Chapter 166: CLXVI. Delay the Unavoidable.

"Things? Like what?" Vanilla asked. "You are clearly a Plush User like me. Custos Tigris, that might be the name of this spirit, right?" She looked at the Tiger. The feline rested on his four paws on the floor, looking at the humans like he understood their conversation.

"That's it. Did you take Latin classes? You don't seem like the kind of one who would be interested in those things." Q responded. She leaned on the floor and picked up the Colt 1911 of the Patriarch, giving it a look before attaching it to her belt.

"...And you don't seem like the kind of person who would kill in blood cold their uncle. Looks are deceiving, Q," Vanilla responded, equaling the strange girl's condescending tone. With no more menaces near, she saved Avrevm Bacvlvm inside her pocket.