C92 Florence Was a Cleric!

"Dear Rinn, you're unharmed!"

While Rinn was handling the black cat's remains, a sweet voice reached his ears.

It was Florence, back again.

"Why should I be dead?"

Rinn retorted.

"Uh..." Florence, realizing her mistake, blushed. "That's not what I meant."

"Yeah, I know." Rinn stood, holding the cat's corpse.

Florence's breath quickened at the sight of the black cat's corpse