Bureau of Magical Statistics. The Source

Murders in Levensberg are rare. But when there are several at once, the city can no longer pretend that nothing is happening.
First, a librarian dies, then the former head of the magistrate’s bureau—and Alison, without intending to, finds herself drawn into the investigation.

She might have kept her distance from other people’s secrets, if not for one “but”: someone decided to hit her over the head, damage the books, and even attempt to harm architectural monuments.
Such things aren’t forgiven!

And what those scoundrels did in the mountains is a whole separate story.
The cats howled. All of them at once. In unison!

And if the cats don’t like something, then there will be no mercenaries from Dovern in the mountains. There are more decent people—already “catified”—and they will handle it. How do they usually call people to deeds of heroism?
It doesn’t matter. From the assignment you’ve been pulled into, you can’t escape—because the cats have paws, claws, a whole sea of fur, and disarming charm. Where are you, you person with the fish? The catlings are waiting for you very, very much!