Zheng Qing had to admit that the members of the Seven Deadly Sins, even if they were not the great devils' "chosen," naturally possessed certain traits similar to devils.
Take the first Bat Spirit, for example. Its eyes seemed to grow on top of its head, and its perfunctory, arrogant attitude toward the black cat had left a deep impression. Then there was the second Lady Cat, who quietly laid a trap and sent the black cat plunging headfirst into a vortex of envy, while she herself delighted in watching an interspecies soap opera.
And then there was tonight's wild wolf. A few words were enough to provoke the black cat's temper—exactly the sort of thing "Wrath" would be good at.
"Looking for a fight?"
The black cat tugged at its ears, lowered its tail, and glared dangerously at the wizard codenamed "Samael," a threatening rumble issuing from its throat.
As the master of the Cat Fruit Tree let out a low growl, the silent tree behind it once again "opened" hundreds of yellow and green eyes. The night wind joined in, brushing past as thick branches swayed in the darkness, echoing the rising and falling meows. The eerie atmosphere instantly grew much heavier.
"I must remind you," the Sin Eater said, darting away from the Cat Fruit Tree and moving to another sycamore tree. Squatting on a horizontally growing branch, he looked toward Samael. "...Opposing this cat on its home ground is not a particularly wise decision."
"I understand."
The wizard in the Wolf Head Mask narrowed his eyes and examined the eyeballs on the Cat Fruit Tree. He cautiously retreated two steps, then sneered. "Even if I win, I'll only have beaten a few cats. If I lose, I'll be worse than a cat... Anyone with even a