"The weather really is lovely today, meow."
Puer sat on Little Kangna's head, occasionally looking up at the rarely seen blue sky, then surveying the morning market around them.
"Woof!"
Kevin voiced his agreement, his leash clutched in Little Kangna's hand.
A white-haired little girl with a cat on her head, walking a dog;
the combination drew plenty of second looks as they walked down the street.
York City was a modern metropolis with a glamorous exterior, but evil still lurked in its many corners. Underground gangs were rampant, and it was not particularly safe for a little girl to run around the streets like this.
With this particular combination, though, if they really did encounter any sinister criminal forces, they would certainly give those criminals a clear understanding of what true evil was!
They could disregard not only the dangers of the secular world, but even certain threats from the Church World. They had even just visited the Black Market to buy some spell art materials they needed.
That was... the confidence that came with keeping a dragon at home!
"That one! I want to eat that one, meow."
Puer directed Kangna to buy things. After eating refined food for so long, she sometimes missed these roadside delicacies.
Every time they bought something, Little Kangna had to take out her wallet, pluck a rael from it, then take back the change. She found it terribly troublesome and really wanted to throw the entire walletful of banknotes in the stallholder's face.
But she could not do that, because before they left, the cat on her head had told her that this outing was to let her experience ordinary people's lives. It was a form of training.
Fine. Training.
Little Kangna understood that training always brought suffering.
Besides, she felt that