The last time Atticus had seen that supposed 'human' was during his battle with the Vampyros elder, Yorowin.
Back then, he had appeared out of nowhere, holding back the blood queen Jezenet, someone Atticus hadn't been able to handle at the time.
He had saved him. However…
'It's not the only time.'
Atticus thought of it clearly. It wasn't the only time. Whisker had also saved his life back at the Nexus banquet, when the paragons of other races had tried to force him into signing a mana contract.
Two times. Whisker had saved his life twice now, more than Atticus could remember anyone else ever had. Still, he didn't know how to feel about the beast.
'He's too unpredictable.'
The last time Atticus could say they had spoken deeply was right here, in this very estate. That night had been… different.
Their conversation had taken an unusually serious turn, something that sharply contrasted with the carefree, wild Whisker he was used to.
That night, Whisker had seemed… burdened.
