I Became a Cat That Sleeps with an Obsessive Tyrant Every Night - Chapter 41

“Why ask.”

Baron’s intention of questioning something obvious irked his conscience.

“For now, fortunately, we were able to bring her in as a cat, but no one knows what will happen in the future. If she had continued to sleep in the form of a human, bringing her here would have been even more complicated.”

“…”

“Living in the palace may not be the right thing to do. It’s dangerous as it is. It’s something you should consider for both the king and yourself.”

With a heavy gaze, Baron struggled to speak.

“If you find it hard to trust us, you can trust Lady Vivian’s intentions. Doesn’t Lady Vivian trust and rely on the Crown Prince more than anyone else?”

Baron added once again, sincerely advising.

Killian looked at him with an expressionless face and kept his lips sealed.

It was not a decision made without hesitation.

Since the day when Reinette became human with the power of Sanua, the day she arrived in a carriage, he had been thinking about this.

As Baron mentioned, if she loses consciousness as a human, it will be even more difficult to extract her from the palace.

Moreover, if she transforms into a human while awake, he cannot force her to stay confined to the bedroom.

A new breakthrough was needed.

A method that was more solid and closer than his original plan.

“No. Reinette will stay with me. In the future, always.”

Killian recalled the baby fox he thought was a cat, killed, and brought to him.

The fox driven to a cold death could someday become a cat.

“I got her.”

Harrid, who had entered, pointed at Sanua following him and said.

Sanua, who seemed to be not fully awake, blinked his eyes as he followed behind.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, but is it okay to just do it?”

Sanua, who was speaking towards Baron, stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted Killian.

“Ah….”

Despite Harrid’s assumption that Killian, who had been on the carriage for a long time and hadn’t rested the previous day, would probably be resting, Killian was sitting on the sofa with a chilling gaze, staring blankly at his own reflection.

“You’re not… sleeping, are you? At all?”

Harrid, looking surprised, quietly asked Baron while standing near the table.

Sanua glanced at Harrid as if he could kill him, then approached Killian slowly.

“Was this cat this small back then too?”

Avoiding Killian’s gaze, Sanua, who needlessly murmured while holding the sleeping cat on his knees, subtly observed his complexion.

Killian silently stared at Sanua for a moment, then broke the silence.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Do something.”

“…”

“If you want to live.”

In response to Killian’s chilling warning in a low voice, Sanua widened his eyes.

The moment he considered it fortunate that the Crown Prince didn’t seem particularly angry despite hearing his muttered words, an unexpected moment seemed to prick him.

Sanua licked his dry lips with his tongue and sat on the edge of the table, staring intently at the cat.

Silence lingered.

“…I really don’t know what to do. Don’t the Crown Prince or the Count know about this? Haven’t they heard anything?”

When there was no change in the cat, Sanua turned to Baron and spoke.

However, seeing Baron closing his eyes again as if indicating to try again, Sanua sighed deeply and corrected his posture.

Glancing at Killian, who had fixed his gaze on the limp cat without any strength, he heard him speaking indifferently without giving him a glance.

“Do something, even if it’s praying.”

“Pray…?”

Sanua, wondering what kind of clue this could be, pretended to gather his hands.

“Pray that you live and survive here without dying.”

“!”

“Then the gods will teach you the way, won’t they?”

The usually elegant Crown Prince, now adding a threatening tone, stared at Sanua.

“Find a way to wake Reinette up. Right now.”

Sanua, his face transformed into a stiff expression like dried fish, nodded reluctantly and glanced back at Baron and Harrid once more.

When Harrid urgently sent a gesture to try anything, Sanua took a deep breath and looked at the cat. It had only been a short time since he confirmed himself as the sole heir of the Nelas family and discerned his powers.

Still perplexed about what to do, he felt that if he didn’t do something, the Crown Prince wouldn’t leave him alone.

Now, no matter what happens, he feels he has to try something, anything.

How cruelly Killian had treated the man who had tormented him.

The memory of his fierce temper, momentarily forgotten in the dignified attitude of the Crown Prince, suddenly came back to Sanua, and he focused his mind again.

The drowsiness that seemed unshakeable dissipated, and all he saw in his vision was the cat.

A cat.

To him, animals were indeed better than humans.

After taking a deep breath, he recalled the moment when he first encountered the cat. He pictured the green eyes that approached him, bringing him down, and the sunlight trapped within them.

He visualized the shimmering hair and the woman’s body that had been lying down, now suddenly confined and complete.

‘If you don’t wake up, I’ll be in big trouble.’

Finally, exhaling the inflated breath, Sanua opened his eyes.

‘Wake up quickly!’

In his dilated gaze, the cat shone large.

Abundant silver hair was scattered on the bed.

Killian’s hard gaze paused for a moment, but that was all.

There was silence.

He waited as if expecting Reinette to wake up, but nothing happened.

“…What happens if she doesn’t wake up like this?”

Sanua, who had been looking at Reinette, turned around with a surprised expression.

Killian, who had become silent, and Baron and Harrid, who couldn’t hide their bewilderment, were visible.

“Again.”

Killian, who had been standing silently with a stoic expression, spoke.

“Do it again.”

Unlike his calm gaze, Sanua’s chest sank at the heavy, low voice.

“I’ve done everything I can, Your Highness.”

“So, do it again.”

Trying to explain that he had done everything he could, Sanua suddenly found Killian’s hand in his. Sanua, who grew up in the empire, was well aware that he had roamed the battlefield, killing many people.

“Do it again.”

As the command was given once again, Sanua reluctantly tried to draw out his power to wake up Reinette. However, as a human, there was nothing more he could do.

He could only discern the power to a limited extent now.

“…”

Seeing Sanua unable to concentrate, Killian, who knew well that there was nothing more he could do, closed his eyes briefly and then opened them.

He knew that Sanua had reached the limit of what he could do here. However, he couldn’t just leave without trying anything.

What more could be done here?

Suddenly, a thought crossed Killian’s mind.

“Harrid.”

With his gaze fixed on the motionless Reinette, Killian called for Harrid.

Harrid, who had been standing breathlessly in front of the console, hurriedly approached.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Can you see Reinette’s memories?”

Harrid hesitated for a moment in response to Killian’s question, then quickly understood his intention and stood beside the bed where Reinette was sleeping.

It seemed like he was trying to find any clues that might lead to her collapse.

Kneeling beside the bed, reaching out with his hands, Harrid, for a moment, wondered why the Prince had referred to this woman as Reinette, not knowing her as Vivian.

However, now it seemed more important to comply with the Prince’s command.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

Harrid took Reinette’s hand, drew a magical rune in his mind, and then closed his eyes with a serious expression.

The moment Harrid attempted to face the most recent memories within Reinette, his face contorted in apparent discomfort.

“What is this…!”

As if avoiding something, Harrid leaned back, lowered his head, and recoiled.

“There’s a fire. It seems to be the Room where I met Your Highness before. Ugh, the surroundings have turned into a sea of flames. But the one who started the fire… why… wait. Why are there so many dead bodies here? Father…? Ah!”

Unable to follow Reinette’s consciousness any further, Harrid, who had stopped abruptly, released Reinette’s hand and almost fell backward.

Seeing the extremely agitated state of Harrid, Baron approached and grabbed his son’s shoulders.

“Harrid.”

“W-What I just saw… what on earth…”

Harrid’s eyes, which had been unable to grasp anything, now sharply focused on Reinette.

“Take a deep breath and speak slowly.”

“Father, I just can’t… I can’t put into words what I saw.”

“You have to remember step by step. What did you see?”

Sanua, who had been standing and looking at Baron, suddenly twisted his head, feeling a chill down his spine.

Killian’s eyes, listening to Harrid’s words, seemed subtly darker, as if lost in thought.

“Keep talking.”

At Killian’s composed command, Sanua looked back at Baron. The tone seemed rigid for some reason.

Sanua could sense that something unusual had happened in what Harrid saw, judging by the rapidly darkening complexion and the still unsteady breath.

Having alternated between glancing at his father and Killian while forcing himself to breathe, Harrid opened his mouth again.

“In her memories, everyone was dead. Everyone! My father and I, and even Sanua, all the same. It was all covered in blood, on the floor, the sofa, every table and sofa. And this woman was the one who started the fire. “

“Remembering it is agonizing,” Harrid shuddered, grinding his teeth.

“Irina Scott mentioned before that this woman died and returned to the past, right? Perhaps it’s memories from a past life…”

“Harrid. You surely have seen Vivian’s memories before.”

In an instant, Baron lashed out at his son, consumed by anger.

“That was…!”

“Are the things you saw back then all things you made up or memories you never quite reached?”

“Back then, no. It wasn’t like that. I was certain that the only memories I had from that day were about His Highness, the Crown Prince. But the memory I just saw now…”

Suddenly, confusion washed over Harrid, and he furrowed his brow, finding it difficult to continue speaking.

“What I saw was undoubtedly that all of us are dead. And the last person this woman killed was…”

“Was it me.”

As Harrid struggled to continue, Killian, who averted his gaze for a moment, asked.