As a smart cat, the black cat Bellerion felt very confused these two days.

The beautiful little master is very attractive. He has a special breath that can make him feel at ease. Therefore, the black cat rarely focuses on humans outside the master, but rarely does not mean there is no one.

Because the owner never prepared food for it, when he was hungry, it had to temporarily leave the owner's side.

Every time I do this, it will feel full of irritability, and when looking at others, there is always the urge to come forward and tear them apart.

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

But when it found that its owner had ignored it in the past two days, and even the behavior of deliberately being scolded did not attract attention, the black cat could no longer bear it.

While out foraging in the morning, it jumped down from the walls of Red Fort, attacking a passing male nobleman, and eventually scratching his entire face.

When blood splattered all over his body, and when the human screamed in horror and fled in panic, the black cat felt a strange sense of fulfillment, as if some kind of revenge had been satisfied.

Deep in my heart, a number emerged as a result—

Forty-three.

This number appears like an instinct, but the number at the beginning was not like this, and it became less and less.

The black cat feels that this number is very important to it, but it does not know what important method it is. Or, sometimes when it is bored, it will think that it is just a cat, so why do it understand that these knowledge that humans should have?

What is knowledge?

What is a cat?

The thoughts that came out of his mind for no reason made it unable to understand, so the black cat shook his head and looked at the back that had run away quickly and began to lick his blood-stained claws.

According to its not many but impressive experience, a group of fierce humans should soon come to chase it, intimidate it, and even want to kill it.

It had already made these preparations, but it did not wait for anyone to wait, which made the black cat's slightly calmer due to the attack become irritable again.

It feels like those people should not ignore their own things. They have no reason to ignore themselves. Aren’t they very fierce? Why don’t they come and stab it to death?

If you stab it to death, you should stab it to death... Blood, screaming, grinning, dragging her out of the bottom of the bed, slashing after slash...

The black cat became even more irritable by the scene that appeared in his heart, so it ran in the corner of the castle for a long time, and finally attacked another person, an old man holding a dog, who seemed sneaky.

It vaguely felt that this person looked familiar, but it didn't matter. It just wanted to scratch him and tear him apart now, and it also successfully defeated this tall but actually cowardly elderly human.

Unfortunately, my little claws were unable to really scratch them, so I could only stop regretfully, and the number in my heart quietly turned into forty-two.

It did not escape afterwards, but squatted not far away and waited for the other party to react. It wanted to see these humans' hatred eyes, just as it hated these humans.

But the gray-bearded old man would only sit on the ground and cry, as if he was frightened, and he would burst into tears, not even look at it.

There was a vague feeling something was wrong in the little head of the black cat, so it did not stay away, but squatted in the corner, staring at the cowardly old man, watching the dog in his arms with his tail and ran away, watching a group of people arrive here soon after.

Then, it found that no one paid attention to it, and no one even looked at it.

What's wrong with them?

The black cat felt very puzzled about this. This puzzle continued until it returned to the little master. The irritability in his heart weakened and his rationality recovered, and then he suddenly reacted slowly.

Do they can't see themselves?

This is the case with the little master, and the two people attacked by it are the same, and even everyone is like this...

They can't see themselves anymore!?

To make sure of this, it decided to take a risk of drinking some lemon tea from the owner's cup, so it made it so carefully.

Then, it found that the little master in front of him who usually disliked him had no idea about it, and even took the cup shortly afterwards and took a sip, then continued to sit there and read the book intently.

Seeing all this, a cheer suddenly rose in its small heart, and even jumped off the table and kept shaking its head around its owner, swaying its head proudly. However, when it found that its show-off behavior did not attract any attention, the joy in its heart disappeared instantly, and its shaking tail drooped, and a sense of loneliness enveloped its entire young heart.

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

And when someone sent a bird to his owner the next morning as his substitute (it instinctively thought so), it was as if it had been a tiger invaded by a territory and threatened the servant.

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

The black cat felt very depressed. It wanted to raise its paws to give the abominable servant a moment, but rationally thought that this seemed not good, so it finally collapsed on the carpet of the room and began to feel frustrated.

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

This question made its small mind suddenly remember some hazy scenes, which happened when it ran to its owner's bed to sleep that day.

It still remembers that the bed full of owner's fragrance seemed to be very transparent at that time, and then some pattern appeared on its little owner's wrist. Then, it seemed to see a little golden thing floating up from under the transparent bed. Finally... Finally... because it was lying on the route it floated, it got into its hair?

It seems that this is true, but the black cat feels like it is missing something.

What is it?

A laugh that sounds a bit crazy? Or a fat pig with a pair of leaf wings?

Thinking of this, the black cat's young mind was once again full of confusion because it could not remember whether it had seen or heard of these, but why could it remember this?

...Forget it, no matter why it is, this doesn't matter at all.

Thinking of this, the black cat lay down there dejectedly, feeling a little overwhelmed, and even his hunger soon afterwards did not attract its attention.

But when there was a special sound on the owner's side, it still couldn't help but tilt its head and looked over.

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

The black cat felt the threat, but it even saw the little master's face that was in danger but seemed to be unaware of it. This made it jump up and scream shrillly, and then rushed up without hesitation.

As a result, the seemingly powerful poisonous snake turned against its previous hostility and quickly left the boy's waist, slid its long body through the toilet hole on the marble base and disappeared.

The black cat felt relieved when he saw this, and the tender voice that always made it feel very friendly also sounded in surprise at the same time.
Chapter completed!