“Tiger? How is that a tiger? It looks like a stray cat.” Hyeonu smiled sarcastically. It was a trick to shake Lebron’s spirit. This much trash talk was the basics.

‘Just shake him a bit so I can do a surprise attack.’

Lebron’s magic spirit was very cute. It was definitely in the sole color of black, but it had a distinct appearance due to the difference in concentration.

‘It really is cute.’

The magic spirit had two dark eyes, pointed ears, and a gently swaying tail. This was an appearance that met the standards of being called delicate.

“He looks familiar. I saw him before...” John Blake seemed to know the identity of the magic spirit.

“Have you seen that cat, Duke Blake?” Hyeonu wondered.

“Of course, he is a guy I saw before I came to the demon world. He is a tiger that Lebron raised since he was young. The genealogy isn’t known. I just know that he isn’t ordinary.”

“There was no such tiger at the mansion in Yusma... Is he dead?”

Lebron became furious when he heard Hyeonu’s words. “Who said that he’s dead?! He is living well...”

Then John Blake helped clarify the situation....