A zombie that could use flames. The thought cast a huge shadow over Jiang Han's heart. Normally, Witches used spells to bully those without spells, but this expedition seemed destined to make them creatures with little mysterious power, blasted to death by these berserk spell-shaping brutes... She looked out the window. The windows of the Cat Sea Grand Cathedral were made of transparent resin through a complex process.
Outside, thousands of Cat Lamps floated in the air, constructing the Grand Cathedral. The lure of possessing a wonder was simply too great for Cat Lamps—even if they had to be processed, they still wanted one.
The temporarily arranged reception room in the Grand Cathedral was comfortably furnished, Cat Lamp-like and warm.
There were plush beanbag sofas, a warm fireplace and underfloor heating, as well as a retro-styled refrigerator stocked with snacks. Even bearing the name of a Grand Cathedral, the temporary reception room still had a relaxed style.
Jiang Han sat sunk into a comfortable plush beanbag sofa, her legs stretched straight out with her feet planted on the floor.
Through her pale-blue, almost translucent pantyhose, her pink toes showed clearly through in flesh tones.
Directly opposite her, two chubby Cat Lamps sat in lazy cat nests. One was entirely black, wearing an adventurer's cool helmet and adventurer's coat; the other had sandy fur mixed with beige, a band tied around its head and survival gear hanging from its tail.
Both were completely relaxed, their cat mouths constantly moving and cheeks puffed out as they ate the headless, boneless, tailless saury Jiang Han had set before them.
"Say that again," Jiang Han ordered.
The black detective Cat Lamp's eyes went wide, its whiskers trembling. Two seconds later, it puffed up like a pufferfish.
"Meow-ao, so tasty."
"..."
Jiang Han turned her