"Do those two Black Wizards have anything to do with the Ravens?" Korma switched arms to support her chin, then extended her other hand, curled her finger, and motioned for the Black Cat to come closer.
The Black Cat pretended not to see, lowered its head to gnaw on a piece of beef on the plate, answering distractedly, "…No, I mean, there's no evidence to suggest that…"
Then it felt a tightness at its neck, a lightness under its body, subconsciously curling its limbs and hooking its tail.
Snapping back to reality, it indignantly realized that a certain Big Wizard had sneaked an attack while no one was watching, grabbing the scruff of its neck and bringing it in front of her.
The Black Cat chewed on the tasteless beef morsel in its mouth, swallowed it with effort, and was about to shout angrily, only to suddenly feel a soft finger blocking its mouth.
"In regions with low magic levels, Black Magic tends to be rampant; this is a well-known fact."
