Cat Princess and Human Knight

After coughing for a while, the old bishop of the golden shaded cat finally recovered. At least he wasn't killed by half a corn kernel. He looked at the short-legged cat princess and said.

"You want to donate five tons of this... what's it called? Where are you going to get so much grain?"

Princess Shorty Cat pointed to Yi Yin behind her and said with a frank expression.

"This is corn; it was a gift from his friend."

The old bishop of the golden shaded cat calmed down and took a deep look at the tall Yi Yin. Things that were inexplicable in cat society seemed easy to accept when applied to humans.

He did not delve further into the origin of the corn, but instead asked solemnly.

"What exactly do you want to do by donating so much food to the church?"

In a medium-sized manor like Catnip Manor, the total amount of food that all the cats in the entire territory can save up in a year is only a few hundred kilograms. If the lord can donate 100 kilograms to the church, that is a considerable amount.

Five tons of grain! Even a powerful lord with dozens of estates might not be willing to donate that much grain to the church all at once.

Princess Munchkin Cat replied with a serious expression.

"I would like to donate this grain to the Diocese of the Crushed Hills. I remember that the current diocesan bishop is your student, Norma. Your Excellency Woran, I would like to ask you to convey this message."

As you know, the Viscount of Huru is a vassal state of the Duchy of Snowclaw.

Having been stripped of my royal princess status by the Seven-Tailed Council, I am left with only the title of Lady of the Huru Viscount Territory, a fiefdom. I must pledge allegiance to Duke Snowclaw to fulfill my duties as a vassal.

But my tail ring is missing, and I can't prove my noble status.

I've heard that the Bishop of Norma's Diocese has a good relationship with the Duke of Snowclaw. I'd like to ask the Bishop to vouch for my identity and ensure I can smoothly enter the noble circles of the fiefdoms in the Shattered Hills.

The old bishop with the golden gradient asked calmly.

"Where did your tail ring go?"

Princess Shorty Cat shook her head.

"Grandpa Milo, I don't want to lie to you, so please don't ask anymore. I have my reasons."

You said you hoped I would give up revenge and live a good life, which is why I need the approval of the nobles of Shattered Hills; otherwise, I can't protect Huru Territory.

The short-legged cat princess turned the tables on the old golden shaded bishop. Since she was so obedient, how could the old golden shaded bishop not help her?

As for the tail ring that symbolized noble status...

As long as the old bishop of the Golden Chin is willing to come forward to testify and obtain the church's approval, no one will raise any objections, including the Duke of Snowclaw, a superior lord of the Viscount of Huru.

The old bishop with the golden chin sighed.

"Of course I will help you."

Okay, you prepare five tons of that grain called corn. I'll contact the Stony Hills parish; leave the grain donation to me.

Princess Munchkin bowed.

"Thank you, Grandpa Milo."

The old bishop with the golden gradient shook his head, his gaze turning deep as he looked at Yi Yin beside him.

He could sense that the short-legged cat princess was hiding many things from him, including her claim of giving up revenge, and Yi-eun, who had been following him all along.

In the end, he said nothing, only offering a reminder.

"Sophia, although the help of the humans will help you gain a foothold in the Shattered Hills, you must remember that relying too much on the help of the humans can sometimes backfire."

People are people, and cats are cats; ultimately, they are not part of the same society.

It's one thing for this man named Yi Yin to live in Huru Territory, but it's quite another to become overly dependent on his presence.

You should try to downplay his influence and prevent other nobles from being wary of you; this will only benefit your future.

Sofia nodded.

"I understand."

---

Inside the imperial palace, beneath the Iron Emperor's throne, the Persian cat regent paced back and forth.

His beloved, Ilya Onyxia, has been gone for several days, but there is still no news of the Pygmy Princess's death.

On the contrary, the Seven-Tailed Council reacted quickly, passing a proposal to strip Princess Munchkin of her royal status and officially announcing that the Mankikang royal family was extinct.

"Those cunning noble cats..." the Persian cat regent thought through gritted teeth.

The bad things were all done by the Persian Cat Regent; the nobles in the Seven-Tailed Council were all pretending to be stupid.

Although they acknowledged the legitimacy of the Persian Cat Regent's coup, if the truth were to be revealed later, the Persian Cat Regent would be the one to suffer, while the Seven-Tailed Council would at most be considered to have failed in its duty of oversight.

The Persian cat regent now desperately needs to confirm the death of the Munchkin princess; only when the royal family is completely wiped out can he feel at ease.

Just as he was becoming increasingly anxious, a burst of silver light erupted from the hall, and the long-awaited Illya appeared before him.

The Persian cat regent rushed to Ilya and asked impatiently.

"So, is Sophia dead?"

Ilya stared coldly at the Persian cat regent's anxious, distorted face, and remained silent.

"The Persian cat regent roared."

"Say something!"

Ilya raised her hand and tapped the tail of the Persian cat regent. Suddenly, the sapphire on the tail exploded into fragments.

The Persian cat regent was so frightened that his fur stood on end. He stared blankly at his tail, speechless for a moment.

This sapphire, capable of summoning the Oath of Ice and Fire, was a gift personally given by Ilya to the Shadowmoon Clan, and it represents the Shadowmoon Clan's greatest source of confidence.

Now that the sapphire has turned to rubble, it also means that Ilya has ended her favor towards the Shadowmoon Clan.

The Persian cat regent trembled; he clearly understood what this meant.

"Ilya said."

"Princess Sophia is not dead, and I am no longer willing to favor the Shadowmoon Clan."

So goodbye, you greedy fool.

The Persian cat regent was terrified. He rushed to Ilya's feet and used all sorts of tricks passed down from his ancestors to curry favor.

He unbuttoned his clothes, turned his belly up, and made all sorts of funny faces, trying to make Ilya laugh, just like his ancestors had done.

"I was wrong, great Ilya Onyxia. I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance. Please don't abandon your beloved Shadowmoon Clan."

As Illya watched the Persian cat regent's ugly performance, the image of Yi Yin and the dwarf cat princess snuggling together by the campfire flashed through her mind, making her increasingly doubt her past aesthetic judgment.

With a kick to the fearful Persian cat, Ilya turned and exploded into a burst of silver light, disappearing into the empty hall, leaving only a lingering sound.

"You pathetic bastard, you disgust me to the core."

The Persian cat regent, who had been kicked away, lay frozen on the ground, his gaze unfocused.

Having lost the favor of a powerful figure, he didn't know how to maintain his position or how to ensure the future of the Shadowmoon Clan.

A black cat, hidden in a corner of the hall, saw all of this and quietly withdrew from the hall.