One was above, one below; one outside the cellar, one inside.
One gaze was impatient, the other delighted.
Then the atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.
Han Su was sure the cat was calling to him, urging him to hurry out of the cellar and find it. But this was a huge old castle.
Was he really supposed to run out just because a cat told him to?
To hell with it!
The Disaster Management Bureau's rules said there was no such thing as a 100% safe situation. Taking action was the top priority.
He'd already confirmed that the cat was the variable in his kidnapping, and there was a mysterious familiarity about it. Why not go?
At the very least, he needed to find out what was strange about it!
Most importantly, the hunchbacked person on the first floor wouldn't dare hurt children anyway.
Han Su gritted his teeth and climbed up the stairs. The black cat—or rather, he should call it by its name, Duke—lightly stepped aside to let him pass.
He poked his head out and was instantly startled. The hunchbacked person was now sprawled on the ground, unconscious or dead. The lantern he'd been carrying had smashed on the floor, and the crystal finger bone lay among the shards of glass.
The entire hall was a mess, as if it had been through a small-scale war.
The hunchbacked person wasn't as resilient as the Old Butler and the other monsters, but he was immensely strong and never tired. His hands were like iron pliers; once he grabbed someone, it was almost impossible to break free. And now, somehow, he'd passed out.
How had this cat managed that?
Han Su watched in amazement as the fat black cat moved with surprising lightness. It lazily circled the hall, went over