"——In other words, because you are excellent enough to survive the adapter trials—if the experimental model were to be controlled by the Northern District Wizards, like this time, most of them would probably have gone mad in the initial phase."
Korma licked the wine stains on her lips and naturally reached for the black Gem Cat, wrapping its tail around her little finger as if it were a furry ring.
Absolutely no sense of boundaries.
The black Gem Cat mumbled inwardly and twitched its tail, but couldn't move it.
"Basic model? So you have an improved model, or a high-grade model?" It tried to wrest back control of its tail while sternly pressing on.
"I never said that." The owner of the Sakura Pub smiled slyly but did not deny the possibility: "——But you can guess so."
The expression of the black Gem Cat grew a bit more serious.
It even forgot about its tail.
