Jeanette sat back down behind the thick glass window.
The narrow, enclosed corridor before her seemed like her life itself, steeped from top to bottom in a gloomy air. It formed a stark contrast with the grand, magnificent, and lavish Solomon Hall she had just visited.
There were no guests coming to Danhaag at this hour.
So the comfortable cushioned chair in front of the glass window had become her niece Jacqueline's resting place. Curled up in it, she happily teased the fist-sized black kitten in her arms. The cat, however, seemed rather aloof. It always ignored the Little Witch's teasing and lay there properly, without any of the terrible kneading habits common to kittens.
Of course, perhaps it was because the Little Witch before it was underdeveloped and had no kneading value at all.
Jeanette stared at the little black cat through the glass window, feeling that there was something strange about it.
"Was this cat brought by that young man just now?"
A voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz suddenly sounded beside the plump witch's ear. Jeanette turned around in astonishment and saw the shriveled, skinny old wizard who had appeared behind her at some unknown time. Instinctively, she wanted to leap from her chair.
But the old man pinned her down with his gaze.
"...Yes, yes. Jacqueline said that wizard holding Yellow Flower Cat... that sir asked her to look after it for him." The lowly clerk suddenly had to face the director of Danhaag's Foreign Affairs Bureau, so she could not help feeling nervous. She even began to stammer. "I'll personally take care of it right away... take it to the lounge! Does it need cat food?"
Mayer fell silent for a second.
"No, let the child take care of it. Its owner will be