As a smart cat, the black cat Bellerion felt at a loss for the past two days.

The pretty little owner is very attractive, and he has a special power that makes him feel at ease. As a result, black cats rarely pay attention to humans other than their owners, but few does not mean that there are none.

Because the owner never prepared food for it, it had to leave its owner for a while when it was hungry.

Every time it does this, it feels irritable, and when it looks at others, it always feels the urge to tear them apart regardless of it.

This impulse is very tempting, but the black cat is able to suppress this "nature" of itself every time because it does not want to cause any trouble to its owner.

It's just that in the past two days, when it found that the owner had been ignoring him, and even his deliberate behavior of looking for scolding did not attract attention, the black cat couldn't help it anymore.

While out foraging in the morning, it leaps down the walls of the Red Keep and attacks a passing male nobleman, eventually scratching his entire face.

As blood splattered all over his body, as the human screamed in terror and fled in a hurry, the black cat felt a strange sense of fulfillment, as if some kind of vengeance had been satisfied.

Deep down, a number also emerged -

Forty-three.

This number appeared as if it were instinctive, but it was not like that at first, and then it became less and less.

The black cat feels that this number is important to it, but it doesn't know what the important method is, or sometimes when it gets bored, it thinks, "It's just a cat, why would it know all this knowledge that humans should have?"

What is knowledge?

What is a cat?

The thought that came out of his head inexplicably made it incomprehensible, so the black cat shook its head, looked at the back of the hurried runner and began to lick its blood-stained paws.

Based on its modest but impressive experience, it should not be long before a group of fierce humans will come after it, intimidate it, or even try to kill it.

It had already made these preparations, but it didn't wait for anyone, which made the black cat's mood that had been somewhat calmed by the attack irritable again.

It feels like those people shouldn't ignore themselves, they have no reason to ignore themselves, aren't they fierce? They, why didn't they come and stab it to death?

Stab it, stab it...... Blood, screams, sneering, dragging her out from under the bed, stabbing after stabbing ......

The black cat was even more irritable by the image that came out of his mind, so he ran around the corner of the castle for a long time, and finally attacked another man, an old man with a dog in his arms and acting sneakily.

It had a vague sense that the man looked familiar, but that didn't matter, it just wanted to scratch him to pieces, and it had managed to defeat the tall old human, but in fact he was cowardly.

It's a pity that his little paw can't really scratch it, and in the end he can only stop regrettably, and the number in his heart quietly becomes forty-two.

It didn't run away, but crouched a short distance away and waited for the other to react, wanting to see the hostile gaze of the humans as much as it hated them.

But the gray-bearded old man would only sit on the ground and weep, as if he had been frightened by something, and his snot was tearful, and he didn't even look at it.

The little head of the black cat had a faint sense that something was wrong, so it did not go away, but just crouched in the corner, watching the cowardly old man, watching the dog in his arms run away with his tail between his legs, and watched the group of people arrive here soon after.

Then, it found that no one was paying attention to itself, and no one was even looking at it.

What's wrong with them?

The black cat wondered about this, and this puzzle lasted until it returned to the little master, and the irritability in his heart weakened, and his reason returned, and then he suddenly reacted sluggishly.

Can't they see themselves?

This is true of the little master, and so are the two people who were attacked by it, and even so are all of them......

They can't see themselves anymore!?

To make sure of this, it decided to take the risk of drinking a little lemon tea from the little master's cup, and so it did so carefully.

Then, it found that the little master in front of him, who usually disliked him, was unaware of this, and even took a sip from his cup soon after, and then continued to sit there and read intently.

A cheer of joy rose in its little heart, and even jumped off the table and shook its head triumphantly around its master, but when it found that its ostentatious behavior did not attract the slightest attention, the joy in its heart dissipated in an instant, and the wagging tail also drooped, and a sense of loneliness enveloped its whole young heart.

That night, the black cat Bellerion hid in the corner and stared blankly at the little master who had fallen asleep on the bed, feeling that the cat had lost all meaning.

And the next morning, when someone brought his master a bird as a substitute for himself, which he instinctively thought, he exploded like a tiger that had encroached on his territory, and bared his teeth and grinned at the servant.

But no one paid any attention to it, just as no one could see it, and no one heard its sound. The servant stood respectfully aside, while the little master teased the ugly bird in the cage with great interest, completely ignoring himself.

Frustrated, the black cat tried to raise its paws to give the hateful servant a moment, but reasoned that it did not seem good, so it collapsed on the carpet of the room and began to sulk at itself.

Then it suddenly realized that the color of the hair under its neck was a little different from that next to it.

This question made its small mind suddenly remember some hazy images, which were the images when it ran to sleep on its master's bed that day.

It also remembered that the bed full of its master's scent seemed to be very transparent at the time, and then there was a pattern on its little master's wrist, and then, as if it saw something golden floating up from under the transparent bed, and finally ...... In the end, because I was lying on its path, it ended up burrowing into its own hair?

Memory serves, yes, but the black cat feels as if he's overlooked something.

What is it?

A nervous-sounding laugh? Or a fat pig with a pair of leaf wings?

Thinking of this, the black cat's young mind was full of confusion, because it didn't remember seeing or hearing this, but why could it remember this?

…… Forget it, it doesn't matter why.

Thinking so, the black cat lay there dejectedly, feeling a little unlovely, and even the hunger that soon followed did not attract its attention.

It's just that when there was a special noise on the little master's side, it couldn't help but tilt its head and look over.

Then it found that the little master, who was sitting on the marble pedestal of the toilet frowning and thinking, was now wrapped around his waist with a colorful poisonous snake, the snake's head was raised backwards, and the pale yellow vertical pupils were staring coldly at himself outside the door at this time, and the letter in his mouth kept retracting.

The black cat felt threatened, but it also saw the little face of the little master who was in danger but seemed to be unaware, which made it jump to its feet and scream miserably, and then rushed forward without hesitation.

As a result, the seemingly powerful poisonous snake defied its previous hostility, quickly broke away from the boy's waist, and its long body slid through the hole in the marble pedestal and disappeared.

Seeing this, the black cat's heart was relieved, and a voice full of childish surprise sounded at the same time.

"Holy, my belt!"