Chapter 42: Susie Potter and the Cat Rice Cake

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The bushes rustled, and Audrey and Susie immediately turned their attention toward them.

Under the gaze of the girl and the dog, a strange creature crawled out from the bushes. It resembled a plum-blossom cake, measuring roughly half a meter in width and three-quarters of a meter in height. Its body was a pale gray-blue, with dark gray-blue grooves running vertically down its sides. Something resembling a lid sat atop its head, and a small opening had been cut into the side facing Audrey and the others. From within poked a small black head that looked like a cat’s, with a black tail squeezed out on the right. Its eyes were black as well, but bright and perfectly round, surrounded by golden rings that separated them from its catlike face.

It was a Meowcake.

“It’s so cute.” Before Audrey could say anything, Susie had already run over to the Meowcake and begun circling it.

“Audrey, can I keep it as a pet?” Susie asked excitedly, looking at Audrey.

Audrey knew perfectly well that Susie was merely trying to change the subject, but she too was captivated by the Meowcake’s adorable appearance. She walked over and crouched down to examine it.

“What is this… um… animal?” Audrey asked curiously, though she suspected Susie did not know either.

Sure enough, Susie shook her head. “I don’t know either, Audrey.”

“Woo…” The Meowcake made a sound.

“It says they’re called Meowcakes,” Susie translated.

“Huh? Susie, you can understand it?”

Susie nodded. “Er, yes. I don’t know why either. Maybe it’s because I’m a dog?”

Susie leaned closer and sniffed it. “It smells wonderful, like a pastry…”

Then she tentatively stretched out a paw and touched the Meowcake. It felt soft and springy.

“What’s your name?”

“Woo…” The Meowcake did not dodge Susie’s paw. It simply stared at her with eyes so bright they reflected the light.

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“It says its name is Trashcake,” Susie translated.

“Trashcake…” Audrey repeated the word, then looked at the creature’s appearance. It did indeed resemble a short garbage bin.

Audrey still did not reach out to touch it. Although she had only recently entered the supernatural world, she knew that it was best not to touch unfamiliar things.

“All right, Susie. You’re making it uncomfortable.”

As a Spectator, Audrey believed Susie would understand the subtle reminder.

Susie did understand. Reluctantly, she withdrew her paw.

“Audrey, can I keep it as a pet?” Susie asked once again, raising her head to gaze at Audrey with hopeful eyes.

“Woo…” Trashcake shuffled backward a little.

“It says yes,” Susie declared decisively.

“That absolutely isn’t what it said!”

The Meowcake turned around and quickly bounded away.

“Ah, it ran off.” Susie looked deeply dejected.

Monday afternoon.

“Wuthering Manor, by Fors Wall.” Cielris flipped through the novel in his hands. It was Miss Slacker’s proudest work and her most famous novel.

Wuthering Manor told the story of Miss Cici, a woman one hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall and weighing ninety-eight pounds, who entered Flius Manor to serve as a governess.

Judging from the earlier chapters, it was probably a romance novel. But then an “evil spirit” appeared, sending the book into the supernatural genre. Fortunately, the three spotless ghosts of the Huang family had not invaded this world, or Miss Slacker might have been banned long ago.

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As the story continued, Miss Cici revealed that she was actually a detective and launched into a dazzling piece of reasoning, instantly exposing the so-called evil spirit and dragging the plot back into the realm of materialism.

Next, the male lead suffered a severe blow to the head, lost his memory, and embarked on a tear-jerking storyline. It was a textbook example of a female-oriented novel with a powerful heroine.

Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, Conan, and a Korean drama all rolled into one. It was impossible not to wonder whether this was yet another product brought over by Roselle.

“Melodramatic. Not worth reading.” Cielris casually tossed it aside.

[How can that be? This book is extremely famous.]

“Heh. It’s precisely because it’s famous that I have to criticize it. If I don’t tear it apart a little, how am I supposed to appear fresh and unconventional, refusing to go along with the vulgar masses?” Cielris waved a hand.

[But, to be fair, it really isn’t very good.]

“Actually, it’s not that bad.”

[Are you picking a fight, you bastard?]

……

As gray mist surged forth, this week’s Tarot Club began.

P.S. The next two weeks are exam weeks, so until my final exam is over, I’ll be updating only once a day. I’ll make up the missing chapters afterward.

The author promises that if I don’t fail a single subject, there will be ten extra chapters—or even nine.