Ivita stood next to the decrepit walls on the second floor, wondering why the old witch hadn't noticed anything suspicious. But upon further thought, it seemed usual for her not to venture to the second floor.
She must have realized that there was an intruder, but instead chose to hide.
Ivita said to Pan God, "It appears you know a lot about the origin of the Boots Cat."
"How about you enlighten us, so we can be ready."
"I would like to know its background; if you also know its weakness, even better."
Milani and Francesca turned to look at Pan God.
Pan God sighed, "This is a saddening and regrettable tale."
"Centuries ago, Boots Cat was just an ordinary black and white calf. It was adopted by an old man as a stray. The old man had four sons. Three of them were grown up, and the fourth was small."
"During his lifetime, the old man had quite an amount of wealth and lands, so before he died, he decided to distribute his inheritance fairly amongst his four sons."
