Little mouse

"How did she become a Beyonder?" Late that night, Neph repeated Klein's question, looking rather languid. "Would you like a little cake?"

"Thank you, but no-er, where's the cake?" Klein thanked her reflexively, then looked at the empty table in confusion.

"Hmm." Neph blinked. "Hazel?"

Klein froze. For a brief moment, he considered whether this might be a compliment describing someone as adorable. Then a chill washed over him.

"Who wants to eat her?" he asked.

"A demigod of the Marauder pathway," Neph replied. "Judging by your reaction, you don't seem to know much about the high sequences of this pathway."

"I really don't." Klein nodded. "I probably know a little more about Amon, that's all."

"Honestly, I think that should be enough." Neph spread her hands. "Although I don't have any exact figures, demigods of the Marauder pathway are probably almost all either Amon or snacks Amon has left out in the world-"

"-?" Klein sank into thought. "I think I'm beginning to understand-"

Before he could finish, his spirituality stirred. He frowned at Neph. The girl fluttered her eyelashes twice and smiled. "It's the person from last time.

"Hmm, and a little mouse."

"Wha-" Klein instinctively started to ask, but Neph vanished before he could get the question out. With no other option, he could only control Seniors and send him to investigate.

Late that night, Hazel got out of bed and used her night vision to change into clothes that allowed her to move freely.

She climbed down from her bedroom balcony, carefully avoided her family's bodyguards, slipped out through the garden, and reached the middle section of Böklund Street-not every sewer entrance was wide enough for a human to pass through freely or equipped with a vertical metal ladder.

Hazel deftly shifted the manhole cover aside,