Puer pouted as she looked at Kallen.
Then,
she silently raised her paw and placed it in Kallen's palm.
She did not say she was willing, simply because she had yet to emerge from her earlier emotions, and still gave occasional sobs that resembled nods.
Kallen picked Puer up, sat on the bed, and placed her on his lap.
Puer lay on his lap without looking at him, occasionally reaching out a paw to push away the hand he placed on her head, but she did not jump off his knees.
Over a hundred years as a cat had still not changed Miss Puer's temper, which only showed just how willful she had been before.
Still, this was rather nice. If she had spoken to him like an old granny from the start, and every morning he opened his eyes to a gloomy black cat sitting beside his bed and nagging him, life would have seemed shrouded in gloom too.
"So, what do we do next?" Kallen asked.
"Call the Radio Fairy in to help lay out the scroll." Although Puer was still a little sulky, she did not dare let that interfere with this matter.
Kallen looked at Kevin, who understood and immediately ran out of the study;
before long, Kevin led Alfred inside. Alfred had a scroll in his hand; clearly, he had prepared it long ago too.
"Young Master, are you ready?" Alfred asked respectfully.
"Yes."
"Young Master, would you..."
From how he began, he seemed about to say, "Would you reconsider?"
But when Puer suddenly turned her head and glared at him, Alfred stopped joking. "Young Master, would you sit on the carpet?"
"All right."
Holding Puer, Kallen got off the bed and sat on the carpet.
Alfred took out a pure white scroll and unrolled