The Pilgrimage—My Name Is.

The pale green leaves gave off a gentle glow in the faint moonlight.

Chichi dug his claws into a thick branch to calm his excitement. Scritch, scritch, scritch. Even as he scratched at the tree, his yellow eyes with black vertical slits remained fixed on the tents blooming like mushrooms in the middle of the forest path.

Those intense eyes held ecstasy and relief.

“I almost ruined everything.”

To assassinate the prince, he had planned from the beginning to carry out the deed on the fourth night, when the moon would begin to wane.

He had sprinkled magical-beast eggs over the lunch boxes and desserts to be distributed, then carefully adjusted their maturity so they would hatch on the fourth night.

Everything had been proceeding smoothly, but an unexpected complication had arisen.

The egg inside Adrienne had hatched too quickly.

If the magical beast hatched right now, it might ruin everything, so Chichi had to charge into the barracks without a second thought to stop it from hatching.

Because of that, he had nearly been struck by a spear thrust by a blinded soldier...