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Wilhazelle recovered in two days. Her ankle, her body, and her mind were all monstrously resilient.
It was likely due to the relaxing environment and the fact that she was under the care of one of the best physicians in the Empire.
Lizelle was happily chatting with Casey, who came to play in their room.
“So, you sold it all?”
“It’s something I don’t need anymore. It was wrong to buy it out of greed in the first place.”
Wilhazelle answered with no regrets visible on her face.
Casey was curious about the status of the limited-edition handbags she’d previously purchased, so Lizelle told her about it.
“Ah. Still, you must have worked hard to get everything. Zelly, you’ve made a big decision.”
“Not really.”
Lizelle smiled and lifted the teacup to her mouth.
The Golden Wave tea that Chaser gave her the other day was more palatable than she expected, and even though her body aches were all gone, she was still drinking it often.
The longer she soaked it in warm water, the stronger the scent became, and after soaking it, she felt like her body was relieved of fatigue just with the fragrant scent alone.
“You’re Yui. You look like Lee. And Gui. Lastly, Non!”
Raphel was giving names to several colored beads that Casey had brought as a gift.
The four beads were each named Yui, Lee, Gui, and Non.
“Isn’t he so smart?”
Lizelle admired Raphel’s creativity and smiled happily. How did he come up with such names? She was so proud of everything he did.
“… Only Zelly would think that way?”
Casey shook her head as she looked at Lizelle.
A wind carrying the scent of autumn came through the open window where the two were sitting together.
The wind was quite chilly, which made them realize that winter was coming soon.
“It’s a bit chilly so it’s best to close the window for now.”
Lizelle got up to close the window. As she tried to pull the hook on the wide-open window.
“Aaaah!”
Suddenly, a white object jumped up and entered.
Lizelle was so surprised, she clutched her pounding heart.
She felt like her heart was all the way down at her feet.
“Meow!”
“Zelly, are you okay?”
While Raphel was frantically chasing the white object that entered the room, Casey went up to Lizelle.
“Oh, I was so shocked…”
Wilhazelle raised her trembling eyes and confirmed the identity of the thing that had surprised her.
“A cat?”
The white object was a cat with fluffy white fur.
She calmed her trembling heart and looked out the window.
She stuck her head out and looked down, the ground was far below them.
The mansion was so tall. After all, this place was 4 stories high, and a cat jumped that far?
No matter how good cats were at jumping, was that even possible?
“Meow!”
Raphel was running around on all fours, following the fleeing cat. It seemed like he was imitating the cat.
Children sometimes do things that no one can understand. Like right now.
Even though it would be much faster and easier to run on two feet, he was running on all fours, using his hands.
Even that was so cute that she wanted to keep watching him.
“Seeing that it was wearing a collar, I guess it lost its owner.
As Casey said, the cat had a collar around its neck with a small red jewel hanging from it.
The fact that the collar is there means that it had an owner somewhere. It seemed like someone in the mansion was raising a cat.
The cat, which seemed very alert, was running around the room avoiding being caught by Raphel.
“No. Meow, come here!”
The cat seemed to be annoyed by Raphel, so it jumped up onto the bed canopy and settled down.
“Hey, meow…”
When Raphelion saw the cat had climbed too high, he became very sullen and approached Lizelle.
“Lizelle… Meow, meow!”
“Yep. The meow has gone up.”
She stroked Raphel’s cheek with the back of her hand, reassuring him that it was okay.
‘I can’t just leave it here.’
Since they couldn’t force him to come down, the three decided to wait.
The cat was looking down at them from a high place and arrogantly licked its front paw.
“Nyaa.”
And within a few minutes, the cat came down from the canopy.
The white cat pricked up its ears and walked gracefully towards the three people. To be exact, it walked in front of Lizelle.
“Meow!”
Raphel was so excited that he tried to grab the cat, but Lizelle grabbed him and stopped him.
It would be difficult if the cat got startled and climbed up the canopy again.
Lizelle slowly looked at the cat with fur as white as the first snow, and discovered something interesting.
“Odd colored eyes.”
The cat’s eyes were different. Blue on the right, yellow on the left.
Lizelle stared at the cat, fascinated by its mysterious eye color.
“Nyaa.”
The cat stopped in front of Lizelle and immediately climbed onto her lap.
“Meow!”
Raphel was happy and clapped when he saw the cat sitting on Lizelle’s lap.
“Oh, I guess you like Zelly.”
Casey looked at the cat, who was yawning happily, with curious eyes.
Liesel was embarrassed by the cat that had suddenly taken up residence on her lap.
It bounced up neatly, as if it had reserved the seat all along.
“Can I touch him?”
Raphel looked at Lizelle with a pleading face. His little hands were wriggling, wanting to touch the cat.
“I don’t know if Meow will approve.”
Lizelle scratched her cheek in embarrassment as she looked at Raphel, whose lively eyes were sparkling.
Since it wasn’t her cat, she was worried that Raphel would get scratched if he tried to touch it.
“What the hell, let’s pet it!”
Casey immediately stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the soft-looking cat fur.
“Hssss!”
“Ahh!”
However, the cat seemed to have no intention of allowing it, so it raised its claws and scratched the back of Casey’s hand.
The very angry cat bared its teeth at Casey.
“Are you okay?”
Surprised, Lizelle looked at Casey, who was holding the back of her hand with a worried face.
The cat hissed with its teeth exposed and then lazily licked its front paw.
It acted like nothing had happened, extremely sly.
“I got a little scratch. Hehehe.”
Casey smiled innocently and answered like it was no big deal.
Lizelle was worried that the scratches on her hands would get infected, so she called Tia and asked her to bring disinfectant.
“Raphel, I guess Meow doesn’t like being touched.”
“Hmm. I’ll touch it and…”
“No. You could get hurt.”
Lizelle shook her head resolutely.
“Meow…”
Raphel became extremely glum and slumped his shoulders.
The cat’s temperament was not good.
Lizelle was raising her hands in an awkward posture, unable to touch or move the cat on her lap. She was in a strange predicament.
“What should we do? He gets angry when someone touches him, so I guess he’ll just have to stay with the Zelly.”
Casey had already been treated for the scratch and didn’t want to stand in front of the cat, so she stood behind Lizelle and spoke.
“I guess.”
The cat, whether or not it knew what they were saying, was rolling around on the dress Lizelle was wearing, without care.
There was a rustling sound as the long white fur rubbed against the dress.
The more she looked at it, the softer the fur seemed. The fur was so shiny that she wanted to touch it at least once.
“Nyaaa.”
The cat, which had been hissing just a moment ago, now seemed to be in a very good mood.
Lizelle looked at the cat and unconsciously lowered her hand to stroke its fur.
It looked so soft that she did it without even realizing it.
However, contrary to expectations, the cat felt Lizelle’s gentle touch and closed its eyes.
It was completely different from when he clawed at Casey.
“Wow! I guess it likes Zelly, as expected.”
Casey said with admiration.
Lizelle felt the soft fur in her hand.
The cat’s fur felt like touching a thin silk thread.
As she stroked it from head to tail, the long hair that had stood up was smoothed down neatly.
“Lizelle, me too!”
“Haaaaa!”
Raphel took advantage of this moment to reach out to the cat, but the cat hissed again and raised its claws, just like it did with Casey.
“Hey…”
When he was rejected again, Raphel sounded like he would burst into tears at any moment.
He really wanted to touch it, but the cat wouldn’t let him, so he seemed very sad.
“I guess it really will only let Zelly touch it?”
It was just as Casey said.
When Lizelle stopped petting, the cat grabbed Lizelle’s hand with its two cotton ball like paws and pulled her closer again. It seems like he wanted her to pet it more. It only allowed her touch.
At the insistence of the assertive cat, Lizelle stroked its fur again.
Then the cat made a purring sound, in a good mood.
I have a feeling that he is the spy