"Huh, a cat that can talk?"
Elsa looked down in surprise, holding the little black cat in her hands.
"Of course! Haven't you seen a second-order elf cat like me before?"
Cat Boss proudly lifted its head as it spoke.
"..."
Lanci leaned on the door frame with one hand, just looking at it with pity, not saying a word.
That gentle gaze seemed to tell it—
You're really embarrassing yourself.
"Meow meow, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
Cat Boss curled into a black ball, whimpering with full resentment.
Cats are good, people are bad!
"Elsa, is there anything else you want to say?"
Lanci looked at Elsa's face and asked gently.
Ever since he first met Elsa, he felt she had a hesitant demeanor.
"Brother, I heard you've become quite involved with the Empire's Special Operations Department and have become their honorary advisor, even catching Duke Dex's favorable attention. Is that true?"
