Be Fearful Of Cursed Ideas [That I Can See You]

EL RITCH

Neither of them could see her sprawled lazily across his lap.

"I do not like this stupid man at all," she muttered, her voice low and sharp. Her ears flicked in irritation, her tail curling slightly as she glared at Gottfried. "Wish I could make him bleed a little. Just one bite."

El Ritch didn't respond. He simply scratched behind her ear, and she huffed, settling down again.

Gottfried, oblivious, furrowed his brow. "That aside, I still don't understand. How does a contract with a beast make you stronger?"

El Ritch grinned. "Yesterday, you told me that we cannot sleep in The Dreaming, but that we should still practice the act of sleeping," he said, watching as the knight gave a small nod of confirmation. "So I did. I practiced all night. Not sleep, but train." His grin widened. "And with my fox, I made a little discovery. With your help, Sir Gottfried."