“Holy shit!”
Alistair jumped backward in alarm. Seeing lively eyes on a cat can be endearing, but eyes that look exactly like a human's are unsettling and cause a loss of sanity. This was not a movie, a comic, or a novel; it was a reality he was witnessing.
But in the blink of an eye, the cat’s eyes returned to normal, and she cocked her head, as if confused by Alistair's sudden movent.
Alistair stared motionless at Little Black for a long ti before confirming that Little Black's eyes held no pretense. Based on this, Alistair had a theory: Little Black was soone's 'mobile cara.' That situation might have been caused by that person using so technique or their innate ability to manipulate Little Black.
It looks like I can't keep Little Black. Alistair thought. He couldn't risk having soone else's 'cara' near him. Given her intelligence, it was likely cultivated by that person. Alistair might not be their target, as they couldn't have predicted he would bring the cat ho to raise.
Furthermore, if the goal was surveillance, they wouldn't expose themselves now; that would be too reckless.
Another issue was: if Little Black had an owner, why was she crouching in the bushes on campus? And why didn't she struggle when Alistair brought her ho? The owner seed completely uninvolved. This owner must have so major issues, so the 'dedicated cara' hypothesis wasn't very reliable either.
There was another possibility: it was a coincidence. The entity behind it might be looking for soone, and their ability was possession. They just happened to possess Little Black. After all, Little Black was the only one acting strangely, while the seemingly equally human-like white cat remained sprawled on the sofa like a useless cat. Both cats seed very intuitive, apart from their fur color. They couldn't possibly belong to two different families... could they?
Wait! Let check if the scent remains!
Alistair stepped forward and picked up Little Black, burying his face in her fur for a deep sniff.
No! No sweet fragrance!
“Alistair, are you seriously sniffing the cat?!”
Chiaki, who walked in at that mont, was stunned. She couldn't believe her brother was literally 'sniffing the cat.'
Alistair wanted to explain but stopped himself. Chiaki might not have slled the sweet fragrance. It was very faint even for Alistair, and Chiaki, coming from the kitchen with the sll of food, probably couldn't sll it. Any explanation would only make Chiaki nod and secretly laugh inside. It was better not to explain and save the effort of thinking up an excuse.
“Alright, ti to eat. Go wash your hands. I also made a little food for these two kittens, but I'm not sure if they'll like it.” Chiaki chuckled, her apron adding a touch of a wife-like feeling.
“Okay.”
Alistair agreed and walked toward the sink. As for the two kittens, Alistair temporarily decided not to discard them, not because he was okay with being monitored, but because...
[Source Tracing Talisman]: Can trace the individual who left behind traces of supernatural power and leave a mark. Single-use item.
Although the description was simple, this item was extrely powerful in the right context. There was no ti limit specified, aning it could be used on traces left by a supernatural practitioner decades ago, and if the person was dead, it could even pinpoint the location of the corpse.
Unfortunately, it could only be used on supernatural traces. Without any sign of supernatural power, the talisman was just decoration and completely useless.
'Traces' referred to the marks left after supernatural power manifested, including damage and aura. Unless the practitioner was incredibly skilled, so mark would inevitably be left.
At least according to Alistair's understanding, using supernatural power must leave so kind of fluctuating trace. If soone was skilled enough to leave no trace, they could easily defeat Alistair, barring special circumstances. The probability of such a circumstance was very low, so he dismissed it.
“Alistair, what's wrong? You've been spacing out.”
Chiaki looked at Alistair, who was occasionally distracted and had a troubled look on his face. She asked worriedly. She rarely saw Alistair with this expression. Sothing must have happened to him.
“Nothing, I'm just annoyed that we have to go back to the countryside. There’s nothing fun there.”
Alistair vaguely dismissed it. Even if he told her, Chiaki probably wouldn't believe him. It was better to give a vague answer. Besides, the matter was indeed annoying. It had only been a few weeks since school started, and they were already preparing to go back to the countryside. Although it wasn't imdiate, it wouldn't be long either. Maybe they would leave shortly after the exchange student program.
“Is that so? I can accept it as long as there's internet and air conditioning, which we have at the old house. And we won't be gone for long. I don't know why we have to go back, but Mom said it's necessary.”
Chiaki recalled the old family ho in the countryside. Although it was called the 'old house,' after several renovations, it was similar to a small modern villa.
Furthermore, being back at the old house ant fewer girls for Alistair. That is, Chiaki could use this opportunity to get Alistair to discharge a lot. With fewer girls for Alistair to ss with, he would have to co to her for release.
Hehe, going back to the countryside is a great idea!
Chiaki wasn't worried about her studies. Although her academic performance wasn't outstanding, her attendance was very high. A short period away could easily be made up later (attendance was based only on the total number of classes attended). The school only cared about attendance. If all else failed, Alistair could help her.
“I don't get it. It seems inexplicable. Why do we absolutely have to go back for a while?”
Alistair muttered. He had sent a ssage to his grandfather on the sofa, asking for clarification, but there was no response yet. He was probably busy.
Honestly, although Alistair had absorbed most of the mories, there were still so gaps. For instance, he had no mory of what the old house looked like or where it was.
But that wasn't urgent. The priority was how to deal with these two little creatures.
Turning them into food was the easiest thod, as it would eliminate any potential future trouble. If the worst-case scenario was true, it ant both kittens were soone else's 'caras.' Even if they couldn't harm him currently, they were still a hidden danger. Alistair didn't have a habit of keeping ticking ti bombs around.
Alistair looked at the two kittens, and the subtle malice flickering in his eyes made them tremble.
“Aren't they eating? Do they want fish?”
Chiaki was still thinking about the future lustful ti she would have with Alistair and didn't notice the two kittens' abnormality, simply thinking they were being a bit picky.
“Perhaps.”
Alistair shifted his gaze back to his al and began to eat.
He could keep them for one night to see if the person behind this would co to retrieve their 'caras.' The eye contact ant not only that he had discovered them but also that they knew Alistair was aware of their existence. Alistair wasn't sure what action they would take, so he decided to wait one night. In the human district, only those with bizarre powers or extrely skilled psychics could genuinely eliminate Alistair.
If nothing happened afterward, it would at least suggest that the entity might be neutral, perhaps using Little Black for so unknown purpose. In that case, he could use the [Source Tracing Talisman] to find them. If possible, recruiting them to his side would be a huge gain. That ability was very useful for finding things within a certain range, and it might just be a derivative ability, with the main power being much greater. If he could bring them into his camp, he would profit greatly.
However, everything required patience. At least, he would have an initial theory by tonight.
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