Chapter 45 Forgetting one's master and betraying one's principles, forcibly kissing the bewildered prince...
"allergy?"
Navelette sensed the emotion in the cat's tears and then observed his behavior.
"Mimi—"
The silver-gray cat quickly stopped crying, and its normally bright pupils, instead of being sharp, became round and bright, sparkling with excitement.
"...Although I did not give him a full physical examination, this reaction does not look like he is sick at all."
"Meow—"
Two large paws landed on Leosley's shoulders, and his furry white mouth lunged forward.
"......are you sure?"
Leosley leaned back in his chair, facing only the surging passion.
I feel...
Beep!
He received a kiss on the scar under his eye.
"......"
Leos used his hand to cover his eyes.
Something seems off.
Beep!
The hairy mouth hit his chin directly.
"......"
Leosley adjusted the curve of his wrist to cover his eyes and chin.
"Naviette, I'm serious, you pet cat—no, student cat—"
Beep beep beep!
His exposed cheeks were hit several more times.
"......"
Completely unstoppable! Leosley took the initiative, covering the cat's mouth with his hand and turning to the Water Dragon King, quickly and gentlemanly expressing his inner astonishment:
"Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I have heard it with my own ears that passionate cat lovers will kiss a cat's paws, belly, and even its mouth, nose and cheeks to express their love for the pet."
Navelette was shocked: "Is this really true?"
“.
There was a visibly noticeable pause, and Leosley continued with difficulty:
"What I mean is, passionate kissing is usually done unilaterally by humans to cats, and it's almost never the other way around—after all, cats are slow-to-warm-up and somewhat oblivious little creatures... But don't you think it's reversed now?"
"Yeah."
Navelette had never owned a cat, nor had she ever seen anyone own a cat, and no one had explained cat behavior to her, so she could only make random analyses:
"Lord Cat God has always been kind and tolerant to people. Perhaps he is just more enthusiastic towards you."
"...Really? But how can this situation be explained?"
"?"
"Look."
Leosley shows his hand covering the cat's mouth.
"!"
Navelite stared intently and noticed that between the human's well-proportioned and strong knuckles, four snow-white baby teeth had appeared out of nowhere.
Mainkuhn: "Snoring~"
Nibbling and nibbling—licking!
"......!"
The Water Dragon King doesn't understand cats, but he also has wild instincts.
A gentle nibble from a wild animal is clearly an expression of trust, intimacy, and even affection...?
Does he usually treat you like this?
Leosley, somewhat bewildered, raised his hand and let the cat nibble on it.
"This was my first time meeting him, and he was surprisingly enthusiastic."
No, although he was very affectionate, he never kissed or bit anyone.
"!" Could it be—
No way!
Villette's soft dragon horns at the back of her head rose in shock, while over there, Maine, with its severed tail, had become even more aggressive, its four claws spread wide, revealing its soft belly to Leosley—
A pose that Navelette knew all too well, and that was incredibly alluring.
"oh."
Leosley instinctively reached out:
Does this mean I can touch it?
With a jingling sound, the hand adorned with rings and chains reached towards the cat's belly.
"!etc!"
The image of several pairs of ripped gloves flashed through her mind, and Navelette immediately spoke up to stop her:
"This is a trap, you can't—"
...touch.
"Snoring~"
"What trap?"
Leosley sat upright in the chair with a puzzled look on his face, the cat on his lap being rolled and squeezed flat, its belly fur being ruffled.
"It feels good."
Leosley's comment:
"Now, finally it's me 'cuddling' the cat, not the other way around, right? ...Villet, what were you going to say just now?"
"......"
Navelette did not answer, but slowly closed her mouth, looking intently at the cat and the person in front of her.
Lord Cat God, you...
Why.
Why don't you bite?
They were both touching their bellies in the same way.
In fact, I've known you for a longer period of time than he has.
......
Why.
I was here first.
Navilette didn't dwell on it for long; the noisy commotion quickly interrupted his thoughts.
"Lady Funina, we are so late!"
"Alas, ignorance!"
A familiar voice, accompanied by whirlwind-like steps, burst into the banquet hall.
"The true deity is omnipresent, so how can there be any talk of being late?"
The white-haired goddess, her face full of arrogance and self-righteousness, surveyed the entire room with an air of haughtiness:
"Are you devoutly awaiting my arrival, my dear people—"
—Oh dear! A bunch of idiots! Why are you all just standing there waiting for me? Can't you be a little more flexible? Even gods are late sometimes! I'm so embarrassed!
"Huh?"
Leosley, sitting down, seemed extremely out of place among them:
"I thought this was just a regular meeting, but it turns out Lady Funina will be there too."
Wow! The new administrator of Mero Petersburg, the Duke who was recently awarded a medal, is a truly remarkable man!
Funina was so moved she wanted to cry, and skipped joyfully toward it:
"What? You're not welcoming me—Wow, Cat God!"
If a seated duke could greatly alleviate Funina's tension and discomfort at being late, then the cat god's sudden appearance in the banquet hall was an unexpected surprise.
For a moment, apart from this little...big guy, Funina had no interest in anything else.
"You're here like this—with your belly exposed, letting my subject touch you?"
A burning gaze shot from the god's heterochromatic eyes, and Funina couldn't wait to reach out and rub the cat's soft belly.
"Even if someone wants to be caressed, it should be me, a fellow deity, who does it..."
"Smack."
The large, silver-gray cat, without batting an eye, kicked her hand away with its hind paws.
"?"
Unconvinced, Funin switched hands to touch it—please! That's the Cat God's belly! I've never seen it before!
"Smack."
The other hand was kicked away with the same force.
"??"
Funina, who had never been rejected by the Cat God before, was stunned.
"Mimi—"
To her disbelief, the cat stretched out its paws and tightly hugged Leosley's hand, which was trying to pull away from its belly to make way for the god.
"Mmm~"
Continue~
The cat blinked at his brother in a friendly, slow manner.
Don't stop!
"......"
Fu Ningna slowly withdrew her hand.
Why?
Funina looked at her minister with resentment in her eyes.
"I was the one who... knew him first."
“.
Navelette stood silently beside the Duke, watching him with a chilling gaze.
"......Feel sorry?"
The downy hair beneath his palm was still soft, but Leosley didn't know whether he should continue.
"Could it be that he's a little allergic to important people today?"
Leosley had no idea what he was explaining to Furina.
The cat isn't even his.
Yes, gentlemen, although this cat immediately licked my eyes, kissed my face, and bit my hand, it really was our first time meeting...
Trust me.
"You bastard Leosley!"
Not many people believe it.
"As the new duke, he has absolutely no manners!"
The nobles who had accompanied the water god, seeing that Funina had failed to pet the cat, immediately jumped up with their eyes darting around as if they had received some kind of command.
He pointed to the bitten bread on the plate and the napkin with obvious signs of use and made a sarcastic remark.
"When I was three years old, I knew that bread should be cut into small pieces and eaten elegantly, and that one should never untangle the napkin that the waiter had carefully folded into a flower."
And what about you?
The focus shifted to Leosley, who looked utterly bewildered—he was simply using the opportunity to vent his frustrations.
"Not only did he break all these hidden rules, but he also brought along a clueless cripple! He's practically radiating the crudeness of a commoner..."
oh.
Leosley was getting a little bored.
"If talking like this can mend your fragile self-esteem, then you might as well..."
"Meow!"
No sooner had the Duke begun speaking than a 'clumsy, senseless beast' sprang up from his leg with a howl!
"???"
When Maine is suspended in mid-air, fully extending its body, which is over a meter long, it looks terrifying.
"!!!"
The upper body of the minor nobleman was immediately shrouded in a gray cloud.
"Aaaaaah—!"
Overly powerful arms, claws digging into clothes, and a slap to the face—the nobleman couldn't understand why a cat could be so strong.
Clap clap clap!
Wow, what fast hands!
After a moment of surprise, Leosley touched his face with a sigh.
"...I'm so glad he just wanted to kiss me instead of slapping me."
"Cat God!"
Navelette was the first to react, grabbing Maine and pulling him off the human:
"Sir, are you alright?"
The other person's face was already bright red; he must have been slapped dozens of times.
"Your Honor, Supreme Judge!"
He glared angrily at Leosley, who was trying not to laugh beside him:
"I beg you, execute this beast who slept with Xiren!"
"Feel sorry."
Navelette picked up the large cat with its severed tail and confirmed that there was no blood on its claws or teeth.
“I can’t do that.”
"Why!"
Humans are very dissatisfied:
"Does that mean the Duke's pet can attack others at will?!"
What do you mean by attacking others indiscriminately?
Before Navelette could speak, Funina retorted with her hands on her hips:
"This deity saw it all clearly! You were the one who provoked the Cat God first. Since the Cat God cannot communicate with you using words, He had no choice but to stroke your face with his soft paw pads to stop you from saying any more offensive things!"
"Lord God!"
The nobleman couldn't understand why Frynn would side with the Duke and speak up for the pet that had just offended her:
"I'm doing this for you—"
"So annoying! I hate mortals like you who presume to know the will of the gods. Stop dragging me into everything!"
Funina's face revealed undisguised disgust:
"In your heart, am I a god who doesn't even have this much tolerance?"
"......"
It seems impossible to get help from the gods.
But the nobleman did not give up his plans to target the duke, and he tried to force a polite smile.
“Lord Leosley, your pet has just offended the dignity of a nobleman.”
His smile was forced and insincere, radiating malice.
"According to the ancient rites of Fontainebleau, this beast should be skinned and deboned and given to the offended party in order to make up for the damaged glory."
"Feel sorry."
Leosley shrugged:
“I would never do that.”
"Why!"
Humans are subservient to gods who openly express their dislike, but they can righteously spew malice at dukes who haven't even had a chance to say anything.
Look, everyone!
He turned around, raised his hand, and shouted to everyone in the banquet:
"In the eyes of our new duke, the glory of a nobleman is not as important as a beast with a broken tail!"
The purpose of escalating the error to the nobility and deliberately exaggerating its severity was to incite all the nobles present to join him in attacking Leosley.
Think about it, my fellow countrymen!
Are we really going to tolerate a current civilian, a former criminal, walking among us and standing above us?
This tactic has always been effective.
"......"
But the nobleman couldn't understand why everyone was avoiding his gaze this time, and even chuckling softly.
"Leosley won't agree to you because he doesn't have the right."
After a long pause, Villette finally slipped her hand into Maine's fur collar, pulled out the small bow tie, and showed the nobleman the embroidery on the back—
Neuvillette
"This is my cat."
The Supreme Judge asked expressionlessly.
"Do you want me to skin him, remove his bones, and give him to you?"
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Author's note: Navelette: What, doesn't this look like my cat?
[Navilette exclaimed in shock: "Is this really true?"]
I laughed for five minutes after writing this sentence.
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