It was very good at telling jokes, like the one that goes, "You give it a fish first, and then when it recovers in the Divine Kingdom, it will grant them the position of a Great Angel!"
What Flora regretted a little was that the black cat always liked to cling to Herbert, either lying on his head or hiding in his shadow.
On ordinary days, it had little contact with her and wouldn't let her stroke its sleek fur.
Even if it did have contact, it would only size up her figure from top to bottom and ultimately shake its head regretfully, letting out an exaggerated sigh.
However, none of these people accompanied them to the end. After spending some time, they would quietly leave.
Some returned to their own city-states, some found their paths, some were taken back to the tower by mentors, and some disappeared into the jungle.
Some came, some left.
On this journey, they experienced both meetings and farewells.
The black cat was the last to leave.
