The kitten wasn’t interested in the problems of people. She stole another piece of jerky, lay down on the map, and snorted sleepily.
“General Hadjar, may I come in?”
It was the old Librarian. He was the same as before: deceptively kind and calm, wearing expensive but still somehow rather ordinary-looking clothes. His whole appearance was intentionally crafted to make him likeable, when, in fact, the soul of this particular Heaven Soldier was darker than the deepest, darkest pits of hell.
He makes my skin crawl!
“Come in, Venerable adept,” Hadjar nodded.
The old man entered, looked around, and smiled faintly.
“You’ve changed a lot in here,” he said, sitting down at the table.
“I just did some cleaning and cleared a few things out.” Hadjar shrugged. “I don’t mean to disrespect you, Ve
