Chapter 75: Sharing with God, Sorrow, Pain, and Anxiety...

"Change back..."

"You're so big, how am I supposed to communicate with you..."

Fryna felt that even within the Teyvat universe, the scene before her was nothing short of a dream.

Regaining its original form, the shrunken cat jumped onto the table, its bright golden eyes hesitantly examining itself before finally perking up its ears and slowly raising its light pink paws.

despair.

It was slapped onto the keycap.

So cute.

Fulina could tell that the little beast's expression was very serious at this moment, but its fluffy little face and round head made it impossible for the cat to have the solemnity of a teacher.

Only harmless cuteness.

Ta-da

[Information on the solution to the dissolution and destruction of the Fontaines]

Ah, suddenly she's not cute anymore.

etc.

"I thought you would question me about why I was pretending... to lie."

Funina leaned back in her chair, blinking with a mixture of surprise and weariness:

"It turns out you know far more than I thought, since most of my people thought the prophecy was just an interesting legend."

"You actually took it seriously and even tore off my mask because of it, which is unusual."

"..."

Mainkuen dared not say that this was information revealed by Fukalos in order to retain the Cardinal of Decree from his control.

"Instead of responding, you're licking your paws? It's too late to pretend nothing happened now."

"Meow!"

Give me!

Thinking that Funina was unwilling to cooperate, the cat hurriedly pulled back its ears and meowed threateningly at her.

But because of Maine's naturally soft voice, Furness could only find it comical.

"Showing you the information I've collected over the years isn't out of the question."

She reached under the desk and pulled out a hidden compartment.

"But are you really ready?"

Preparation? What preparation?

The cat immediately shut its mouth and stared intently at the paper in Funina's hand.

It's just checking intelligence, what preparations do I need to make?

*

Although it was very sad, it was also expected; what Fukalos said was indeed true.

In the Remurian era, the apparent pursuit of immortality by [unclear] has failed.

The cat turned the pages with its sharp claws, occasionally slapping the typewriter with a loud clatter.

[Did people attempt to save the world thousands of years ago?]

"Yes, I even sent intelligence agents to investigate those ruins."

Funina leaned back in her chair, quietly keeping him company and occasionally offering explanations.

"Before they could even take a few photos, they were all injured by the moving stone statues."

During the first flood season, many buildings in Fontaine were submerged, the land area shrank significantly, and a large number of people went missing, their fate unknown.

Tap tap tap!

[Did the flood already occur 500 years ago?]

"Yes, I was as clueless as a blank sheet of paper back then."

Funina recalled the days immediately following her birth:

"As soon as he took office, refugees began to pour into Fontaine."

“Sometimes when I walk down the street, wanting to see this country that belongs to me, there are always ragged children who rush up to me, hug my legs, and ask me questions.”

"Gods, oh gods, when will you come to save my homeland?"

"......"

The claw that wanted to continue asking questions suddenly stopped.

Ta-da

[You are just a human being.]

The cat tried to comfort it.

[If I can't do it, I just can't...]

Rip! Before he could finish typing, he saw Funina snatch the paper away, tear it to shreds, and throw it into the fire.

"Stop!"

The girl, who had been resting quietly, suddenly erupted: "I'm warning you, you're not allowed to type those two words again!"

[I'm so sorry!]

The cat was so frightened it almost jumped up:

I will never type the word "human" again.

Tear—

"You're still hitting me! You haven't stopped!"

After Funina sat back down in her chair, panting, Mainkun was finally able to continue nervously flipping through the intelligence.

[Rene, unlike Remuria, chose to abandon his physical body to preserve his spirit... Why isn't there any information about his whereabouts in the intelligence reports?]

"He's missing, and my men can't find him."

[Transplanting human consciousness into machines—this is... Alan Giordan's idea; there are many blueprints, and it seems highly feasible.]

"Since him, the Academy of Sciences has never produced such a brilliant genius again, and there is no way that such a genius could ever be reproduced."

[Developing diving facilities in an attempt to build an underwater city...]

"The national treasury has been emptied, but there has been no improvement."

[Oh, the Academy of Sciences' latest project to elevate Fontainebleau into a sky city is underway.]

"Sounds romantic, doesn't it?" Funina liked it a little.

"Mimi".

It doesn't seem reliable; I'm afraid I'll fall and die.

With so many plans to save the world, why are they all either hiding or trying to transform humanity? Upon closer inspection, they're all just escapism.

Isn't there anything more straightforward?

The cat grumbled inwardly, reaching out its paw to turn the page.

Huh? It's empty. I've already finished reading this one.

“Mmm.” Funingna.

The cat sat on the table, looking back and patting the book, its back turned to the divine revelation.

"Mmm." What's the next one? Bring it here quickly, I want to read more.

"What are you trying to get from me by meowing here? Hmm?"

The girl was wicked; she pretended to be ignorant, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him, "Even gods can't understand cat language."

[Of course, it's the salvation plan]

The cat, thinking she genuinely didn't understand, blankly dragged the typewriter back over.

[You've shown me so many failed examples, it's time for the successes!]

"......"

The girl made no move, nor did she show any intention of opening any other hidden compartments.

Funina? Hurry up.

The cat wagged its short, rabbit-like tail, urging her on.

If you're hungry, you can give me all the information first, then go eat. I'll watch it obediently and promise not to cause trouble.

"Ha ha."

She suddenly smiled, but the smile was not gentle; it was mischievous, like a naughty child who had successfully pulled off a prank.

"That's all."

"?"

The silver-gray cat tilted its head toward her, its tail frozen in confusion.

"No. There isn't any left."

Afraid the cat wouldn't understand, she deliberately repeated each word:

"These are my useless struggles over the past five hundred years. I've shown you the important things; the rest is rubbish."

What?

But I only read one book. Although it was very thick, it was indeed only one book, and there were many formulas in it that I didn't understand and had to skip.

"That's all. Over the years, no matter how hard we've tried, neither I nor any of the warriors of Fontaine have found any way to save Fontaine. There's absolutely no possibility of it."

Funina touched the cat's ears with her cold gloves, a malicious pleasure mixed with despair and helplessness, as she poured out the pain that had plagued her for years to the dazed cat.

"I can't save her. Perhaps Fontaine is destined to be destroyed because of my incompetence."

"......!"

Almost immediately, the half-demon suddenly trembled violently, his body convulsing and contorting.

"Why that expression? Can't you accept the truth? I made you prepare for nothing."

With an almost detached, numb gaze, she ruthlessly observed the small, arched, bristling beast for a while.

“The people of Fontainebleau are born burdened with unforgivable sins. Because of this sin... Stop typing. I don’t know what sins a baby could commit. In any case, one day, all sinners will be swallowed up by the ever-rising sea level, leaving only the water god weeping on his throne.”

Funina knew that her emotions were not right and that it would be best to remain quiet, but she simply couldn't control her mouth—these were words she had nowhere to say and no one to hear, but now they had!

"Captain Luca, owner of the Debord Hotel's Vanagum, owner of the café Arué, the newcomer Clarinde, Duke Leosley, Caron of the watch shop... everyone will disappear, without a trace..."

"Aww!"

The cat kicked over the typewriter, shrank to the corner of the table, turned its head and stuck out its tongue, licking its clean, unwashable fur haphazardly.

"But what does the destruction of humanity have to do with you—a non-human being?"

Even Fulina herself felt ashamed to admit it, but amidst the cat's chaotic behavior, she seemed to derive an indescribable sense of comfort.

It's like looking to either side when you're about to be executed by firing squad, and being surprised to find that you're not the only one who's going to die!

"Among cats, the Maine Coon is considered a water-friendly breed, and it just so happens that it is insoluble in water. In any case, your life must be saved."

"Aww!"

Clearly not comforted, the cat went berserk and gnawed at the bookshelf a few times before immediately standing on its hind legs and rubbing its neck and back against the corner of the table.

Clumps of fluff got caught in the seams, easily fell off, and hung on it as decoration.

...Hmm?

My dazed state of mind suddenly snapped back to reality.

My cat has been shedding a lot lately.

Funina suddenly remembered that she and Navelette had changed into countless dresses recently.

It was a bitterly cold winter day.

What are some of the reasons that cause cats to shed?

"......"

Intense anxiety, extreme unease.

What? This is insane! What am I doing?

"Cat God, hahaha... You only found out about this a few days ago, and your fur has already fallen out like this."

Unable to suppress a soft chuckle, Funina lowered her eyebrows and smiled as she extended her stiff arm toward the cat.

"Come here, senior, let me teach you the secret to never losing your hair for five hundred years."

She took the trembling Maine into her arms, lifted her feet off the ground, and curled up inelegantly in the chair.

"La, la~"

The cat was too big, and it was cramped and heavy to hold in her arms, but Funina felt the warmth in her arms and hummed a light lullaby without caring.

You're doomed.

Now that you know everything, you're doomed.

She rubbed the cat's ears as she sang.

From now on, you will never be able to enjoy a full night's sleep again.

In every quiet night, the deep sea will fill your body, and you will wake up convulsing with a feeling of suffocation.

Because of repeated failures, your taste buds will be burned and burned, and with a mouth full of bitterness, you will kneel down and pray again and again, prostrating yourself on the ground, begging for the arrival of a path of salvation that may or may not exist.

Just like me.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Funina intimately shielded the cowering half-demon with her body, just as the giant beast had previously encircled her.

"I swear on my life that day will never come."

Her vows were firm, her embrace unwavering; she seemed to have forgotten that she was merely a fragile human being.

"Lady Funina, it's almost afternoon."

The waiter knocked on the door again, urging her god to come and have a meal.

"I'm here."

This time it went smoothly. Funina walked out of the study with a familiar smile on her face.

No, it's not light and easy.

"Oh, sir, what you're holding is... a cat?"

Wow, that's rare! Is this your first time meeting the Cat God?

Funina grinned as she showed her the listless beast in her arms:

"Could you please prepare some food for my cat on my dining table? He hasn't eaten breakfast and is starving."

"OK."

The waiter smiled kindly and said, "I'll also prepare a high chair so you can dine with your pet."

"Thank you, Anna, but he's not my pet."

"Huh? What's that?"

"yes..."

Fu Ningna heard that some murderers, after killing and burying the body, would also kill a large dog and place it on top of the corpse as a cover.

Fulina felt that it was cruel to the dogs, but quite kind to the victims who had already died.

"Why do you say that?" Navelette once asked her, puzzled.

"Because, if I were the victim."

Funina responded with a smile:

"Having a dog accompany me on the journey to the underworld! Just thinking about it makes me not scared at all!"

"...You're talking nonsense again."

"Lady Furina? Why are you silent? Isn't it your pet?"

"No, Cat God is my favorite colleague."

The girl, whose appearance hadn't changed in a hundred years, snapped out of her daze and happily held up the cat for her to see.

"My colleague is a big dog!"

"Haha, the adult is joking again."

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