Farosa let go of the kitten she was holding.
It was the finest looking Chinchilla Silver she had ever seen, identical to Mack's incarnation.
"Meow!" It was not adjusting well to its current situation, making a panicked escape and leaving behind tiny drops of blood on the sand. Several soldiers desperately pursued it to prevent it from disturbing Honma Noriko's safety.
Farosa watched all this with a cold gaze.
Clad in a dark brown linen cloak that concealed half of her face like a witch fearing her tracks being uncovered, she only left her slender and enigmatic eyes visible.
At her command, the room had been prepared with everything she had asked for, all manufactured by Xisheng, adorned with the brand's light gold, cursive art fonts that had a charm of their own.
