At the countryside of Kiev, there was a mansion with a courtyard full of Dahurian larch trees.
In the dark basement, an altar, featuring a wolf head and human body, was erected.
A white woman with white dress sat beside the altar with a black cat on her lap and scrolled on her phone for news.
"The Eastern Hero. The new era's Pharos. Vigilante A was such a hardworking man. He dominated the news for a straight 24 hours, there are even bards singing praises about him." Maggie put down her phone with a tinge of jealousy and envy flashing through her face. She asked, "Tom, are you sure you no longer need me to go with you?"
The black cat stretched and nuzzled in Maggie's lap as it readjusted into a more comfortable posture.
