Happy Life
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A cat appears before the astrologer, initially in a good mood... But then it starts to hiss fiercely at him.
— Oh... That's rare. It seems you didn't make a good impression on him.
- It's a pity, but you're right, it happens. I hope you can find him a more suitable owner. - After these words, Merel said goodbye to the man and headed to Carnelian, buying a can of salmon along the way to eat it alone before going to bed.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
