Eleanor's face contracted with what could only be described as pure rage. She couldn't contain the fact that she is being humiliated in her own castle!
–Nyaang!
Even her black feline spirit let out a scary screech as if it could sense its owner's emotion and leaped at Renard.
But he casually tilted his head to avoid it, and the spirit-cat ended up crashing to the floor with a pitiful, deflating sound.
Renard nodded and laughed.
"What an amusing spirit. You better keep an eye on it. I don't want to accidentally kill a magical creature, if possible."
Umbra bristled and glared at Renard with glowing eyes, but it didn't attack again. Seeing the spirit act just like its contractor, Renard couldn't help but chuckle.
"Speaking of which, your guard... What was his name? Marcus? You two seem quite close."
