Noon, Elda Territory.
"Huh? You actually took the initiative to contact me."
As the sounds of prayer subsided, a figure made of ice and snow slowly appeared above the altar.
A seemingly ordinary little cat.
Since showing its true form before Herbert, it has always liked using this appearance to communicate with him.
Whether intentionally or accidentally, who knows.
The little cat didn't walk directly down from the altar but first habitually shook its body, scattering frost-like ice flakes from its fluffy fur.
Then it gracefully stepped down from the altar, jumping at the last step, and landed on Herbert's shoulder.
With remarkable balance, it stood steadily on Herbert's shoulder, lazily lying down, letting its tail hang over his chest, occasionally swaying.
From afar, it looked as if Herbert was wearing a pure white scarf.
"Alright, let's go! Oh, wait a moment before your matter, it's been a while since I came here, first show me around to see the changes!"
