He would use what she had written to counter her.
And besides.
Apart from the note she had written about loving Cat-Eared Girl, she had also put it in writing that she would be his girlfriend.
Since anything she wrote would come true, all he needed to do was turn into that tabby cat again. Under the effects of her authority, he would become the Cat-Eared Girl boyfriend she adored. That description was outrageous and absurd, but it was nevertheless the truth.
With those two guarantees, Lynn felt she probably would not drive him out again.
Slowly.
In the pitch-black corridor, amid the faint clicks of the lock being picked, a glint flashed from his cat claws with a ting.
Lynn narrowed his slit pupils, extended a paw, and carefully pushed open the door to Number 002 that he had unlocked.
Then he cautiously poked his head inside.
He was in!
Just as he thought!
Exactly as he had deduced, Feather Pen neither controlled nor expelled him in his Cat-Eared Girl form.
"Feather Pen, are you there, meow?"
Lynn ventured the question warily.
But the room was pitch-black. Even with Cat-Eared Girl's vision, he could not make out anything inside. And although the room clearly was not very large, Lynn felt as though he were standing in a vast, oppressive underground space.
For some reason, faint traces of a heavy, bloody smell also drifted through the dark room.
He held his breath and focused.
His sharp claws scraped against the wall, showering sparks onto the firelighter held in his mouth.
Fssst-
A faint light flickered to life, illuminating a small patch of darkness before him.
Almost the instant the light appeared, his pupils contracted. He immediately saw that the damp, chilly floor seemed covered in a dense network of muscular