Cat Princess and Human Knight

Just by looking at his background, you can tell that the Regent's family doesn't have any noble blood.

In other words, the royal family had been in decline for too long, and the nobles no longer paid any attention to them, so the royal family could only scavenge for food in the garbage dump.

While searching for food, he developed acute food poisoning and died.

The Shadowmoon Clan is most skilled in lies and assassinations. They command the Shadow Guard and have done countless dirty deeds in secret.

When it came to Rennes, Shadowmoon inherited the title of Grand Duke and deceived his superiors and subordinates, eventually causing a bloody coup that wiped out the royal family, and then occupied the capital and proclaimed himself regent.

Meanwhile, the Grand Justice of the Imperial City, Morga, the Dark Claw, already had a notorious reputation as a corrupt justice, having given the Regent numerous terrible ideas.

This time, the Grand Justice of the Imperial City personally led the circuit court to the nomadic cat colony, and the Regent's daughter, Countess Amber, happened to approach the Marquis of Iron Oak, clearly a planned collaboration.

Among the dukes and marquises of the Marquis of Iron Oak, the Marquis of Iron Oak was a military noble whose territory was located on the frontier and bore the greatest military pressure.

Compared to the calmly organizing a tournament for knights, Duke Snowclaw, and the cheerfully watching Marquis Velvet, Marquis Ironoak was the real unlucky one who was hit by the nomadic cat pack.

The nomadic cats' southward migration was primarily aimed at the vast and resource-rich Starfall Plains.

The size of the nomadic cat colony is similar to that of the rocky hills, probably around 100,000 cats.

For Starfall Plains, a region with a large cat population and abundant resources, the losses caused by nomadic cats raiding southwards will not pose a significant problem.

But when the city gates catch fire, the fish in the moat suffer; the rocky hills sandwiched between the boundless northern plateau and the southern star-fallen plains will inevitably be swept into the tail end of the typhoon.

The Marquis of Iron Oak was the first to be affected, and he was naturally unwilling to bear such a huge loss for a single territory.

Therefore, if the Regent can use his influence within the Shadowmoon Clan to prevent the nomadic cats from harassing the Marquis of Ironoak's territory during their southward migration, it would be a good opportunity.

The Marquis of Iron Oak would naturally be happy to do the Regent a small favor, such as causing some trouble for the Duchess of Huru at the knightly tournament.

Having grasped this logic, Duke Snowclaw naturally knew what Marquis Iron Oak was up to. He looked at the smiling Marquis Velvet and couldn't help but complain.

"You thought of that a long time ago, why didn't you tell me? You made me lose face in front of the ladies."

"The Marquis of Velvet Carpets laughed."

"I only just figured it out myself. Besides, it's actually better for us not to understand; ignorance is bliss."

What's wrong with letting the Marquis of Iron Oak voluntarily step forward and play the bad cat?

Duke Snowclaw nodded and smiled.

"You're right, being oblivious is a blessing."

The two noblemen spoke in riddles, while several ladies behind them whispered questions to Lady Mist Shadow, but she smiled and remained silent.

A clever mother cat knows when to speak and when to keep quiet, which is why Lady Fogshadow has always been loved by Duke Snowclaw.

Duke Snowclaw had no intention of accepting the Lady of Huru as his vassal, as doing so would draw him into the aftermath of the Imperial City massacre and entangle him in the trouble of the Mankikang royal family's demise.

However, in accordance with the long-standing tradition of the nobility, he could not voluntarily refuse the loyalty of his vassals, as this would undermine the long-standing feudal system of lords and vassals.

With the mediation of the bishop of the Shattered Hills diocese, the Duke of Snowclaw seemed to have no choice but to accept the allegiance of the Duchess of Huru.

But the Marquis of Velvet Carpet came up with a good solution: if a vassal fails to fulfill his duties, then the lord naturally has no obligation to continue protecting him.

Doing so is in line with the principles of the feudal system, where power and responsibility are equal.

During this knightly tournament, the female cat knight of the Lady of Huru Territory stole the show, which was actually not in line with Duke Snowclaw's plans.

The more the Lady of Huru can prove that she can fulfill her vassal duties, the greater the pressure will be for the Duke of Snowclaw to be critical of her and refuse her allegiance.

Now things are looking up. Marquis Iron Oak has taken the initiative to step forward and relentlessly suppress the female cat knight of the Goohoo Lady, which has actually helped Duke Snowclaw out of his predicament.

This spirit of selfless dedication and giving without expecting anything in return truly made Duke Snowclaw beam with joy.

The Marquis of Velvet is right. We should play dumb and let the Marquis of Iron Oak play the bad guy. Afterwards, we can just shrug and say we know nothing. That way, we'll have a reason to explain ourselves to the diocesan bishop.

The priests and nobles of the Shattered Hills all knew that the Duke of Snowclaw and the Marquis of Ironwood were at odds.

No matter how much trouble it caused, it couldn't possibly have been the Duke of Snowclaw who instigated the Marquis of Ironoak, and the diocesan bishop couldn't say anything about it.

Thinking of this, Snowclaw's smile became even more genuine. He looked with great interest at the new round of matches that was about to begin in the arena, eagerly anticipating further developments.

"Let's see if the knight of the Lady of Huru Territory can win another match. Speaking of which, this female knight is really good. She should already be at the level of the Silver Necklace."

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Inside the arena, the orange cat paladin Bell had already crossed the wooden fence and arrived beside the calico cat paladin Luna.

He saw Luna standing beside the lynx mount, soothing it while panting.

Three consecutive high-intensity mounted spear duels had already exhausted Luna's stamina.

The fabric lining her chainmail was completely soaked and sticky, and the fur on her two cat ears was also stuck to them with sweat, making her look a bit disheveled.

Bell leaned closer and whispered.

"Your stamina is insufficient, and continuing the competition would be dangerous. Let's stop here."

Luna looked at Bell and asked in an annoyed tone.

"If I don't go, are you going to go?"

Bell quickly shook his head.

"The Golden Flame Knights do not participate in worldly disputes, and as a paladin, I am not allowed to participate in such worldly competitions."

Luna scoffed.

"I am currently the only knight under the Lady's command. If I don't step up, who will act as her substitute knight and face the challenge in her place?"

Bell was speechless.

Luna looked into Bell's eyes and asked slowly.

"You came all this way just to tell me this? Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Bell dared not look into Luna's piercing eyes and lowered his head.

"I...I want to...good luck to you!"

Luna looked at the innocent Bell, whose neck had turned red under her watchful gaze.

Unable to suppress a laugh, Luna lifted her turban, put on her helmet, mounted the Lynx, looked down at Bell, and said.

"You male cat are so boring, I'm not as fun as you female cat."

Luna's words were pointed, making Bell blush even more.

Bell is kind, principled, and pure-hearted as a cat. After spending these days together, Luna is not unaware of his hidden feelings for her.

To be honest, Luna doesn't have a bad impression of Bell, but the problem with this guy is that he's too innocent.

If you don't even dare to confess your feelings, even if a girl is willing to give you a chance, you still have to express your feelings first!

What a useless, cowardly cat!

Luna cursed under her breath, then stopped looking at Bell, rode her Lynx onto the track, and prepared to compete against her new opponent.

As the horn sounded, two lynxes charged toward their opponent, spurred on by the knight's whip.

Luna's opponent was clearly a master. In two clashes, Luna did not gain the upper hand. In fact, due to exhaustion, her shield was hit and she lost three points.

Once again, they missed each other, and the two knights took their positions, ready for their final showdown.

According to the rules of mounted combat, if a knight fails to defeat his opponent after three charges, the winner will be determined by the score.

Luna has already lost three points, and she has no other choice but to risk attacking her opponent's helmet or body to gain at least three points in order to have any chance of winning.

And the opponent is clearly aware of this as well.

The horn sounded again, and Luna lay on the lynx, feeling her heartbeat and breathing almost blend into the lynx mount beneath her.

Her eyes seemed to be burning, her anger igniting her blood, and her adrenaline surged rapidly.

The time between the charges seemed to slow down, as did the opponent's movements. Luna swiftly and accurately struck the opponent's helmet, scoring ten points.

A roar erupted from the high platform beside the arena as countless noblewomen stood up and cheered for the female knight's victory.

They were unrestrained and didn't even care that the male cats around them would take the opportunity to put their hands inside their skirts and take advantage of them.

Luna, having won again, relaxed mentally, but the physical strength she had expended using her rage made it difficult for her to maintain her sitting posture.

She suddenly went limp and slid off the lynx's back, but one of her feet was still stuck in the stirrup, causing her to be dragged along the ground by the frightened lynx.

The cheers from the platform hadn't even died down before they turned into cries for help and screams.

Bell, who had been keeping an eye on Luna, rushed into the arena immediately and stood in front of the Lynx mount.

"Mother Earth, grant me power! The divine authority of gravity!"

Bell's cat-like eyes burned, instantly turning golden.

The orange cat, which is 50 centimeters tall, charged at the lynx, which is 120 centimeters tall at the shoulder, without hesitation, and the two collided violently.

A huge cloud of dust billowed up, and the noble cats on the platform couldn't help but stand up, wanting to see what was happening inside the dust as soon as possible.

The spring breeze blew away the dust, and the lynx mount was overturned to the ground by a huge force, whimpering in confusion, dizzy and not knowing what it had just experienced.

Bell had already hugged Luna and asked cautiously.

Are you alright?

Luna opened her eyes weakly, looked at Bell's worried expression, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then she touched his face with heartache.

"You idiot, why did you crash into that frightened, runaway mount? Are you out of your mind?"

"It's alright, as long as you're alright, I'm tough."

"What a big fool."

The surrounding high platform fell silent for a moment, then erupted into cheers even louder than before.

The wealthy ladies who enjoyed reading romance novels felt like they were suffocating; several had even fainted from excitement in their seats, being held tightly by their male companions.