"Meow—"
With the cat's cry, Narlyd knew without looking who had come—it had to be her soft-natured, very bully-able cat junior sister, who wouldn't get angry no matter how much she messed with her unless she messed with the cat. Moreover, her junior sister was clearly better at crafting delicate things like pumpkin lamps compared to her.
Turning her head, Narlyd glanced over and saw she was right, it indeed was her cat junior sister. Holding a black cat in her arms and approaching with big, wide eyes, she asked proactively, "Narlyd senior sister, what is this..."
"Heidi, come over here." Narlyd quickly waved her hand, beckoning her over, and thrust a dagger into her hand, saying, "Heidi, I have a very important matter right now that I need your help with."
"Ah? What is it?"
"I need you to make a pumpkin lamp."
"A pumpkin lamp? What for?"
