After removing the blood stain from his cheek, Moze leaves the mission site with a cold and indifferent face, slightly wincing at the iron and pungent smell of blood and traightening clothes because of the feeling of heaviness. The next mission was successful and it was necessary to report it.

"Oh, Moze. Have you found a friend who is similar in your mind?" The Shadow Guard hears a chuckle from General Feixiao before Moze even has time to say a word. And there was a meow near the man's feet. It turned out that the heaviness in the cloak, which was all the way, but did not really bother the man, was just a tenacious cat.

Since then, the cat has continued to follow Moze.

He didn't mind. The cat didn't get in the way, and its imitation was cute. For example, when a man washed his hands, the cat licked its paws. Cleanliness was in the blood of both of them.

"Eat." Says the assassin, putting a half-eaten portion of a particularly spicy dish by Jiaoqiu in front of the cat.