"So what exactly is going on here?"
Greg pushed open the dorm room door. Before he could even change his shoes, the sight before him stopped him cold.
Rom and Colwin were kneeling side by side beside his bed, their upper bodies prostrate on the floor, facing the black cat on his bed in an almost worshipful posture.
Greg's mouth twitched. "...What are you two doing?"
Rom raised his head, a dreamy expression on his face.
"Greg, you're back... I don't know what happened either, but the moment I came back and saw her, I felt this sacred aura coming from her. I just couldn't help wanting to worship her..."
Colwin raised his head too, nodding vigorously. "I've never seen such a beautiful black cat! So elegant-this is nothing short of a miracle! Greg, where on earth did you find her?"
Greg: "..."
He looked at Nightmare on the bed.
Like an Egyptian sphinx, she lay regally and majestically on his pillow, her tail curled elegantly around her, her golden eyes half-lidded as she looked down upon the two devout humans below.
Greg pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed deeply.
The human content of this dorm room was still far too low.
Inside the meeting room, five influential figures sat around a round table.
Isadora, head of the Empire's Iron Oath Forge, sat in the seat of honor. With half her face hidden behind her hair, she looked particularly grim in the candlelight.
She looked around at three of the four others seated there and said:
"I called you here to thank you in person... It was only thanks to your timely intervention in containing the disaster that the Imperial Capital could complete its reconstruction so quickly. On behalf of the Empire, I offer you my heartfelt