Not long after Sanders' voice fell, the manor welcomed a long-absent guest.
The master of the House of Lilith, Kanter, who is like the night itself.
When everyone saw Kanter, confusion flickered in their eyes. Even Sanders looked at him strangely.
The reason was that Kanter's current appearance was somewhat bizarre; his curly beard was disheveled, the pointed tip of his blue-black embroidered orchid cone-shaped wizard hat was collapsed, and his matching wizard robe was full of scratches; most importantly, on each of his long white eyebrows that drooped to his chest, hung a cat.
One was the black cat Luna, whom Angel was very familiar with, gripping the eyebrow desperately.
The other cat was also black, but its blackness was like a blazing black flame, filled with an aggressive aura. It hung on the other eyebrow, swinging with Kanter's movements as if on a swing.
"Kanter, you..." Sanders frowned, seemingly puzzled by Kanter's current situation.
