"I choose the first one." The black cat cut off Beelzebub's lecture.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure."
"Then," the Pig-headed Wizard pulled out a Pocket Watch and pressed it hard. "Eat three hundred and sixty-five roast chickens within one hour. The timer starts now!"
"Please set up a larger barrier," the black cat said, looking at the Sin Eater with utmost politeness. "The bigger, the better, so we don't disturb the School Guardian Formation or the Patrol Team."
"Oh!" The wizard wearing the White Mask nodded as if suddenly enlightened. He opened his spellbook, and several streams of light shot out in every direction. In moments, they formed a massive concealment barrier.
Beelzebub watched the scene in confusion.
The black cat took a deep breath.
It kept inhaling and inhaling, as though it possessed two infinitely large lungs. Endless air flowed into its body, steadily swelling it larger.
One meter, two meters, three meters.
Before long, an enormous black cat stood before Beelzebub and the Sin Eater. The two wizards tilted their heads back to look at the deep shadow overhead. One looked unsurprised; the other stared blankly.
"Though I guessed what it was planning to do... this sight is still quite shocking." The wizard in the White Mask murmured, turning to his companion. "Making itself bigger like this... doesn't count as using magic, does it? From what it said earlier, is this some kind of innate ability?"
"This ability?" Beelzebub's tone held a trace of hesitation. "It probably doesn't count..."
Before he finished speaking, the giant cat opened its mouth. A massive tongue covered in barbs descended from above, swept out, and drew back. The mountain-sized pile of roast chickens vanished without a trace, leaving only a damp tablecloth covered in glistening cat saliva, lying alone on the dark grass.