"Spar, I remember Damien saying you're often able to get your hands on some rather... novel items?" Calca asked with a beaming smile.
"Y-yes, Princess," Spar replied hurriedly, still not daring to raise his head.
Seeing this, Calca let out a small laugh and gently patted Spar's shoulder to reassure him. "Look at how scared you are. It's not like I'm going to eat you. I'm still using those magic items you made and gave to me personally."
Hearing those words, Spar's tension slowly began to ease. As Damien's study companion, he was always by the prince's side, so Calca was more than familiar with him.
Unlike many nobles in the Holy Kingdom, Spar was not a Faith-based magic caster. He was a Magic-type Artificer who specialized in crafting magic items. He was incredibly talented in his field; at just twelve years old, he had already reached the Second Tier, leaving Damien far behind in the dust. The temperature-regulated teapots, self-dusting brooms, and automatic paper-generating boxes he created were all exceptionally practical.
Calca suspected that if he didn't spend so much time every day playing "house" with Damien, he might already be pushing toward the Third Tier. However, the Spencer family were great nobles of the South who managed maritime shipping and possessed immense wealth. Because of his dull personality, Spar had been sent to the Royal Capital as a study companion—a move by his family to secure him a future on the Royal Advisory Body. Magic-type Artificers were incredibly rare in the Holy Kingdom; if he could reach the Third Tier, his future would be bright.
Calca looked at Spar, putting on a thoughtful expression as she asked, "Say, Spar, have you ever heard of an animal that looks like a Tob High Forest Tiger, but is much smaller? Their name is something like 'Mao' (Cat), and they make a sound like 'Miao' (Meow)."
Calca mimicked the sounds in Chinese. Although the pronunciation sounded awkward to Spar, in a world where language was automatically translated, he could understand the underlying meaning.
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Calca asked Spar to help her find such a creature, claiming she wanted one as a pet. In truth, she wanted to confirm something: if cats didn't exist in this world, then where did the one held by Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao come from? It was most likely a Guild NPC. After all, that senior's guild was called [The Great Kingdom of Cats]. If that were the case, the human ecological circle of the Northwestern Continent might very well be where the original headquarters of the Six Great Gods' Guild was located.
After making the arrangements, Calca waved her hand without looking back. "I'm heading to the Royal Library first. Don't forget what I asked of you!"
The young girl was desperate to increase her strength. However, what she didn't notice was Spar's face, which was twisted in deep concern as he repeated those two words: "Cat? Meow?"
Under the translation mechanics of this world, the root meanings generated in Spar's mind for the word "Cat" were entirely associated with evil, curses, and death.
"Does Her Highness really want to raise an animal like that?" Spar scratched his head. Regarding this new vocabulary, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had heard it somewhere before.
Crinch, crunch.
Where was it?