Chapter 32: Do You Crave Power?
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That night,
Wayne enjoyed his dinner, released the doves from his hat for feeding, and took out the basic magic book related to messenger birds to study and reinforce his memory.
He had already memorized the book by heart, but still looked through it every day.
"Coo coo coo———"
On the table, the doves seemed startled by something and cooed as they burrowed back into the hat.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wayne caught sight of a shadow on the windowsill, with cold, merciless golden eyes staring intently at him.
The shadow was about thirty centimeters tall, still and motionless, with something resembling tendrils twisted and curled beneath its eyes.
Wayne jumped in fright, only to realize upon closer examination that it wasn't some indescribable entity, but a black owl, staring straight at him with a mouse clutched in its beak.
The mouse was alive, and the writhing tendrils were its tail.
"You quirky little thing, you sure look different."