The black cat used its sharp claws and finally peeled Camilla down from the wall. As it was untying the spirit binding rope, it asked, "Madam…! Are you alright?!"
"Who was that woman! How dare she use a chair to smash me in the face… Shhh… It hurts…" Camilla said grudgingly as she covered her face.
"I was knocked out even before I could see anything…" the black cat said, still feeling a little scared. Its power wasn't stronger, but its senses and speed were equivalent to a 7th-tier magic beast. Yet, it was knocked out before it saw anything.
"Although her face was covered, that woman gave me a familiar feeling. I seemed to have met her somewhere before. Who could she be? Furthermore, what did she mean with her last sentence?" Camilla gave her head two pats. But, as if it was an edited film, her memory before she fainted only consisted of that woman wearing the white gauze hat and a rapidly approaching chair.
