I could find a way to sneak out to find the passage. I will find time, right? Oh gosh . . . it was moments like this I miss my mother's encouraging motivational speeches of how capable I was most.
I would not go into details about how I tried to refuse the offer so I would be able to focus on my mission in this world which in case you don't know was to leave but I tried and I got rejected firmly by the old man with the raspy voice so I must go.
In order to make this more understandable, I will make the first world I left the first state and the other worlds my cat told me about earlier which I did not go into details with you, the second and third.
At this point, I am presently in the capital after skipping the second and third thanks to the effort my father put into begging the king but from what my father told me, I would be forced to leave the capital and go back to the second world I was grateful to have escaped.
I returned to my room after listening to the details the old man 'fed' me with. I understood that I was sent to oversee a mine and clean up the mess my brother had done in that state.
Please what could be any worse than that? I fell on my bed and glanced at my cat's basket where she seemed to be still sleeping.
I have always suspected that mental stress could also make you physically stressed and I confirmed it all as I took a minute trying to stand up from the bed I just laid on after returning from 'my father's' study.
I walked to the basket where my cat laid in still. I got scared that she was not in a very good condition. I touched her head with a slight worried pout.
"Catty?" I asked since I only knew her as my cat. I didn't even know her name, imagine. Should I use honorifics? After all she was older.
She opened her eyes making me sneer. I tapped her head with my finger when I realized she was playing her pretentious role perfectly to the point that she actually fell asleep.
She looked at me like she was warning me to stay off. I continued tapping her head. "You betr— Ahhh!"
That must have been a punishment for me being too petty even to an older person because I really could not find myself getting angry at her.
I looked down at my hand that she hit with her pawn. I checked the fair skin for any injury so that I could blame her for getting me injured but I could not find any which was both disappointing and pleasing to me.
I thought cats, domesticated cats like my cat should be docile and gentle but she really hit my hand as hard as she could with that small paw.
I imagined what would have happened if she had attacked me in her bigger size. The thought of it really took my breath away. Not in the good way but in the way that you feel like your life has literally ended.
"You are really . . ." I said in the language of my home land like I have not done since I arrived.
Now, that's right! I must have said it earlier or perhaps I forgot but we don't speak mother's tongue here.
I don't blame my English teacher for telling us once that English was a universal language because in world English was the only language I have been opportune to hear.
That must be weird, right? But that is not what matters now because the pain that I felt from my cat's attack made my speak my language.
"You are cruel," I continued in the 'universal' language when she gave me a puzzled look.
She suddenly stood up and jumped out of the basket making me jump back and moved away from her in case my cat has lost her mind.
"Sit down, we must discuss something serious," she suddenly told me firmly.
I sat down on the bed and watched her sit on the floor with her fore-body erect. She was in a larger size like almost double the size of a large bulldog which was about the size of the cat in my 'father's' office.
I swallowed as I clamped my hands in between my legs. I went to her bed to discuss something serious with her but I ended up being the person who will get seriously spoken to. I hated such reversed roles.
"Master," she called.
It took me a lot of mental strength to hold back from scoffing because how could she call me that when she had me sitting down before her feeling like the prey of an extraordinarily large wild cat, a lion.
She was just about the size of a lion she would have looked like a jungle king except that she did not a mane.
"Master," she called again.
Am I the only person who thinks this so absurd? Perhaps you must be saying that I should simply answer or thinking about how unnecessarily petty I was, right?
Ahhh! I don't want to answer her but I have to leave this position that reduced my charm to probably the least level.
I cleared my throat and straightened my back before folding my arms over my chest. "Speak, your master listens," I said.
I swear that I thought that was going to sound cooler than it did and it was embarrassing. I cleared my throat and shrugged while trying to meet her gaze without fumbling.
"Master, you must not speak any language from earth or you will get caught and killed as an error in the system of this world," she said very seriously.
It was that moment that I unfolded my arms and got down from the bed. I sat down on the soft rug and looked at my cat seriously focused.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked in confusion.