From his first arrival in Huntington on Thursday to Sunday evening, when the resurrected wild wolf led him to the mysterious lake at the edge of the Great Swamp, Shade had spent only three days drawing close to the truth behind the legend.
But he could not devote all his time and energy to Huntington. There were still many matters awaiting him in Tobesk on Monday.
At half past six on Monday morning, Shade woke up on time and felt as though a stone were pressing down on his chest.
"Sleep paralysis?"
People in this era had that saying too.
When he opened his eyes, he realized it was not a ghost pressing on him in bed, but a cat. Little Mia, waiting for breakfast, was standing atop the blanket on Shade's chest, staring at him with bright eyes.
"What do you think this cat is thinking?"
As he asked in his heart, Shade smiled, grabbed the cat, and sat up in bed. With a slight movement of his fingers, the curtains swished open on their own.
The voice by his ear chuckled:
Probably dissatisfied that your life is too lazy.
"Lazy? To prevent the Sloth Spirit Rune from adversely affecting my mind and personality, I haven't even linked a single thaumaturgy to it. And this cat is lazier than any human I know."
Held up by the scruff of its neck, the cat looked pitifully at Shade. Its huge eyes revealed a very human sort of grievance, its white whiskers trembled faintly, and its little nose twitched with every breath. It was only missing the words I want breakfast written across its face.
A new week also meant that Shade could take out a new gift from God's Gift Box. When he went downstairs to collect the newspaper and