“Why the heck is he here?”
Lindsay’s eyes twitched when she saw the man collapsed in front of a small two-story building.
He wasn’t supposed to be lying here at her doorstep—he should’ve been in some back alley of the capital.
A black cat stretched its back legs, yawned, and meowed.
[He just suddenly passed out, nya.]
“…Why here of all places?”
[How should I know, nya? Hurry up and give me food.]
Ugh, seriously. It’s not even a real cat, but it keeps talking in “meow” speech!
“You’re supposed to guard the house, right?”
[Technically, this is the front of the house, nya.]
Always has to have the last word.
Lindsay glared at the demon wearing a cat’s skin, then walked over to the man lying on the ground.
[His magic went out of control, nya. You gonna heal him?]
“Of course. Can’t just let him die.”
If her guess was right, the man in front of her was one of the main characters of the novel.
“Take this and get out of my house right now!”
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
“Ugh, why won’t you let go?”
“The one who cured my corrupted mana. Or… should I call you ‘witch’?”
Lindsay froze as she tried to push his face away from her legs.
Taking that chance, the man grabbed her hand and pulled it down, locking eyes with her. His wide green pupils reflected her like a mirror, and in them shone his crescent-shaped lavender eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Witch.”
“No way… Witch? What are you even talking about…”
But Lionel ignored her mumbling.
“I’m Lionel Belmonsche. Please, Witch, call me by my name.”
“I’m not a witch, though…”
[The brat’s already figured out her identity, but she’s too stupid to realize it herself, nya.]
