Chapter 170: Second-Half Of The Meeting: Black Daffodil's Authority

I blinked, catching the distinct flicker of hesitation in Kuzunoha's eyes. "The Dull Tinkerer? That doesn't sound like any Calamity Object or anything from Carcosa."

"Indeed," she said, lips tightening. "The Dull Tinkerer is not of Carcosa, nor of any recorded myth or legend from this place. She's a particular entity I've encountered before, but… she's best described as human by form and presence, yet carrying a sort of conceptual authority. 

"A rare human, one who's seemingly immortal and possesses a knack for meddling where she pleases." She tapped her fingers against the parchment. "I gave Black Daffodil only the barest outline of what I knew, mind you—just enough to satisfy her curiosity.

"And I also planned to keep the rest of the crucial details to myself, especially from you, my love." Kuzunoha cackled. "If you know, then it is only normal to assume that Black Daffodil will know too."