Type-Moon, but the Servant is Tom

However, in the next moment, Jerry realized that something was off about the house. It didn't feel like his own dwelling anymore, which made him slightly anxious. But in the very next moment, Jerry noticed a cat sitting beside the food, engrossed in its meal, instantly putting him at ease.

Jerry didn't even bother to take a closer look. Just by seeing the familiar color of the fur, he knew it was definitely Tom. As long as Tom was around, there was no need to panic.

Then, Jerry's gaze once again focused on the bag of food.

The room was quite dim, with only a faint flashlight providing illumination in the spacious living room.

Jerry nodded and quickly formulated his plan of action. With the dim environment, there was no doubt that his petite body could quietly approach and easily get hold of the food.

Looking at the plastic bag in the distance, Jerry smirked. This plan was feasible!

Without further ado, let's get to work!

Jerry stealthily emerged from his mouse hole and, with a slight backward lean and hands extended forward, swiftly ran towards the adjacent cabinet. The speed was remarkable, and the posture didn't resemble that of an ordinary mouse.

After confirming that neither the person nor the cat at the coffee table had noticed him, Jerry employed the same tactic once again. Taking advantage of several cover points, he quickly approached from behind Tom. The bag containing the food was conveniently placed on Tom's left side!

Ensuring that both Bai Song and Tom were still focused on their meal, Jerry made an accelerated move and appeared behind Tom in an instant.

At this point, Jerry resumed his stealthy approach, swiftly reaching the side of the plastic bag within the blind spots of White Song and Tom. Just as he was about to grab a box of food and make a quick getaway, he noticed that Tom's tail was resting on top of the bag.

There was no other option but to first lift Tom's tail with considerable effort and toss it aside. As we all know, a cat and its tail are two entirely separate entities. To Tom, his tail was like a part of another creature. As long as it wasn't hurt, merely dragging it along wouldn't bother him.

"Kaz~" However, when Jerry threw the tail to the side, the tail tip accidentally flicked against the handle of the plastic bag, creating a small noise.

Although the sound wasn't particularly loud, in the quiet environment, it was enough to attract attention. Hearing the noise they caused, Jerry's movements abruptly paused. At this moment, both Bai Song and Tom turned their gaze towards the bag, only to see a mouse with an embarrassed smile on its face.

Realizing that he had been exposed, Jerry jumped down from the plastic bag without hesitation and promptly chose to make his escape.

Bai Song and Tom were both frozen in place. Tom was stunned because he didn't expect to encounter Jerry here.

After about a second, Bai Song finally reacted and quickly urged Tom, "there's a mouse, Tom!"

Upon hearing this, Tom casually set aside his lunchbox and, wearing an unhappy expression, swiftly followed Jerry's escape route on all fours. He wanted to catch Jerry, who had disrupted his meal, as quickly as possible.

"Can there really be mice in this house?" Watching Tom chase after the mouse, Bai Song couldn't help but ponder. No one had lived in this house for at least twenty years. The only resident, according to Tom's account, was a ghost. It was hard to believe that mice could survive in a place without any food.

Unless... this mouse had only recently arrived. Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for mice to survive here. Thinking about this, Bai Song suddenly recalled that the mouse from earlier seemed somewhat familiar.

Meanwhile, Tom's pursuit of the mouse had reached a frenzied state. The mouse was now sprinting towards a mouse hole, but its speed was considerably slower than Tom's. As a result, Tom reached the vicinity of the mouse hole before the mouse did.

Standing next to the mouse hole, Tom flashed a wicked smile and used his fingers to pull the hole aside, creating a gap of several tens of centimeters. Unaware of this, Jerry continued charging towards his own home. However, due to his excessive speed, he crashed headfirst into the smooth wall. The impact caused him to be thrown back about ten centimeters.

After shaking his head and wobbling from side to side a few times, Jerry ended up sitting on the ground with golden stars indicating dizziness swirling around his head.

"Ahaha!" Tom reached out and grabbed Jerry, who fell right into his hand.

Laughing heartily, Tom, with his tongue hanging out like a dog, carried Jerry in one hand and rushed towards the exit, preparing to throw Jerry out of the house.

At this moment, Bai Song suddenly realized that this mouse had only appeared after her arrival. Recalling the mouse's awkward smile while standing upright earlier, he began to suspect that this mouse might be Jerry. Furthermore, this mouse had appeared right after he had performed the summoning ritual. Bai Song couldn't help but wonder if the summoning target wasn't an egg but something smaller that he didn't notice.

After realizing everything, White Song hastily shouted to Tom, "Wait, Tom!"

However... it was a bit too late to shout now. Tom, who was now holding Jerry, had already walked briskly to the front door, swung it open, and tossed Jerry into the air.

Then, Tom took aim and delivered a powerful kick, perfectly hitting Jerry in mid-air. "Bang!"

After kicking Jerry away, Tom placed a hand on his forehead and watched as Jerry descended. Jerry followed a perfectly executed parabolic arc, flying towards the outside and landing perfectly in the trash bin beside the door. This level of skill would probably make the national football team exclaim, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Satisfied with the outcome, Tom clapped his hands and returned inside, closing the door along the way. It was only at this moment that Tom vaguely remembered that White Song had called him earlier. He immediately went back to where Bai song was.

"Ah, well..." Seeing that Tom had discarded the mouse and returned, Bai Song slapped his forehead, realizing his carelessness.

Looking at Tom, who had a proud expression and was seeking praise, Bai Song absentmindedly ruffled his head, giving him an insincere encouragement. "Ah, well done, well done." She couldn't blame Tom for catching the mouse too quickly. If he lowered Tom's favorability by accident, Bai Song felt like he would explode right on the spot.

Now, all they could do was wait for the mouse that might be Jerry to return quickly and proceed with its next mischievous act.

Outside the house, Jerry, now with great effort, climbed from the bottom of the trash bin to its edge. Propping his head with his left elbow, his othis hand's fingers tapped the trash bin in a specific pattern, as he looked towards the house with a determined expression.

His first reconnaissance and foraging mission had failed!