Chapter 83
Chapter 83 A Chance for the Spirit Animals
“Huh p>
Lyra pointed first at the red fish, then at Draven, eyes wide with obvious confusion.
“Beats me,” Draven said, feigning total ignorance.
Lyra shot him a skeptical side-eye.
He had clearly implied it just now!
A faint, playful glint flickered in Draven’s eyes. He tilted his head thoughtfully.
“Maybe it really is possible. The cosmos is huge. Anything can happen p>
Lyra’s brows lifted in pure delight.
If this was true, she could let every Sentinel’s spirit animal come out to play during her rounds.
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It might not work as fast as a real Guide’s psychic intervention, but it was clear progress all the same.
Heartened by the possibility, she let the little red fish rest lightly on her shoulder and continued down the hallway with renewed resolve.
Draven’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure, the smile on his lips impossible to hold back.
Yet soon after, doubt crept into his mind.
If Lyra had accidentally awakened Guide abilities, had she truly never noticed?
And he had never sensed any aura of another spirit animal on her either.
Still, she was so easy to convince, quick to take others at their word.
Lyra soon reached Cedric’s cell. She waved gently at the cats and dogs inside.
At the same time, she also waved to Snow, the little white ferret staring at her with eager eyes.
Once Cedric tossed his laundry and the pets’ clothes into the utility cart, Lyra jotted a note and held it up for him to read.
“Can Snow come out and play for a bit p>
Cedric froze, staring at her in stunned silence.
Lyra tilted her head, confused by his reaction.
Cedric quickly composed himself, looking away awkwardly. “S-Snow’s just p>
Lyra slid another handwritten note toward him.
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“Draven said letting spirit animals out to relax might improve your condition.
“We don’t know for sure if it works, but there’s no harm in trying.
“Besides, Snow looks desperate to get out of the cell p>
The little ferret’s eager, pleading gaze was enough to stir anyone’s protective instincts.
Cedric’s mouth twitched helplessly as he read the words.
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Honestly, Draven was something else. She did not understand, but why was he spouting nonsense too?
While he was inwardly exasperated, Lyra subtly gestured for Show to come forward.
The ferret’s eyes lit up, ready to dart out, before Cedric’s sharp gale stopped it cold.
He smiled gently but firmly, turning down the offer. “I appreciate it, but it’s better not to. Snow’s too mischievous. I don’t want it to cause you any trouble p>
Lyra instantly noticed the obvious dejection in Snow’s bright eyes.
She switched topics quickly and wrote, “Do you apply to go outside every day p>
Cedric glanced back at the cluster of fluffy animals in his cell, his gaze softening with quiet affection. “Yeah p>
He’d long lost all personal freedom, locked away in Black Spire. The least he could do was let the creatures that kept him company have their moments of joy, even if it meant he had to wear those humiliating restraints meant for prisoners.
Lyra wrote earnestly, “Your cats and dogs get to run and play outside with you every day. But Snow is stuck inside alone the whole time, even more so when you’re gone. It’s pretty unfair.
“And Snow’s well-behaved-it’s just full of energy p>
While Cedric read her words, Lyra’s attention drifted back to now.
The little ferret stood upright on its paws, waving them clumsily like a pup begging for treats.
Lyra nodded subtly at it, silently promising she’d convince Cedric to let it out.
Cedric looked up and met her determined gaze, then glanced at the overly cute ferret putting on a pitiful
show.
He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt.
He’d indeed been far too strict and neglectful with Snow.
Even so, he remained wary, fearing the playful ferret would end up getting Lyra in trouble.
Sensing his hesitation, Lyra pressed on, refusing to let the moment slip.
“Let’s just try it once. If Snow misbehaves, I can send it right back in. No harm done p>
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Faced with her sincere, pleading expression, Cedric pursed his lips and hesitated for a long moment before finally giving in.
“…Alright p>
Both Lyra’s and Snow’s faces lit up instantly.
The ferret bounced wildly around the cell, darting back and forth in pure joy.
The cats watched the hyper little creature with detached indifference, while the dogs bounded after it, tails wagging furiously, turning the entire cell into a chaotic, playful mess.
Cedric rubbed his temples helplessly, resigned to the chaos.
Lyra smiled and wrote another note.
“I don’t have enough time right now. I’ll finish my rounds first, then come back to let them play properly p>
Cedric nodded. “Sounds good p>
The instantly overjoyed Snow froze mid-bounce, staring blankly at Lyra.
Not now?
Lyra failed to notice its crestfallen expression and waved goodbye with a warm smile before turning to leave.
Snow watched her walk away, utterly devastated. It stretched out its tiny paws in a desperate plea, too stunned to make a sound.
Before it could mope any longer, the big, goofy dogs swarmed it, bathing the tiny ferret in slobbery licks until it was thoroughly soaked.
Lyra wasted no more time lingering. Knowing she could let the spirit animals play freely once her shift was done, she sped up her laundry collection, eager to finish early and grant them more time outside their
cells.
Before she realized it, she’d arrived at Cell 221.
A strange, nervous hesitation washed over her. She stood frozen outside the door, unable to bring herself
to move.
Inside the cell, the man seemed completely unaware of her presence.
He leaned quietly in the corner, using his large wings to clumsily lift stray black feathers into the air. He stared blankly as each feather drifted slowly to the floor, then repeated the motion over and over again.
The ground around him was scattered with countless small, dark plumes.
The crow shot him an exasperated look and prepared to hop toward the window.
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In the next instant, it vanished entirely, forcefully pulled back into its host’s mindscape.
A soft, gentle knock finally echoed from outside the cell.
Tap. Tap.
His movements faltered. He didn’t lift his gaze, continuing his mindless, repetitive actions.
A moment later, the cell window slid open. Soft hallway light streamed into the dim cell, casting a neat square patch of illumination on the floor-and framing Lyra’s figure standing outside.
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Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.