Janet sat back behind that thick glass window.
The narrow and enclosed corridor before her seemed like her life, filled from top to bottom with a gloomy atmosphere. It formed a sharp contrast with the grand and magnificent Solomon Hall she had just visited.
At this time, there were no guests visiting Danghag.
Thus, the comfy soft chair in front of the glass window became a resting spot for her niece Jacqueline, who curled up on the chair, playing joyfully with a small black cat the size of a fist she held in her arms. However, the cat seemed somewhat aloof, constantly ignoring the little witch's teasing, lying properly and lacking the typical trampling habits of small cats.
Of course, it could be because the little witch wasn't fully developed and had no trampling value.
Janet stared at the little black cat through the glass window, always feeling it was peculiar.
"——Was this cat brought in by that young man just now?"
