"Lord Roswaal, please explain to us exactly what is going on!"
Emilia looked at Roswaal with a stern expression; for the first ti, she found him utterly unrecognizable.
While Emilia was questioning Roswaal, a small, silvery-white figure floated freely in the air, its bright eyes scanning Yuji Itadori with an expression of intense curiosity.
Yuji Itadori studied the figure in return—it was a gray cat with a satchel slung over its shoulder, but its face bore an expression that belonged only to a human.
"Lia, is this the Yuji Itadori you ntioned?"
The cat smiled as it looked at Yuji Itadori.
"My na is Puck. I'm sothing of a father figure to Lia! Pleased to et you!"
"Pleased to et you."
Yuji Itadori gave a small nod of acknowledgnt.
"I heard Lia talk about you before. It seems you already visited the Mansion once just now, but I was with Betty at the ti and didn't see you. It's a pity I didn't get to et you in the Royal Capital either, as it was quite late then."
As Puck spoke, his body spun a full circle in mid-air, yet his gaze remained fixed on Yuji Itadori.
He was Emilia's Contracted Spirit, guarding her side at all tis.
Puck was originally one of the Four Great Spirits, but due to certain special reasons, the current Puck could only maintain this tiny form and could not manifest at night, instead residing within the crystal pendant on Emilia's chest.
"I didn't expect you to be so calm upon seeing , Itadori. Have you had contact with Spirits before?"
Puck inquired curiously.
"Spirits? No, I've never seen one."
Yuji Itadori shook his head.
"But I have had contact with an existence similar to you."
"Oh? A similar existence?"
"But he isn't a cat; he's a Panda."
"Panda? What's that?"
Puck had never heard of a species called a Panda.
"It's also a cute animal," Yuji Itadori replied.
Panda-senpai was a Cursed Corpse created by Principal Yaga Masamichi.
A Cursed Corpse with a soul was no different from any other student.
Infusing a Cursed Corpse with a soul was sothing only Yaga Masamichi could do, but in the end, it seed he was eliminated by the Jujutsu High Brass for that very reason.
As for Panda-senpai himself, he had been stored in the Cursed Warehouse as an ordinary Cursed Corpse until Yuji's appearance gave him the chance to see the light of day again.
The physical body is rely a vessel; the soul is the filler.
Right at that mont, an incredibly crisp and sowhat childish voice rang out from behind everyone.
"No matter how cute it is, it couldn't possibly surpass ~"
As Puck spoke, he struck a cute pose, appearing exceptionally confident in this regard.
However, he quickly adopted a serious deanor and floated closer to Yuji Itadori, extending a soft little paw to lightly touch Yuji Itadori's hand.
Puck could achieve a degree of telepathy through contact, allowing him to sense the other party's surface-level thoughts and determine whether they were an enemy to himself or Emilia.
In Yuji Itadori's heart, there wasn't even a trace of malice; instead, he seed to sincerely want to help Emilia and the others.
This was naturally a good thing for Puck; at the very least, it proved that Yuji Itadori was a trustworthy existence.
However, what Puck truly cared about was sothing else.
As a Great Spirit, Puck could sense and absorb the Mana of others.
And he could feel a terrifying power surging continuously within Yuji Itadori's body.
It wasn't Mana, but sothing similar in nature yet sohow different, like a raging tide constantly washing through Yuji Itadori's physical form.
This power was sothing even Puck could not comprehend.
Is this why Roswaal was crushed by Yuji Itadori?
Puck's body couldn't help but shiver for an instant.
Puck turned his head slightly. On the other side, Roswaal had stopped pretending and admitted that the matter with Elsa Granhiert (The Bowel Hunter) was related to him.
However, from beginning to end, Roswaal did not reveal his true objective, nor did he ntion Natsuki Subaru's power to reset the world again. He simply repeated that he sincerely wished to support Emilia in ascending the throne.
"You lot are so noisy! You're annoying Betty to death! What on earth are you doing? You've interrupted Betty's ti alone with her brother."
Right then, a crisp and sowhat childish voice rang out.
Following the sound of light footsteps, a young girl appeared before everyone.
She looked to be only about ten years old, with a tiny fra that seed as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind, yet she carried an air of haughtiness and detachnt that was completely at odds with her appearance.
She had soft, fluffy blonde hair tied into twin drills on either side of her head. Her face was youthful but very cute, and her eyes were like butterflies, as if they might take flight at any mont.
Beatrice—the other Great Spirit in Roswaal's Mansion. She regarded Puck as her brother and controlled the Forbidden Library connected to the Mansion, which housed almost all the Grimoires in the world—a place coveted by countless people.
At this mont, Beatrice had her arms crossed over her chest and lifted her small, round chin, her gaze sweeping over everyone before she asked again in an impatient tone:
"What's happening here? How did things get this ssy? Roswaal, why do you look so pathetic?"
Beatrice's gaze moved away from Roswaal and finally focused on Yuji Itadori.
A completely unfamiliar face; she had never seen him before.
"Who is this idiot? He's the one who caused all this, right?"
Beatrice pouted slightly, observing the other party unblinkingly as if trying to confirm so piece of information.
"This is Senior Itadori, whom I ntioned before! Betty, stop talking nonsense!"
Hearing Beatrice call Yuji Itadori an idiot upon their first eting made Natsuki Subaru frantic with worry.
He had already witnessed Yuji Itadori's strength.
Although in Natsuki Subaru's eyes, Yuji Itadori was a very helpful and gentle person, if he were to ever truly get angry, he could probably dispose of Betty effortlessly...
However, hearing Beatrice's words, no trace of anger appeared on Yuji Itadori's face.
On the contrary, Yuji Itadori kept his eyes on Beatrice with a peaceful gaze.
He had caught it—
Within Beatrice's colorful, butterfly-wing-like eyes, there seed to be a hidden emotion.
It was an emotion sowhat similar to what he had felt before.
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