Kallen had indeed been startled, because the person this skeleton represented had once put him under tremendous pressure.
But that habitual "meow" instantly shattered the atmosphere, like a brick dropped onto a newly frozen lake, breaking the ice apart with a crack.
A smile appeared at the corner of Kallen's mouth. He was not angry at Puer's prank.
Many people easily grew numb and weary amid their day-to-day work and family lives, feeling that their lives were neither a heavy black nor a dazzling white, but a stifling gray;
At times like these, they needed all the more to consciously seek out some color for their lives. Puer was Kallen's color.
If he came home and Puer was not in the bedroom, it would be little different from not coming home at all. After all, he spent most of his working hours in the office asleep anyway.
Seeing Kallen's smile, Puer realized she had "given herself away," but she was not discouraged. Sometimes she did habitually add a "meow" when speaking, but if she truly wanted to disguise herself, how could an experienced old adventurer like her fail to control it?
She had deliberately added that "meow" simply because she wanted to give her Little Kallen a fright, yet worried about genuinely scaring him too badly.
"Ah, you dare show disrespect to my original self!"
The skeleton spread its hands. Two balls of flame rose from its palms, then turned into two fire serpents that danced around its body. It was a beautiful sight.
When it came to "looking good," Puer pursued it with a far deeper obsession than Kallen. Kallen rarely used flashy spell arts like this just to strike a pose.
Immediately afterward, a red star glow appeared beneath the skeleton's feet. The next moment, the star glow