Chapter 58 Both humans and gods are welcome; let the sobbing and wailing not be suppressed…
Speaking of which...
'Furyn's followers are terrified because the lynx is accusing her and even questioning her divine status. This is all my responsibility; I should make amends.'
That's why I deliberately enlarged my form and disguised myself as a water god to help Funina out of trouble.
So, why now...
The half-demon, pressed down on his back, and Maine, his neck tightly bound, blinked slowly in bewilderment, looking at the god of justice in the way a cat usually does to show goodwill.
Why now?
Funinna smelled even more uneasy.
*
"Hahahaha! You foolish little thing!"
His arrogant and confident laughter sounded the same as usual.
"The more you know, the easier it is to die—don't you know this universally acknowledged truth of human society?"
"Meow—"
"That's true."
Is that an artery or a trachea sliding under her palm? Funina didn't know anything about cat anatomy; she just felt nauseous.
"Think about Villette's attitude towards you carefully—it's more like he's teaching an ignorant, foolish student than raising a pet—how infuriating! I thought it was his belated childlike innocence!"
hiss--
When pinched too hard, the cat emitted a soft buzzing sound from its throat.
This was the first time Fulina had ever seen the Cat God with his ears tucked behind his head.
...
So pitiful.
It's not impressive at all anymore.
No! Stop thinking!
Biting her tongue hard, Funina pressed on:
"Ah, ah, how long have you been enlightened? When did you discover—this?"
When did you realize that 'I am not a god'?
And how was it discovered? Was it a special ability? Or just the instinct of a wild beast? Either way, it's very dangerous!
"Have you told anyone about this? Vilette, or that Leosley you seem to like? Sedna? Melusin? Seagull? The pet dogs on both sides of the road?"
Ha, what am I saying?
Cat God probably can't speak human language—even if he meows and spreads the message throughout Teyvat, what difference does it make? Nobody can understand animal language.
"Have you told them about this? Have you? Answer me!"
No, Funina, you can't leak any information.
Compared to the weight of Fontainebleau as a whole, the life or death of an animal is insignificant.
"Ugh..." The half-demon's eyes were glazed over.
"No, that's good."
The white-haired girl suddenly pressed down, trying to channel all her strength into her wrists and press them against the cat's neck.
"Don't be afraid."
Like a shepherd embracing a lost sheep, like the tide gently caressing the beach.
Merciful God, she comforts the creature in her palm:
"Be good, I'll be quick."
"......"
[Is this a death sentence handed down by the god of justice, a sentence that belongs to me? Not necessarily.]
The large, silver-gray cat allowed the girl to sit on its torso, her knees resting on either side.
In his vision, blurred by lack of oxygen, Mainkun vaguely remembered something.
[When I wanted to smother Fimi's father with a pillow.]
[They're using the same posture.]
This posture is good; when a person's waist is in a seated position, the range of motion is very small.
Buzz—
A violent ringing in his ears filled the air, and Mainkuen felt as if his head had been pushed back into the bathtub of the fireplace house.
[Why didn't I kill him back then?]
[Yes, Amélie stopped me. She didn't want me to kill anyone. Killing is bad, it's a terrible thing.]
The cat strained to tilt its furry head back, trying to see the eyes of the god.
The curvature is the same as when you wake up on the sofa and look up at someone.
"Ugh—"
[...Should I stop Furness from doing bad things?]
Mainkun couldn't see Funina's eyes even when he looked up; she was too small. Even as a large cat, she was too small compared to a human. His vision was completely blocked by the magnificent robes on the goddess's chest.
Apart from Funina's unchanging, ever-upturned lips, I saw nothing else.
[It seems unnecessary.]
[I'm not human, so even if I were to kill him, it wouldn't be a big deal, right? It shouldn't be illegal.]
[...]
[Has she thought about how she'll get down later? It's so high up here.]
The base of my tongue began to swell, my neck went numb, blood hummed in my cochlea, and death whispered in its sleep:
"Seeds of strife, outcasts of the world, untamed beasts."
"May you rest in peace here, so that many killings may be averted."
"Damn it, damn it!"
But two large, cold drops suddenly splattered into the big cat's fur.
"Damn it—"
Fu Ningna's lips were still upturned, giving her a perfect and confident look.
"Why don't you grab me, kick me, or bite me? Why don't you turn into a big cat and fight back?"
But tears were falling, drop by drop, from her teardrop-shaped heterochromatic pupils.
"If you resist even slightly, if you hurt me even a little—"
The hand gripping Maine's neck suddenly loosened.
"I wouldn't go that far—"
Funina bent down and hugged the unresisting cat tightly, using her fingers to comb and smooth its tangled neck fur.
"I just can't bring myself to do it."
Tears streamed down her smiling face, but she didn't utter a single sob.
Only the water droplets that fell down her cheeks onto the half-demon silently proclaimed her defeat.
[Whoosh—]
The air felt refreshing as it rushed into my lungs.
[Friend, I have no reason to resist.]
Mainkuhn panted like a puppy, his tongue lolling out in Furnessa's arms.
[After all, aside from fear, anxiety, and sadness, I experienced it all from beginning to end.]
[I didn't sense even a trace of killing intent from you.]
*
"What should we do? What should we do?"
Funina hugged the cat, trembling, her lips always turned up in a smile.
A very standard smile, like a pre-programmed gear mechanism.
"What if everyone gets flooded because of this?"
If one side of the scale holds the lives of the people of Fontainebleau, and the other side holds me, then sacrificing the latter would be a matter of no hesitation.
But, but now—
"Cat God is an idiot."
With an excessive amount of water, her tear ducts were completely out of control. Funina calmly felt the coolness on her face and complained with a smile.
"It's all your fault, you've made me so sad."
"Meow?"
The cat's eyes were round, and the lynx's fur was sticking up, making it look somewhat bewildered.
"Idiot, idiot, an idiot who knows nothing."
Seeing the cat's bewildered face, the god's tears flowed even more fiercely, and panic and anxiety accumulated in the air like falling snow.
"Who asked you to meddle... Now that you know such important information, couldn't you have kept it a secret? Who flaunts this in front of the person in charge..."
What if Fontainebleau is destroyed because of this? What if everyone else is dissolved because of this?
These problems came one after another, pressing down on the damp, white sponge, making it hard for the Maine Coon cat inside to breathe.
"Mimi—"
So the cat struggled and twisted its fluffy body, placing its paws on Sponge's cheek.
"Don't scratch my face, Cat God."
The trickle of seawater squeezed out by the pressure quickly soaked between the cat's toes.
"Otherwise, I really don't know how to explain to the public why the defense of a god's skin is so low."
“.
Mainkun silently lifted his paw pad, pulled down the corner of the human's mouth, and forced a crying face.
"Don't do that, it's ugly, and people will lose confidence if they see it."
With tears streaming down her face, Funina reached out to pat the cat's paw.
"Mimi".
The cat didn't move, but just looked at her with its wild and cold beastly eyes under the sun.
Alas, Funina, a bitter person, a tough person, a timid person.
Why do you think I brought you to the highest point in Fontainebleau?
"What's wrong? Are you getting revenge for what I did to you? I'm so sorry..."
We can't understand each other's languages.
The cat thought for a moment, then suddenly lifted a piece of the roof and pulled out some small, oddly shaped things from the crack.
A glittering shard of glass, a silent dumbbell, a few purple-gold bird feathers, wooden planks scratched all over, and even a few bags of cat treats.
"Oh, so this was your secret base?"
Funina smiled as she picked up the cat treat, tears streaming down her face.
"Didn't I buy this for you? No wonder there were fewer and fewer of them even though I hadn't fed them; turns out you were hiding them here..."
"Mimi".
The cat picked up a half-face mask from the scraps and returned to her.
"...Do you want me to take it with me?"
Yes, yes.
"Mimi".
You're someone who feels insecure when your true self is revealed.
"I really can't do anything with you. As a forgiving god, I'll reluctantly agree... This seems a bit like something from the Fatui sect..."
Funina covered her overly obvious tearful eyes with a mask.
Almost the next second, she felt a pair of soft, fleshy pads pulling down the corners of her mouth again.
"Mimi".
[No more worrying about being seen.]
Is it a hallucination? Funina thinks she heard a cat talking.
[It's very high up here, there's no one around, and you're wearing a mask that conceals your features.]
so.
"Mimi".
Cry.
Stop tolerating it.
I don't understand why you're always panicking, always sad, and still insist on presumptuously playing the role of a god. You're so stubborn and inflexible; I just can't comprehend it.
But I really hate it when someone tries to hold back their tears in front of me.
"......"
After a few minutes of stalemate, the human's lips stopped resisting and slowly slid down following the cat's force.
"Mimi".
Don't be afraid.
The cat gently coaxed her.
Water God, Water God, there's no one here.
So, there's no need to perform anymore.
It's okay to cry.
"......"
"Ouch,"
"Waaaaah—!"
The cries of the gods echoed over Fontainebleau.
Not a single human being heard it.
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