"Um?"
A questioning voice came from inside the house.
It seemed that the person who had launched the attack was confused as to why their spell had missed its target, or perhaps wondering... why the being that appeared before them after they pushed open the door was a black cat?
I tried to guess the person's mindset and cautiously tried to figure out the next technique they were going to use.
"Hmm?" From the depths of the dark room, the black figure made a brief, confused nasal sound, tilted its head to glance at the door, and then revealed a hint of realization in its voice, "I thought it would be a brute who opened the door, but it turned out to be our little animal friend."
It seems he mistook me for a magical pet contracted by some mage.
Like my friend Ale, although everyone is quite wary of Warcraft, many mages still like to keep special creatures that resonate with their personalities and with whom they get along well. The most common choices are usually crows, snowy owls, or black cats.
Although some mages have chosen other types of small beasts or monsters as companions by chance, the difficulty of taming them is much higher.
From this perspective, Pupu and Feifei, these two little guys, could perhaps be considered my tamed magical pets.
I have heard of people who have successfully tamed dragons by accident, but those were dragons that were still young. By the time the dragon grew up, the person had been dead for countless years, and no one has ever replicated it since. Thus, it has become a long and beautiful legend full of fantasy, which has led to a series of magnificent stories.
That's a story for another time.
In short, since the shadowy figure in front of me has mistaken me for someone's magical pet, I might as well go along with his guess and continue to play the part. When he completely relaxes his attention or takes his gaze away from me, that will be the moment I launch my attack.
After all, common sense and reality both suggest that magical pets rarely launch attacks other than physical contact.
This is a blind spot that can be exploited.
However, another problem has now arisen.
According to what Miyuki had said before, this should be the territory of those self-important church members, and should only contain their own people and those poor residents captured from the outer city to serve as servants. But the figure that appeared before me, judging from the magical fluctuations surrounding him and the spell he had just cast, undoubtedly showed that he was indeed a mage.
Although my spellcasting skills are rusty and my overall grasp of magic is not good, it is still a deadly danger for me in my current cat form.
Did the priests in this church collude with those quacks just for tonight's fishing?
A quiet bewilderment lingered in my mind, eventually transforming into deep suspicion and vigilance.
There might be other tricks up their sleeve.
Feeling the subtle heat emanating from the ruby around my neck, I silently reassured Feifei not to get too excited as I slowly backed away, keeping my eyes fixed on the man's movements in case he suddenly attacked.
The room was still too dark. Even though I was now a cat with some dark vision, I still needed a little light and shadow and sensory assistance to keep observing my surroundings. I couldn't see things in the dark with my naked eyes like a creature that was truly adapted to living in the dark, or distinguish the environment through pheromones, heat sensing, or sound wave reflection.
Strangely enough, even though I carefully retreated to the edge of the gate, about to get out of that person's sight, the figure still showed no sign of about to make a move.
Why is there no movement from me when I'm in such a favorable position to attack? It's as if they're waiting for me to walk into their trap, or as if they're silently preparing a powerful attack and hiding behind me, just waiting for me to let my guard down.
Confused, I stepped outside and looked around in all directions, but I couldn't find any hidden mechanisms or pre-printed traces of magic.
He twitched his ears, expanding his hearing and perception to the extent that it could cover the entire building, but he couldn't see any reinforcements that could come to his aid in a short time, except for the guards left on the outside.
I couldn't even detect the slightest fluctuation, resembling that of a magical artifact, emanating from the guy who was standing at the far end of the room, with his hands behind his back and his back to me.
Could it be a pre-engraved elemental stone or magic stone? It can't be so extravagant as to tear the scroll apart by hand, can it? Although it's not something complicated to make, the basic materials alone are much more expensive than casting a regular spell.
I still can't figure out how the other party will make a move.
The last time I played against a mage was with that bastard who barged into my little garden and even polluted a large patch of grass with the abyssal aura he carried. The time before that was at the auction, where I interfered with the thieves' theft, but I wasn't a key player.
In addition, there are few mages in the other world who are worthy of my full attention and equal treatment. Most of them are just dealing with large monsters and environmental problems. If I count on my fingers, it has been almost half a year since I fought against a mage of similar level to me.
It's no wonder that their combat instincts are showing signs of decline.
Why not try bluffing him? Or try interfering with his spellcasting?
However, it is necessary to first ascertain the specific content of the technique that the opponent is currently preparing in order to take countermeasures.
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