The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Dekan was somewhat puzzled.

(Shouldn't it be me and Morion in one group, and Cornelia and Nyanko-sensei in another?)

Dekan seemed to want to say something, but Morion showed no intention of handing him a pen and paper.

Meanwhile, the cat teacher jumped onto Morion's head, as if determined to be in Morion's group.

(When did you, you little rascal, become so close to that old fox...?)

Dekan really wanted to complain.

But it seems that my cat has its own ideas.

I just felt helpless.

Dekan and Cornelia exchanged a glance.

I didn't dwell on it too much.

They each slept on either side of the spacious bed.

Then they all fell asleep very quickly.

It was confirmed that both of them had fallen asleep.

Morion and the cat teacher began to communicate.

Morion sat at his desk, while Mr. Cat lay on the desk, scribbling away.

It began to tutor Morion one-on-one, making up for the plot points Morion had missed.

These are all stories it got from Cornelia when it was with her.

"The first chapter begins with the boy meeting the girl. Back then, they were two people—no, Cornelia was still human, but Dekan was no longer quite human..."

171. Cat Teacher and Morion were completely satisfied.

In the late night at the mansion, in this room filled with classical charm, Morion sat quietly under the surrounding lights, head bowed, reading the story that his cat teacher had written for him on paper.

The person and the cat were communicating efficiently without saying a word.

The only sounds in the quiet room were the soft rustling of pens on paper and the gentle, steady breathing of Dekan and Cornelia.

I don't know how much time has passed.

"That's the story so far, meow."

Teacher Cat lay on the table and finished writing the last stroke.

Morion nodded.

He wore a satisfied expression.

And I'm really looking forward to the next part of the story.

He turned and looked at Dekan and Cornelia, who were sleeping soundly on the bed like babies, and felt relieved.

Morion checked on the two of them every now and then to see if they had woken up.

He was worried that as he watched the story, Dekan would suddenly appear behind him and stare at him with a terrifying expression.

Morion had great faith in Decan's ability to do such a thing.

Fortunately, it's alright.

Perhaps it was because Dekan and Cornelia could sense each other's presence that they felt exceptionally safe, even in the most dangerous place in this sixth-order shadow world.

Morion took the pen from the cat teacher, and while doing so, ruffled the cat teacher's hair like Dekan had done, and wrote on the paper:

"By the way, Mr. Cat, I've had a question from the very beginning: why do you always add 'meow' to the end of your sentences?"

Morion had been puzzled since nightfall.

But I held back from asking.

However, when the cat teacher saw Morion's question, he immediately waved his front paws and angrily snatched the pen from Morion's hand.

"Meow meow meow! Mind your own business! This is my habit, meow!"

Teacher Cat carefully wrote these words on the paper.

He seemed quite angry at Morion's questioning.

Morion smiled helplessly, then wanted to pat the cat teacher's head again.

But this time, the cat teacher dodged it.

I won't let him touch me anymore.

Just as they were making a little noise, Dekan rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed.

While Dekan was still half asleep, Morion and the cat teacher quickly reached an agreement and hid all the papers on the table.

"?"

Dekan looked at them with a puzzled expression.

(Were you guys just criticizing me?)

Dekan stared at the desk with a hint of disdain and said softly.

Teacher Cat and Morion both shook their heads.

(Oh.)

Judging from their slightly exaggerated reaction, Dekan was certain that they had just made a sharp critique of themselves.

However, Dekan didn't care about these things.

He doesn't really care as long as people aren't gossiping about him like little girls.

No longer paying attention to the scoundrel cat and the old fox, Dekan turned his gaze to the clock hanging on the wall.

Although it was still a bit early, it was not far from midnight.

(So, want to switch shifts?)

Morion asked softly.

Dekan shook his head and looked at Cornelia, who was still fast asleep.

(Let her sleep a little longer.)

"!"

Seeing Dekan's gentle gaze and tone, Morion couldn't help but pick up Cat Teacher, who also became extremely excited, waving his limbs.

"..."

Dekan frowned as he looked at the man and the cat.

Are you trying to express opposition or agreement?

And are you happy or sad?

Dekan felt that ever since Cat Teacher and Morion became close, he sometimes inexplicably acted as if he had a serious illness.

Dekan: (You guys really do have a prejudice against me, don't you?)

Cat Teacher: (No meow.)

Morion: (How could that be? Those who have a grudge against you are either already in the underworld or are probably in the queue.)

......

The three of them chatted quietly for a while, and then Dekan saw that it was almost time.

So Dekan walked to the other side of the bed and gently patted Cornelia's slender shoulder.

"..."

Cornelia opened her eyes, as if she were ready to go into battle at any moment.

However, when she saw Dekan's expression, she immediately relaxed.

Even the drowsiness is starting to return.

(Go to the sofa; you can rest a little longer if you're sleepy.)

"Dekan said."

Cornelia nodded, quickly got out of bed, and then quietly sat down on the sofa.

Late at night.

Morion and the cat teacher quickly went to lie down and rest.

Meanwhile, Dekan and Cornelia sat together on the sofa, keeping watch.

Actually, Morion and Cat Teacher are at a disadvantage.

Because it's impossible to predict when Countess Lislina might knock on their door in the middle of the night to report on the completion of their mission.

However, Teacher Cat is a night owl by nature, and he can also drift along in Dekan's shadow during the day.

Since Morion was being unusually kind, Dekan didn't bother to investigate the reason, even if he didn't know it.

These two just want to say bad things about him together.

Time passed second by second.

The room was even quieter than before.

Cornelia seemed a little sleepy; having just woken up in the middle of the night, she easily drifted back to sleep.

So she leaned back on the sofa and dozed off, and as she did so, she tilted her head and rested it on Dekan's shoulder.

Dekan simply sat quietly, motionless like a chess piece.

He stared at the paintings on the wall of the room, seemingly deep in thought.

"..."

It seems to be an intuition.

Dekan always felt like he was being watched.