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November 19th, 1097, 9:20 P.M.

This way!

Up ahead.

They're over there still. I think I can see her.

Wait, didn't we just pass this road sign?

We're back to where we were. I mean, we're running in circles.

See, I knew it. There's something funny about the Feline's Arts.

Calm down. The Infected community's up ahead. The thief's definitely hiding somewhere in there.

Damned Infected... I'll find them, even if I have to flip the place upside down.

That's enough. Let's head back.

Are you sure we should just let her go, Chief? What about the money and the merchandise?

Forget it. She didn't take that much. We'll all chip in a little and foot the bill.

The boss made it very clear he didn't want any unnecessary trouble.

Give him any more fuss, and a sacking will be the least of your worries.

Let's go.

Hehee~

You'll have to be a little smarter than that to catch a cat~

Minnie. You there?

Miss Witch!

Here you go. Your meal and medicine for today.

Thanks!

Don't eat too fast. You mustn't choke on your food.

A slice of bread, and enough rice to stifle her hunger for the day.

When exactly did I start helping people?

And why? I had enough trouble keeping myself alive.

*cough*... *cough*...

Miss... You don't look too well.

Really...? Is it that obvious?

When can I start using Originium Arts like you?

Not today~

Huh...? But I wanna be a witch too. Like you.

Maybe once you get a bit bigger, kit.

*cough*... *cough*...

Sharp pain.

The sharp, prickling pain of this Oripathy lesion hasn't stopped hurting for the past three months.

Maybe it's time to leave this place.

It wouldn't be nice if anyone got caught in the crystallization when it finally happens.

No, when the time comes to wave goodbye to this world, it must be done elegantly and in perfect solitude—

That's how a proper kitten and a Caster from the Witch Forest is supposed to go.

One pub, two pubs, three pubs...

Seven kits, eight kits, nine kits...

Take a guess how many pubs and stray cats there are in this Infected block.

I know, because I counted. There are eight pubs and thirty-two stray kittens.

That's four kittens to each pub, and a fresh fin for each kitten.

Have you ever counted how many cities you've visited, how many Infected settlements you've seen?

I have. Five cities, eight settlements, and seventeen prison breaks.

I've been to many cities, but Caladon is definitely one of the more interesting ones.

Everyone's the same here. They're out to make a living when the sun goes up, and they're into the pub to drink when the sun goes down. When they close their eyes at night, they never worry about what the next day will bring.

Infected, normals. What's the difference?

Maybe one day, with a loud 'kaboom,' the whole of Caladon Bay will slip into the sea, and that'll be the wonderful end of everything~

Which is why, if I had to pick a place to die, this wouldn't be too bad a choice.

A place where I can look down on the whole city, and my body's turning to stone, and then, 'bang!'

Nothing left of me, no one any the wiser. But nonetheless, I'll have to pick a place that's farther away, lest the dust drift its way down into the streets.

The rocks in my body seem to have calmed down...

Looks like it's not yet time. At least, not today.

Until that day comes, I always have to think about where I'll find tomorrow's fun.

Oh, I didn't even notice. The sun's already up.

Good morning, Victoria. Good morning, Caladon.

So, who's the lucky contestant who gets a visit from the kitty today?

November 23th, 1097, 10:14 P.M.

Not a soul in these buildings here... Is it how close it is to the abandoned districts?

An old warehouse... Hm...

Maybe there's something I can use?

Let's take a peek~

Food... There can't be food here, right?

Maybe something I can make a fiver or so from?

Whoa, whoa, that's a bit of dust. And it reeks of machine oil. Nothing quite adorable here.

This vase looks pretty, though—

Don't touch nothin'.

I don't get it. All we're doing is kidnapping a few Infected and an old man. Why get everybody all puffed up?

Shut up. Do your job and get paid. Don't ask questions.

(Phew...)

Counted up the weapons yet?

Lookin' good. Prob'ly overkill for a rickety old councilor.

(Weapons? Councilor? Bo~ring...)

Keep your eyes open, though. Those goons are hired guns, I don't trust 'em.

What about the explosives? We don't need to worry about the Originium bombs?

We got guys to handle that for us. Not our department.

All we gotta do is ready the weapons and Arts Units. We're good to go in three hours.

Then we just wait at the Boil 'til they're done and pick up from there.

Who's that?!

You hear that?

Weird... I thought I locked the doors.

I heard it loud and clear. Someone's in here.

Someone? Where?

No hiding in a room this small. It's probably just some cat.

Yeah, that's it. Just a cat tempting fate in here.

Let's see now... Which little kitten came pokin' her head into a place she shouldn't have?

Don't be so petty. Can't a passing stray kit take shelter here for the night?

Who are you?

An Infected? Perfect timing there.

I told you. I'm just a stray cat passing by. I wandered in here by chance alone.

Won't you overlook this if I give you this pretty vase?

What you heard don't matter. I don't care if you really did stumble in by accident, but now that we found you—you ain't gettin' outta here alive.

It's curtains for you, kitten.

Haven't you heard? Bad luck befalls those who harm cats.

Missed?

How's she still... What's with this mist—

Hohoh, what's the rush now? How about I give you two a riddle to chew on.

'Why is a rock like a firework?'