The Special Mentor

It didn"t take long for the Myth of Xavier to end . By that time, I was already scanning the crowd, searching for a boy who matched Thomas Hark"s description .

Thomas Hark was a blond-haired youth with freckles on his face . . .

That is legit all I have to help me . . .

. . . I know, I"m a huge disappointment . But, hey! At least I"m trying!

I ended up finding a few boys matching that description; however, the degree of freckles varied .

Some boys looked as if their face were made of freckles while others looked as if they barely had any .

Now, all I can do is rely on clothes and personality, huh?

Clothes? I"m just gonna guess that Thomas Hark wears the usual t-shirt and jeans . There"s no way that he"d dress up like a n.o.ble .

Personality? All I have to do is look for a Human Miceter I guess .

All of this would require a bit of spying . . .
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Luckily for me, Miceter likes to eavesdrop on conversations in his free time .

"Hey, Miceter?"

"Yes, Mister?"

"I have a few tasks I need help with . . . "

***

In the Prosperous Kingdom, Riverdale"s Tavern

Miceter carefully crawled on top of the rafters, gazing at the scene below . This had been the tenth boy with blond hair and freckles he had seen . Each boy he had spied on previously were either too dumb, too smart, too mean, too boring, or too average for Mister .

Miceter really wanted this boy to be the right one . It"s not because he"s getting bored . No . It"s because he feels as if he"s letting Mister down by not finding Mister"s friend yet .

The tavern was extremely loud . Drunk men screeched drinking songs while some quiet folks enjoyed a meal . Among those that were enjoying a meal, was Miceter"s target . The boy and the rest of his family were planning on staying the night after their meal . Miceter planned on spying on their conversations at that time . Right now, he was comparing the boy"s outfit .

Indeed, he wore a t-shirt and jeans .

This fact alone filled Miceter"s tiny heart with hope .

***

Back to Me

Gazing at the night sky, I couldn"t help but feel anxious .

I don"t know the exact time, but tomorrow is when the System will release its wrath .

Right now, I"m mentally preparing myself for the worst .

I glanced at the tavern doors .

Hopefully Miceter doesn"t encounter any trouble during his mission . . .

"Hey, black cat . " A voice jolted me out of my thoughts .

Turning back, my eyes landed on a haggard-looking man holding onto the reins of a grey horse . He had silver hair and hazelnut eyes . He looked as if he hadn"t slept for ages .

"Meow . " I meowed in response .

What could I do? I"m in my Beast Form and I can"t transition into a Human so a "Meow" is all I can offer .

The man narrowed his eyes at me . "Hmm . . . this must be your first time talking to a Beast Man in their Human form . . . Try sending your thoughts towards me . "

Sending my thoughts toward him? What the h.e.l.l does that mean?

"Meow . " I meowed again .

The man frowned . "Either you"re dumb or doing this out of spite . One last time, try talking to me like you usually would with other Beast Men . "

WHAT?!

YOU DARE QUESTION MY INTELLIGENCE?!

"HOW DARE YOU!" I screamed aloud .

Oops . I didn"t mean to say that .

The man ignored my angry outburst and continued after confirming my ability to speak . "Have you seen a white mouse running around, by any chance? He has a red ribbon tied around his neck and goes by the name of "Miceter" . "

My jaw hit the floor as I stared at the man in shock .

ZED!

IS THAT YOU?!

"Who"s asking?" I asked .

Please say it! Please say you"re Zed!

"Me . " The man glared at me . His ice cold eyes sent a shiver down my spine .

"Who"s me?" I persisted .

The man answered, his voice impatient . "My name is Zed . "