Book Eight: Chapter 131

“I’m under the impression that they can’t do anything to us for now,” said Kisa. “So we’re in this weird stalemate where they’re clearly looking for a justification.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Every time I leave my house...”

The cat girl shrugged. “At least your house wasn’t stolen,” she said. “Or invaded by mercenaries. We’ve been through worse.”

“We shouldn’t have to deal with anything, though.” Thunder rumbled again as Mike crossed his arms. “Look, we’re currently guests in this stupid castle. Let me fill you in.” He gave Kisa a summary of what he had learned so far. Her ears perked up through the narration, especially when he mentioned how Vincentius was using the Caretaker narrative as his own.

“What do you suppose all of that is about?” she finally asked.

“I don’t know. But I would have no reason to question otherwise if I didn’t know that I was the real Caretaker,” he replied. “The guy is using the narrative to accomp