could not use himself. Once it was finished, it was no longer his concern.
The Poet of Great Love's slender fingers gently lifted the newly created card, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.
"Give it a try."
Lanchi mumbled with his eyes closed.
"Do you still have enough Mana? I have to use your Mana, after all."
The Poet of Great Love hesitated and temporarily lowered the Magic Card in her hand as she asked.
She felt that Lanchi's Mana seemed to be nearly depleted.
"It's fine."
Lanchi waved his hand, indicating that she could use it if she wanted.
While they were talking.
The door to Lanqi's Dormitory had already been knocked on several times.
It was just that the two of them were too focused in the Card Making Workshop.
Even when they heard faint sounds, they assumed that a neighbor's door next door was being knocked on.
"Lanchi, someone's been knocking for ages, meow."
Cat Boss, who had been sitting by the door watching them make cards, glanced toward the Entrance Hall.
Then she turned her cat's head toward Lanchi in the card-making room and spoke.
"At my place?"
"That's right, meow."
Lanchi shook his groggy head, feeling that he probably had not heard wrong.
Having a talking cat in the house was indeed quite nice.
Thus, Lanchi wearily rose and returned to the Living Room, walking over to twist open the door.
What Lanchi saw outside left him slightly stunned for