Chapter 105 First Encounter with Seno: Don't Give It to Those Who Are Afraid of Others...

[Ahhh! Ahhh!! Brother!]

Just like a child who is terrified will call for their mother, Mainkun will call for his brother when he is terrified.

Even though it was futile, the word "brother" at least provided a sliver of hope amidst the boundless fear—after all, how many orphans in the world don't even have a name to call upon?

The panic inside the house wasn't just felt by the cat.

"Wait! Classmate! No, Wang!"

Bashuna's voice trembled with extreme shock; even someone as intelligent as him was completely unable to comprehend the scene before him.

Why are you spinning on the ceiling?

He watched helplessly as the once majestic and terrifying tyrant leaped onto the chandelier like a frightened monkey, hanging pathetically from the swaying lampstand.

"Do we need to perform a mysterious ritual before the fight starts?...Wife, save me, waaaaah!"

The desperate cry had barely escaped his lips when it turned into a muffled thud. The young tyrant's figure plummeted straight down, crashing onto the desk below—he was too panicked, and his claws failed to grasp the slender lamppost.

"You...you...??"

The scholar was dumbfounded. He felt that something was wrong, just like when he saw his student submit a paper with a zero plagiarism rate but brilliant content.

"What's wrong with you? Are you avoiding me? You've gone too far!"

"!"

Mainkun turned around and made eye contact with the cockroach.

"..."

He decisively turned his head, crawled, jumped, and sprinted forward with all his might, bang!

After a dull thud that made Bashu's teeth ache, he watched as the other person crashed headfirst into the hard corner encased in jade. The enormous recoil caused his body to drift and fall heavily to the ground.

Based on his analysis of the movement trajectory, he deduced that the other party seemed to be trying to crawl under the cabinet at the end.

But it doesn't matter where he initially wanted to go.

Bashuna stared blankly under the bed and saw deep red blood spreading on the carpet. Mainkuen lay face down on the carpet, motionless.

Because he has lost the ability to move.

"Are you...are you dead?"

Bashuna stared at the blood-stained face and asked.

"..."

The other person remained silent.

"..."

No way! What kind of situation is this?!

I thought I was there to get beaten up, but the other person ended up killing themselves by running their head overboard!

Bashuna, no longer caring about being bound, rolled off the ground, quickly found a sharp edge to grind off the ropes, and then, with trepidation, reached out to check the young king's breathing.

Ah, he's not dead, that's good.

...

No way! What's so good about it? He'd be better if he were dead!

While Bashuna frantically tried to stop the bleeding from Mainkuen's head wound with a soft cloth, his mind wandered.

A golden opportunity... Should I finish them off in this situation...?

Before he could figure it out, a soft knock sounded on the door.

"king?"

It was a group of thirty people, and they tentatively began to speak.

"What happened?"

"Forehead…"

Should we open the door?

Bashuna's heart pounded. He hesitated and turned back to look at the unconscious young tyrant, whose eyelids were still pale with terror.

If you open the door, he'll be shot to death immediately.

The scholar did not know where his inexplicable compassion came from. He did not consider himself a ruthless and decisive tyrant, but he was certainly not a saint who repays evil with good.

But today, tonight, everything I discover today, I run away from it all, clumsily crashing my head against the wall until I'm bleeding...

Bashuna looked at the boy whose body was bent over in pain.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't match the image of the cruel and ruthless tyrant in the rumors.

"king?"

"..."

Bashuna took a deep breath and forced himself to mimic an extremely soft and slow voice.

"roll."

Yes, it is hard to believe, but the new ruler of Sumeru used this gentle voice to curse.

"...This subordinate takes his leave."

A soldier's respectful voice came through, carrying a hint of relief.

"call."

Bashuna also felt relieved. He relaxed and lowered his ears, searching the room for a clean new cloth to wipe the blood off Mainkuen's head.

"I really don't know if what I did was right or wrong..."

He was relaxing when he heard the door lock open and a child's innocent voice ask, "What's right and wrong?"

It was Nasita, wearing a nightcap, rubbing her eyes, her voice childlike and sleepy:

"Void display: Your thought process from ten minutes ago had a ten-second abnormal blank. What happened...? Huh? I remember you were... the daytime Bashuna?"

"Lord Kami...?"

Bashuna was taken aback. He never expected that the gods and the new king seemed to have a good relationship, even to the point of caring for each other.

But then, he rubbed the blood off his hands, thought of the new king behind him, his head bleeding, and then looked at the god who had suddenly appeared.

"...Let me explain!"

The green-haired, fox-eared scholar raised his hands in a terrified surrender gesture:

"I didn't hit him! You might not believe it, but the scene looked horrific, with blood everywhere—"

"But he really did crash into it himself!"

In a secluded room, two people, one lying down and one standing, both with blunt force trauma to their heads.

Bashuna had little hope of clearing himself of suspicion.

But Nasita blinked, looking confused, and asked:

"What are you talking about? You're the only one in this house."

"Huh? What?"

Bashuna instinctively turned around to look:

"Isn't he just lying there...?!"

The spot where the boy had been lying was now empty, leaving only a pool of thick blood.

"What's going on? Where are they? There's only one door here!"

Nasita's gaze swept past the bloodstains on the ground, and then past the window that was only slightly ajar.

"This gap isn't big enough for him to get in and out... Lady Nasita, what are you looking for?"

Nasida pulled out the Void Terminal that had been tossed under the cabinet, and examined the blood on it in her palm.

"I see... You were so scared that you secretly ran away, not even caring about your wounds, and you forgot your things too..."

"Lord Nasida?"

Bashu flicked his tail, seemingly testing the waters:

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by being afraid or not?"

"No, it's nothing."

Nasita gave a gentle smile, but Bashuna always felt that there was helplessness and sigh in that smile.

"Speaking of which, what are you doing here... in the palace? Are you here to get revenge for what happened during the day?"

"How could I dare! I'm just a little fox. I run away as soon as I see people. I have no intention of harming anyone..."

"What's this?"

Amidst the scholars' vehement defense, Nasita found a card with the scent of roses in the corner. Judging from the half-footprint on it, it must have been kicked off the table by the tyrant in his panic.

She opened it and found it filled with awkward polite phrases and veiled suggestive language:

King Wang, having surveyed Mount Sumeru alone, made a special visit to the elder of the Shenglun school, Pashina, a man with unusual animal ears, abundant hair, a lustrous tail, and teeth arranged like a bright moon woven from shells.

I now present this to the king to comfort his hard work. If it may be bathed in the light of heaven, it will truly enhance the splendor of the Imperial Archives.

Please accept this with a smile, and I earnestly hope you will not refuse.

The devout servant Apd bowed his head.

Naxi Da: "..."

ah?

This...this is pushing the boundaries of my understanding of human nature. How can someone treat a scholar as...as a pervert!

The fox-eared scholar continued to lament and complain, completely unaware of the persecution he was suffering.

"I really don't know what happened. What did I do to offend Apd that he would frame me like this? He drugged me and threw me into the Dragon Pool and Tiger Cave. He must have wanted me to be mistaken for an assassin! Luckily, Wang Jinye, uh, is in a special state? Otherwise, I would be beheaded right now... Lady Nasita, what are you looking at? May I see?"

"cannot!"

Unusually displaying a strong attitude, Nasita quickly hid the note. "If nothing's wrong, you can go home. Regarding the fright you suffered and, well, this undeserved misfortune, appropriate compensation and emotional support will be arranged tomorrow."

"besides…"

She looked at the mess in the room, the horrifying claw marks, and the uneven creases on the bed.

"I think I understand how terrified he was..."

Giving a gift to someone who's afraid of people, Apd, is hardly a gift-giving gesture.

You're throwing your life away.

well.

Is there really so much folly in Mount Sumeru?

"Where did they go? Are you alright...?"

*

While Bashuna was looking for something, Mainkun transformed into a cat and ran out the window.

He was actually only unconscious for ten seconds.

But Bashuna kept circling around him, patting his shoulder and calling to him, which really terrified the cat, so he forced himself to stay still and play dead until the man-eating bear left.

[Waaaaah…]

The cat thought listlessly.

[This is terrifying! I should have transformed into this form sooner; if I keep going like this, I'll inevitably reveal my weakness sooner or later...]

[Or perhaps we could improve the potion to make it take longer to take effect?]

The humid rainforest finally found some coolness at night, but it was still not enough for the hairy creature. Mainkuen found a cool spot, spread out its four paws, and squinted its eyes to listen to the unfamiliar music in the air.

The malice directed at the new king seeped into his body, omnipresent throughout Mount Sumeru.

Mainkuhn's worries about not being able to return home lessened considerably.

[I know I won't be able to keep my promise to my brother. I'm so sorry for not keeping my promise, but it's for saving his future, so I can forgive myself a little.]

[Fimini and the others... must be really scared, I suddenly disappeared for a week, but they're all independent kids, they'll be fine without me.]

[Furina, I hope she has more plays to perform in these next few days. Once she's busy, she'll naturally forget about this little thing, and also forget her anxiety and fear.]

[Navia... Ha, anyway, I'm not in Fontainebleau anymore! How else can you ruin my plans?]

The cat wagged its little tail smugly, feeling so happy it was dizzy.

[Navigette.]

In the midst of chaos, he remembered his gentleman, whose hair was as white as snow.

The judge's shoulders were as upright as scales, and the word "justice" seemed to be etched in his image.

"Following the rules is a prerequisite for happiness."

"Your Majesty, I wish you happiness."

"So, let me be your teacher in this world."

Whenever he thinks of these loving words, Mainkuhn can't help but spread his four paws, wanting to stomp on something soft to vent his frustration.

But, teacher.

Sometimes, this joy is mixed with some sorrow.

[I'm not good at it at all, and it seems like I'll never get better.]

Will you expel me from your sect?

[...]

The cat is so dizzy, it can't understand.

In his daze, he seemed to see a white-haired boy carrying a gun walk past him, turning back to look at him as he went.

[Getting home so late? You must be really dedicated to your training.]

[This is not good. You should enjoy your short but precious childhood.]

Mainkuhn sighed a few times, then saw the child suddenly turn around and walk over barefoot.

"..."

He stood there watching for a while, then silently reached out to the cat.

[oh. ]

Mainkuhn twitched his ear playfully.

[Look at this kid's serious face. Turns out he's just an ordinary kid who can't resist a cat's charm. Alright, a kid deserves some special treatment.]

Maine turned over modestly, generously exposing her soft, white belly.

[I'll just show you, but you're not allowed to touch it.]

"..."

The little devil paused for a moment, didn't touch it, but decisively reached out and grabbed its two front paws, lifting them up.

[...? So you like the one with the paw pads?]

Mainkuhn was puzzled, but then he felt the other person's other hand sliding down the fur collar, all the way to the back of his neck.

[？]

His vision suddenly reversed, and Maine was grabbed by the neck, quickly spun half a circle, and was now lying face down on the ground.

[？]

The cat looked completely bewildered as someone grabbed its head and examined the red shadow on its head.

"hiss."

Sino gasped.

"You've been beaten up like this, and you're still not scratching him?"