"But you seem to know a lot of secrets?" The Big Orange Cat mused, gently tapping her head with her other paw. "In that case..."
"...Your Majesty of Chaos!" a cold voice suddenly blared from the phone still clutched in Chu Bamboo's hand. "You've crossed the line!"
"Oh no, I haven't," the Big Orange Cat said, blinking her eyes with feigned innocence. "Let me think... which generation are you again? Ah, well, it's not important."
"The simple fact is, you thought of me, and that's why I came running..." the Big Orange Cat's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction. "Besides, this place is... what, the suburbs of some prosperous city? It's not even a major metropolis..."
"...You have violated the religious treaty established by the founding Grand Ancestor in the Imperial Capital's Grand Ancestral Temple, before the Great Goddess Nuwa!" The Pope ignored the Big Orange Cat's quibbling, his words deliberate and sharp. "You can sever the connection right now... but I already have proof!"
