Konrad's appearance didn't disturb the cat which purred on Jasmine's lap while royally ignoring him.
"Where did you get that thing?"
Konrad asked with glaring displeasure.
"It's a gift from the holy consort."
Jasmine replied while passing her hand through the cat's fur. Konrad's attention had been fully captured by the cat's presence. And as he stared at it, his face contorted into strange grimaces.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Dispose of it. I hate cats."
Even the cat seemed alarmed by Konrad's words, full of grievances, its large eyes turned toward him pleading mercy.
"Don't think that you can soften me with your cat eyes. If she doesn't get rid of you, tonight I'm making cat soup! Let's see who dares stop me!"
It was the first time Jasmine had seen Konrad so quickly lose his composure. And the culprit even turned out to be an innocent cat? How could this be?
"This is a gift from the holy consort. How can I dispose of it? To say nothing of the fact I don't want to."
