Jane Sterling's brow furrowed. That was strange. What could be the reason? There was definitely the scent of an animal in the room.
"It's a yellow weasel."
Bianca's voice, solemn and grave, suddenly rang out in Jane Sterling's mind.
Jane Sterling's frown deepened. She had never even considered this possibility.
However, Jane Sterling didn't doubt Bianca's words in the slightest. Her expression grew even more serious as she turned to the old woman beside her.
"Ma'am, Uncle Fischer has been latched onto by a yellow weasel. Think carefully. Have you really not seen such a creature around your home recently?"
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, the old woman was so shocked she nearly fainted.
People from the north tend to be strong believers in such things, and it was a common belief in families with long-standing traditions like theirs. So, when they heard Jane's words, everyone grew flustered.
"A yellow weasel... How could it be The Great Weasel Sage?!"
