Ingrid returned with a new idea.
Monster or not, weren't there good Dragons and evil Dragons? Whether this monster was dangerous depended on who held the reins.
The monster in Free City certainly wouldn't bite.
But it wasn't time to unveil the idea yet. They still had to work out how to make sure borrowers repaid their loans and keep Free City's imitators from copying it. For now, she set it aside.
Elsewhere, Lilith brought good news: Black Mole's evolution had succeeded.
They teleported back, and Cathy held a... much larger Black Mole in both hands.
Jerry had gone from just over thirty centimeters tall when standing upright to over seventy. Otherwise, he hadn't changed at all. He was simply bigger in every dimension.
"Does this count as a successful evolution?"
Jerry was exhausted. He slept soundly in Cathy's hands, still in the position she'd lifted him into.
If he could sleep, he really was fine.
He hadn't grown any extra organs or turned strange.
Lilith said, "He'll keep growing as he eats. If he takes one bottle of Fel Potion every thirteen days for thirteen months, he'll become a Rat King."
In other words, Free City would have a second Rat King in thirteen months.
Annan's two evil tentacles reached out, one toward the Stuen Ratfolk, the other toward the McKennan Ratfolk...
The trouble was, the story about the Ratfolk Elder's death was a lie. Annan was the killer. If Black Mole ever decided to investigate his father's death and found him...
To avoid the tragedy of becoming enemies, Annan needed to figure out how to explain himself and apologize to Black Mole...
Wait. The letter said the High Priest had controlled and killed the Ratfolk Elder. What am I apologizing for?
Old Val Town.
After rampaging