Chapter 215: What Do You Mean What Bookstore?
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I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 215: What Do You Mean What Bookstore?

“Meow~”

This snow-white cat looked rather chubby, almost resembling a big round ball from the way it sat. In a sense, it seemed quite innocent and cute.

With its head tilted to the side, the white cat watched the two trespassers with its large yellow eyes in a manner that could be deemed ‘adorable.’

But under the current circumstance, this movement appeared extremely menacing.

The dark elf stopped in her tracks and stared at the cat with a frown. She had a bad feeling about this.

It's just an ordinary cat… But why do I feel that something isn't right?

She then surveyed her surroundings. This bookstore seems… really ordinary. Yes, it's unremarkable; in fact, this bookstore even pales in comparison to normal bookstores. 

There weren't any decorations or many furnishings, just rows upon rows of shelves filled to the brim with books. Rather than a bookstore, this seemed like a pure book depository.

There was no indication the owner of this bookstore had any desire to attract customers.

After a quick scan, the dark elf’s gaze returned back to the counter. Till now, the cat was still wagging its tail, but it had jumped down the counter.

The countertop seemed much emptier with its absence and had nothing noteworthy as with the rest of the place.

Due to its apparently obese physique, the white cat's strides were unsteady as it wobbled toward the dark elf, purring as it did so.

The dark elf had the sudden urge to retreat, but she forcefully willed herself from doing so.

Squelch!

She reached down and pulled out the dagger embedded in Sandra’s shoulder. The blade had been laced with poison, illustrated by the brilliant sheen of blue on the bloodstained blade.

“Ugh.”

Prima groaned, her face as white as a sheet. Signs of the spreading poison were now evident; her forehead was riddled with beads of cold sweat, and bluish-green veins had appeared on her neck and were creeping upwards.

With her dagger in a reverse grip, the dark elf maintained a vigilant posture as it watched the cat saunter toward her.

Her mission was complete, and she could leave

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