One of Pendragon's whiskers fell out.
Arthur's heart filled with delight-according to Amanda, a cat's whiskers were replaced every six months, falling out naturally as the cat shed its coat, then growing back.
Of course, they could also fall out during everyday life.
Depending on the cat's constitution, some whiskers would fall out each week. As long as they were not broken, disordered, or otherwise abnormal, there was no need to worry.
Clearly, Pendragon's whisker had fallen out naturally.
Arthur picked up the whisker, ready to put it into a test tube.
Yet the moment he picked it up, he could not help glancing at the top of Pendragon's head.
Then, just like that, he absentmindedly stuck the whisker on top of Pendragon's head.
Pendragon, who had been purring, froze in place as though someone had flipped a switch.
Arthur watched, the corners of his mouth curling up.
"Pan, you've grown a whisker on your head!"
"Meow!"
Pendragon's cry deepened, and Pendragon's tail began lashing hard.
That was a sign of agitation!
Remembering Amanda's teachings, Arthur immediately took the whisker off, placed it in the test tube, and packed it into the Medium's Case-of course, a dried fish afterward was essential.
At once, Pendragon forgot everything and began chomping away at the dried fish.
Watching this, Arthur brushed his hands together and stood up to bid Fontel and the old butler farewell.
"Arthur, you're leaving?"
Fontel looked astonished.
"I only own half of Oak Manor, and I'm not descended from the old Lord-so you alone can inherit his oath.
Believe me, this is the beginning of glory!"
Arthur smiled at Fontel.
As Lord Doyle's sole descendant, Fontel naturally had to abide by the old Lord's oath and never leave Oak Manor again.
Fontel was well aware of that.
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