I Became a Cat That Sleeps with an Obsessive Tyrant Every Night - Chapter 33

In the blink of an eye, my field of vision expanded, my mind spun, and my breath hitched at the edge of my throat.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw nothing but human legs in front of me.

Caught in a sense of disbelief, I slowly lifted my head.

“Ha…”

With a sigh, Baron’s shoulders slumped, and Killian swiftly swept me into his arms.

“Meow?”

A sound I didn’t want to believe escaped my lips.

As I squirmed, alternating gazes between Kilian and Baron, Baron, wearing a pained expression, spoke.

“I think we’ll have to wait until Sanua recovers before we can try to get her back to her human form.”

Have I truly turned back into a cat?

“Meow?”

I asked in despair, and Killian narrowed his eyes at me.

“You’re not hurt, right?”

“She seems to be fine.”

Considering how I sounded and fidgeted, I appeared healthier in Baron’s eyes than Sanua did.

I felt too robust, even to myself.

But turning back into a cat again? Huh?

“For now… if Sanua and Reinette are together, it might be difficult to regain strength…”

Baron said to Killian, trying to sound sincere without losing the words he needed to say.

“I will do my best to help Sanua regain her strength and will visit you soon.”

He was a man of his word, remembering his duty to help Killian over his own situation.

* * *

In the dim light of dawn, it wasn’t until the break of dawn that I arrived at Killian’s bedroom.

Outside the window, a light rain had begun to fall, and the gray sky showed no signs of brightening, suggesting that it would probably be dark all day.

Ha, but still, I can’t believe how quickly I changed back into a cat.

I haven’t even had the chance to savor the excitement of finally becoming human.

I hadn’t even taken a sip of the tea in the cup I held in my hand!

“Meow!”

I slammed my head against the bed in frustration, but it wouldn’t change anything.

After taking a half-bath and changing into new clothes, unlike earlier, I looked down at the front paws, which had transformed back into a cat’s once again.

After pondering deeply, I arrived at three conclusions.

First, I could only maintain my human form if Sanua fully mastered his powers.

While Sanua’s powers held a strong potential, he was still immature in controlling them. His unstable powers might cause me to unpredictably shift between human and cat forms, raising the risk of exposure to people.

Second, Sanua would need to gain some control over his power so he wouldn’t drain me of it.

It was not something I could ascertain. Sanua had to figure it out, but the thought of draining others’ energy made me feel terribly sorry and uneasy.

And third.

“Pyu.”

I’m only guessing at this one.

Fabian Nelas was a great priest who even foresaw future events and had somehow linked my existence to his descendants.

But if Sanua was simply the one to change me, it would not have been necessary for him to have animal powers.

Wouldn’t there be a moment when Sanua’s powers would have to be used for something other than just me?

I reluctantly remembered Hunter Jack mentioned in the annihilation section.

I thought the annihilation section illustrated tragedy by showing how each stratum collapses in the empire’s situation. However, it made me wonder if it might hold more significance than that.

If I had known this would happen, I would have chewed through each sentence, memorizing them thoroughly.

I sighed heavily in frustration, and just as I did, I saw Killian walk out of the bathroom, running a hand through his damp hair.

A fresh and clean scent wafted in.

Casually lifting the chair from the table, Killian effortlessly walked over and placed it gently in front of the bed.

“You seem terribly disappointed to be a cat.”

Killian spoke leisurely as he took a seat.

I nodded my head briskly and wrinkled my nose.

“Regretful?”

“Meow.”

“However, if you’d remained in human form, it might have been difficult to come back here.”

Well, his words may be right a hundred times over, but I didn’t expect to come back in such a disappointing manner… Wait. Did his recent statement imply that it’s a relief for him that I’m back here again?

Slightly puzzled, I looked at Kilian, and he lifted me into the air.

“Where does it hurt?”

“Meow.”

As if I wasn’t there, I shook my head sideways. He examined my feet to check for any injuries.

“You walked around barefoot.”

I don’t remember ever walking around barefoot.

“You don’t feel hot or cold?”

So far, I haven’t felt any symptoms like that.

“If a problem arises…”

“Meow.”

As it appeared, there wasn’t any sign of discomfort in me at all.

“Meow meow.”

I wonder how many times this has happened, and I push his hand away as a sign that I’m fine, twisting my head around in an attempt to escape. However, Killian doesn’t seem to mind, and after checking me from head to toe, then let me go.

“If you feel any pain or any signs, you must let me know immediately.”

“Miyao.”

Nodding my head, I promptly moved a little away from him.

Apparently, the fact that Sanua looked almost exhausted and drained of energy was bothering Killian.

Considering the connection between Sanua’s powers and mine, it seemed he couldn’t relax about my condition either.

“As long as you’re here, I have to protect you.”

I looked up in surprise at his words, and the tension in the air that had been building as he scrutinized me with a stern face suddenly loosened.

“There are still things to be done, and I know that well.”

Well, that’s true.

His lightly lifted corners of his mouth made me smirk a little – luckily, it was a cat face, so it wouldn’t be evident. I nuzzled my chin against my front paws.

So, his concern was more of a recommendation to ensure no disruption in my state rather than just health concerns.

In my previous life, when working, employees had regular health check-ups and worker’s compensation for injuries, so Killian’s actions were like considerate employee management.

“You don’t need to worry about turning back into a human.”

Killian, who seemed indifferent to my mood, lightly tapped my cheek with his index finger.

“When Sanua Nelas regains his power, he will arrange things back. If we keep meeting at intervals during his recovery… No, that’s…”

I suddenly regained my senses and grabbed his finger.

Killian paused, giving me a puzzled look.

I immediately gestured for him to open his palm, tapping his hand to signal.

Observing me closely, Killian slowly opened his palm.

Baron had said that Sanua, even without knowing how, would likely grasp the method to refine his powers soon after drawing out the unrestrained power within him.

Although magical and divine powers were different, the process of discerning and drawing them from within was somewhat similar, according to Baron’s explanation.

Even with no training, Sanua Nelas had somehow managed to prove his power, and with practice, Baron said, Sanua would soon realize it.

I began to write furiously on Killian’s palm.

‘Allow me to meet only when Sanua can distinguish and draw out his own power…’

At that moment, regardless of what I wrote, Killian grabbed his hand, preventing me from writing further.

“Why?”

He asked me, his low voice slow as usual, but somehow sharper.

Because.

Earlier, Sanua, unable to refine the power within him, nearly collapsed and departed for Winston with Baron. Having forced himself to draw upon the divine power he had not yet been able to refine within him.

If he met me every time he regained his strength and forced me to draw on his power, I wasn’t sure, but maybe Sanua would be in danger.

I looked up at him and tapped his hand again.

Killian, with a somewhat lowered gaze, showed me his palm once more.

‘I shouldn’t meet Sanua unprepared; it might be dangerous for both of us.’

“…….”

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he stared down at my answer, a chill shadow half-cast within his long eyes.

As if a cold chill resonated in his ruby-red eyes, Killian closed his eyes briefly.

“Ha.”

He lightly sighed, wearied, and then smirked lightly.

“I have no intention of hurting the last descendant of Nelas family, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

After tenderly patting my head, he raised one corner of his mouth slightly.

“By the way, you must have gotten close while I wasn’t looking.”

With his warmth gone from where his hand was, Killian rose from the chair, stood upright, and looked down at me.

“I only saw you for a moment, and you’re worried about me.”

Killian spoke with a calm face, then moved me over to the pillows.

“Now go to sleep.”

However, Killian, in his usual nonchalant tone, casually greeted me with an unconcerned face, as if he hadn’t placed much significance in his recent words.

I don’t want my mood to be ruined by something he didn’t specifically ask for an explanation for, and I don’t want it to be weird to say yes, so I nodded and raised my hand, keeping my words to myself.

* * *

“Meow!”

I exclaimed, pointing to the dish that Mrs. Gisela had sent, and Killian lifted it off the plate and dumped all the food inside into the trash.

It had been four days since Sanua had traveled to Baron’s mansion.

I had begun and ended my days, as usual, by wandering among the dishes on the table, searching for Lady Gisela’s food, and I had accompanied Killian to the Imperial Library to see if I could find anything about the oracle, the cat, or the events leading up to it, but so far without much success.

“Strange, finding Lady Gisela’s cooking in here so quickly.”

Killian remarked as he placed the empty plate back in its original position.

Following the incident where Mrs. Gisella sneaked into Kilian’s room and subsequently vanished, she began serving her meals in the imperial dishes rather than her distinct, elaborate tableware.

This change might have been due to her suspicion that Killian had not eaten her prepared food, possibly because he remained unkind toward her.

Killian, of course, couldn’t possibly discern her food within this place, but for me, identifying Mrs. Gisella’s cooking wasn’t a difficult task.

Unlike other dishes, the food laced with dark magic eluded my eyes, having a subtly different scent and an inherently disturbing odor that made me want to flee in terror at first whiff.

But when I’m human again, how will Killian manage to find Mrs. Gisella’s food?

“I have a lot going on today, so I’ll be a little late.”

With a puzzled tone, Killian sliced my steak on the plate.

“Meow.”

Nodding, I drank the juice he poured.

If Killian were absent for an extended period, I’d usually read the books he placed around or simply doze off in the bedroom.

These days, I seems to be waking up even more often because I can’t get out of the house unless it’s for an evening walk with Killian.

“I was thinking of going for a walk tonight, even if it’s late.”

“Meow.”

An evening walk was always welcome.

After the servants finished tidying the dining table and bedroom, and Kilian left, I observed his departing figure.

As the door locked with a double-click, I stretched and began reading the books.

Killian still checked in on me from time to time to make sure I was okay, and he’d pick me apart until he was sure.

 That day was as usual, and to a cat, it seemed to be a calm and enjoyable beginning.

I still felt perfectly fine, both mentally and physically.

At least, I thought so.