The cat demon and the ghost were quiet for a long time before they looked like they were alive.
"Surely, it doesn't work that way. If it did, why did no one know anything?" The ghost answered.
Jay rolled his eyes; he picked this habit from his fourth elder sister. She was the youngest of the triplets, and she was always rolling her eyes.
"Who do you know was cursed?"
The cat answered this time with a certainty that didn't match his face; anyway, no expression could match the cat's face: "They all died, and I thought they died from the spell."
Jay thought about it, and it did make sense.
"Who knows how long they were cursed?" Then something occurred to him silently, "Do you think curses have subscription services?"
The ghost looked paler than usual, and the blanket became translucent. Jay attributed this to some shock stimuli the ghost had received.
"What is that?"
The cat demon apparently knew nothing about the affairs of the human world and how money was made in almost every kind of service through a subscription model.
"It's like, suppose, you get a newspaper daily-"
The cat answered, "What's that? Like Magic Diary?"
Jay didn't know any Magic Diary.
"How about milk that's delivered daily?"
"My milk is stocked by my people."
Okay, rich cat, then, what else could be used as an example other than the monthly cursing service?
"Okay, think this way, I have an antidote potion, but I don't give it to you now, but every month, I give you some, so you keep coming to me every month."
"Isn't that how witches work?"
Oh, so the witches profited like this?
"Yes, exactly! That means you are paying monthly, and maybe the curse gets activated again after the time period if you don't stop it."
The cat sat still and then meowed in a hoarse voice.
"Maybe you are right!"
How did they come to the conclusion?
"I think the curse should have been finished for me last month, but yesterday, I dreamed the scene in my dream, and I kind of accepted it, so like you said, it restarted for me."
The reason for meowing was genuine now. How clever the witches were! This way, they could just keep profiting forever from one curse. The Ancient curse was a befitting name, as if one got cursed, the whole generation would get involved..
"Then how can we stop it?"
The cat looked at Jay, the ghost looked at Jay. Jay wondered who he should look at! He didn't know the answer, did he?
"Maybe you could break it yourself!"
The cat demon listened to this and answered slowly, moved. His body expanded, and poof, a man in shorts was sitting before them.
He had long hair, cat ears that weren't transformed back, green eyes, and a tail that was twitching.
"Young man, thank you, my curse is broken."
Was that it? That was it? Where were the fireworks or light shows? The curse was gone without anyone knowing. How pathetic it was!
"How?"
"When you said, I could break it, I thought that the curse no longer held me prisoner, and like that, a rope binding my soul broke, and when I checked, the curse was gone."
So, it was mental too? An epiphany?
"Thank you, kid. What do you want?"
Jay looked at the ghost because he didn't know what the appropriate payment for such a thing was. The ghost looked at the cat demon with red light in his eyes.
"We need ID cards!"
The cat demon guy pursed his lips.
"I can't do that."
"You are a High Level person!" The ghost answered back.
The cat demon guy coughed, "I was a High Level person."
He then told his story.
"I fell in love with a witch, but you know, we demons and witches, we don't get along after the Great War, and I found some of her clan members doing Blood rituals, so I had to eliminate them. She cursed me and the council of Magical people; they don't like cursed people, so they removed me from their midst. My clan is now in dire straits."
So, there was someone poorer than them.
"Okay, don't worry," Jay assured him.
"Yes, you can stay here to recuperate."
The ghost pulled Jay out and then reminisced about the story of the great Brent, the cat demon. He was the chief of Demons, and when he was cursed, the king of demons fired him. So, his family of cat demons now had no official jobs.
"That's so sad!"
They were both feeling pity for the cat demon.
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"May I call one of my juniors here for my daily necessities?"
"Sure!"
The cat demon that arrived shocked the ghost and the human at once. Gone was their version of bullied cat demons who could only afford to wear cheap clothes because before them stood a highly lavish cat guy with jewelry adorning his body. His watch shone more brightly than people's futures. His clothes screamed richer than the actors from idol dramas. And his arrogance would be written as textbook material for CEOs and billionaires.
"My grandpa, how can he live in a place so small?"
It wasn't exactly small for a house.
"He only lives in a mansion."
Okay, it was small.
"Chewie, that's no way you talk to your benefactor!" The cat demon guy admonished the younger cat demon.
"Hmph!"
Then the cat demon guy spoke in a low voice, but it was heard by everyone clearly.
"Grandpa, how can you recuperate here? Let's go back home! My Grandpa is waiting to play with you!"
"No, I want to stay here, Chewing, give them the things I called for."
The guy then put two small cards in Jay's hands and, seeing his shock, he explained clearly, "I put a hundred million coins in these, and I'll keep adding you monthly pocket money. You also have some worthless stuff in the space of the card, and our company products are all free for you!"
Jay was stuck on the space part. This small ATM card-like thing had space? Then his dream of cultivation didn't come true, too?