The Chosen Child
No wonder the butler had come back early. Was it because the monster in the coffin hadn't liked the child who'd been brought up to this floor before?
And because of that, the butler had had to bring Secretary Two's child up instead?
As he hurriedly thought it over, the voice from inside the bronze coffin spoke again.
The smiling Old Butler paused, then asked in surprise, "You think there's a better choice?"
"Who?"
"..."
The voice from inside the coffin continued, and Han Su's attention sharpened.
This was the first time he'd heard the monsters give their "opinions" on a child. What were their standards for choosing someone?
He needed to figure out why he'd kept being passed over, so he could keep getting "rejected."
But while Han Su strained to listen, the little boy with a side-part standing beside the butler didn't seem to understand his situation. He was furtively looking around when, by chance, he spotted a chipped hole in the wall.
Something soft poked out of it.
He stared at the furry thing, trying to make it out, until at last he recognized a cat's tail.
Suddenly, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "A cat! Uncle Butler, it's that cat! It knocked everything over in the hall. Catch it! I'm on your side..."
"Eat him, eat him! Whatever you do, don't eat me..."
"..."
His shrill cries instantly disrupted the conversation in the room, and the butler spun around.
A gloomy, strange smile spread across his cracked face.
In that instant, Han Su felt his Mental Power drain at an alarming rate. The Old Butler's gaze even made his head spin.
He whipped around and saw the black cat dart away. Cursing inwardly, he hurried after it.
He dashed through the