Cat Princess and Human Knight

Huruling, the village church.

The old bishop with the golden shaded coat looked at the dwarf cat princess with a helpless expression and asked.

"Are you planning to attend the knightly tournament hosted by Duke Snowclaw?"

Princess Shorty Cat nodded.

"This is a summons from the lord to his vassal; I have no right to refuse."

The old bishop with the golden chin sighed.

"If you wish to refuse, I can ask the church to intervene. After all, you are not a tomcat, and the obligation of military service as a vassal is not mandatory."

Princess Munchkin shook her head and said.

"No need. I have already decided to fulfill my vassal duties. Luna will serve as my substitute knight and participate in the upcoming knight tournament."

The old bishop with the golden shaded coat took a deep look at the dwarf cat princess. His years of experience had made him sense that the dwarf cat princess was restless.

This goddaughter's daughter did not give up on reviving the royal family as she claimed.

When she decided to accept military obligations and assume vassal responsibilities like a tomcat, she was no longer regarded as an ordinary heirloom noblewoman.

The foundation of a regime is violence, and the cornerstone of aristocratic rule is military. Female nobles, without military merit, are merely seen as talking, walking, self-castrated beings, and in the eyes of male cats, a transit point for the inheritance of territory.

Only by fulfilling her military obligations as a feudal lord could she acquire ownership rights of the feudal lord, which precisely demonstrates her ambition to not be mediocre.

The Munchkin princess chose a difficult path; she was playing with fire.

The old bishop with the golden shaded coat was helpless. He had figured out what the short-legged cat princess was thinking and realized that he had been fooled.

However, all five tons of corn were donated, and the diocesan bishop also wrote a personal letter to the Duke of Snowclaw.

The situation spiraled out of control for a retired bishop, who, manipulated by the short-legged princess, was powerless to stop it.

Finally, the old bishop with the golden chin sighed and said.

"Sophia, your future is in your own hands, and I just want to remind you one last thing."

War is not child's play; it is a place where iron and blood are used to express one's voice. If you really want to get involved, you must remember one person.

Regal, Grand Master of the Knights of the Emperor's Claw. The Blazing Heart.

He wrote to me and inquired about your well-being.

Princess Munchkin's face immediately darkened, and she said.

"That shameless traitor... He betrayed his oath, he broke the royal family's trust in him, and he chose to stand idly by when the royal family needed him most. I hate him."

The old bishop with the golden gradient shook his head and said.

"Politics is so dirty; it's a game of trade with chips on both sides, a transaction where you can always add more chips."

Every oath has a day when it becomes invalid; it just depends on whether the price for breaking the oath is tempting enough.

Regal. The fiery heart made a political choice, and his act of pressing his paw print on the Regent's proposal to strip you of your royal status proves his protectiveness towards you.

He is still the knight who grew up with you and pursued and loved you.

Remember, Sofia, if one day you need help in the war, don't hesitate because of past grievances; ask him for help.

The old golden shaded bishop's words made the short-legged cat princess fall into deep thought.

Having lost her conscience and joy, the gnome princess had nothing left but the desire to restore the royal family and the instinct to weigh the pros and cons.

No one knew better than Princess Munchkin how deep the Maine Coon captain of the Emperor's Claw Knights' affection for her truly was.

The love story between a knight and a princess has always been the most popular tale among the nobility.

A princess of high status and a humble, self-disciplined knight—their courtly love is a romance belonging to the nobility.

Knights pursue noblewomen of far higher status than themselves, remaining loyal to them as if they were serving a lord, while maintaining restraint and forbearance due to the difference in their social standing—this is the rule of courtly love.

Just like in the play, the tragedy between Lancelot and Guinevere has captivated generations of knights and noblewomen, leaving them mesmerized.

The old bishop's subtle reminder made the dwarf cat princess realize the value of the Burmese cat knight commander to her, and his pursuit and admiration took on a tragic air because of the royal massacre.

The bond between a princess of a fallen kingdom and a knight who betrayed her is truly irresistible. The guilty Maine Coon knight commander must be willing to do many things for this tragic love.

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Inside the church, the old bishop with the golden shaded coat helplessly instructs the headstrong dwarf princess on how to use love to gain political advantage for herself.

Outside the church, the anxious orange cat Paladin is also pursuing his own love.

He hid his hands behind his back, holding a bunch of freshly picked sunflowers, and cautiously approached the calico cat knight.

The calico cat knight leaned against the lawn, bored. The spring sun shone on her face, and her beautiful appearance made the orange cat paladin's heart skip a beat.

The calico cat knight complained as it watched the orange cat paladin approach.

"Your Highness, how long have you been inside? Why aren't you finished talking yet? It's just a knightly tournament, is there any need to be so serious?"

"As long as I step in, I guarantee I'll crush all those male cats' private parts. What's there to worry about?"

The orange cat paladin, who had just mustered up his courage, felt a tightness in his anus upon hearing these words, and stood there with his tail between his legs, at a loss for what to do.

The calico cat knight looked at the orange cat paladin who looked nervous and asked curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just... it's just..."

The orange cat's paws, which were placed behind its back, seemed glued to its lower back. The cluster of sunflowers trembled as if sifting flour, and the flower buds were about to fall apart.

Yi-eun, who was watching from the side, couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted.

"Luna, actually Bell..."

The orange cat paladin yelled loudly, interrupting Yi Yin's interruption. His face turned bright red as he spoke urgently.

"Nothing's wrong! Don't talk nonsense!"

The calico cat knight looked at the orange cat paladin who had suddenly erupted, twitched its ears, and wondered what was wrong with this fat cat. It just seemed a bit strange.

Just then, the dwarf cat princess walked out of the church, and the calico cat knight, ignoring the orange cat paladin's strangeness, jumped up and asked.

"Your Highness."

Princess Shorty Cat shook her head and said solemnly.

"I've told you so many times, you must call me Lady Sophia."

"Luna, we're about to go to the knightly tournament. If you say something wrong there, I'll be in a very awkward situation, do you understand?"

Luna excitedly gave a knightly salute and rubbed her hands together.

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, it seems the old bishop has agreed to our participation in the knightly tournament?"

The short-legged cat princess nodded.

"Grandpa Milo has no reason to object to me; after all, it is my duty as a vassal."

The two female cats walked away talking, leaving only the orange cat Paladin's somber figure behind them.

Yi Yin patted the orange cat, Paladin.

"Bell, it's been four or five days, how come you still can't even speak a complete sentence clearly?"

The orange cat paladin sighed and silently planted the sunflower in the flower bed in front of the church.

"It's all because of you, you third wheel, that I almost confessed my feelings to you successfully just now."

Yi Yin didn't get angry; instead, he laughed.

"Fine, fine, so you're defining success, huh? When are you going to confess again, tomorrow or something?"

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow again—how many tomorrows there are!

The orange cat paladin was also troubled, he sighed.

"You don't understand. What do you, a human, know about love at first sight?"

Yi Yin nodded.

"Hmm, licking the cat."

The orange cat paladin immediately jumped up.

"What do you mean, 'licking cat'?! I'm adored by everyone! Countless female cats have been madly pursuing me, but I've rejected them all!"

Yi Yin chuckled speechlessly. Although he, a homebody, hadn't met many women, he had watched countless films and considered himself far superior to the orange cat paladin.

The human and the cat were bickering when the short-legged cat princess, who had walked away, suddenly turned back to look at them and asked what was wrong. The calico cat knight beside her called out.

Are you leaving or not?

"Here we go!"

Seeing that the orange cat paladin agreed so quickly and chased after it, Yi Yin felt that this fat cat was completely doomed.

You think you can run away with your pig-like appearance? The heartless short-legged cat has plenty of ways to keep you a lickslinger. You can expect to work for others for free for the rest of your life!