"Achoo!"
The fluffy ball on the Qilin's back sneezed and scratched its nose with its paw.
Then it looked up at Lann, who was holding the Qilin Mane with his right hand, while his left hand hung by his side.
"So, you're telling me, Lann, just in that short moment, you fought with a group of ghosts that attack with super-cold temperatures, meow?"
After saying this, the little cat lowered its head dejectedly.
"What a pity, meow... It was a chance to fight ghosts, meow!"
Lann gently knocked the little cat's helmet on its head with the back of his left hand, making a 'dong' sound that made the little cat cover its head.
"There's nothing to pity. You don't even have a silver weapon or a weapon to break evil. What do you plan to do when facing ghosts? Bury your head and run away?"
The little cat seemed to have never considered this problem and softly meowed in confusion, holding its helmet as it froze.
