Meow!
A little white shadow suddenly popped from the bed, pouncing on a paper ball on the floor.
Lucas Walker shifted his gaze, spotting the little Snowball hopping towards the paper ball, stretching out its tiny paws to nudge it.
"I am neither King Arthur nor Snowball, and I cannot possibly be a talking pet. If you really liked me, then grant me my freedom…"
Looking at the small white shadow, the words from the note flashed once again before Walker's eyes.
He walked over, bent down, and picked up the paper ball.
Meow!
Snowball trotted over, looking up at him and giving a soft, almost inaudible meow.
Outside the window.
A faint howl of a wild animal echoed in the distance.
Startled, Snowball immediately took shelter by his leg.
Bending down, he picked up the soft furball and walked over to the window, his eyes settling on the castle's rear view.
From here, he could clearly see King Arthur's pet house.
