Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

My peaceful and commonly noisy days flowed, and when raspberries began to ripen red in the surrounding woods, me and Clay set out into hiding.

"Are you crazy?"

"No, nothing"

I knew when I received the report.

So much so that even if Clay goes outside the junction, the ring of the contract will not perform its function. Totally...... he was a fluke like an old wildcat.

"If you can walk outside without any pain without my permission, you don't need that ring anymore. Why don't you throw it away?"

"Mia, there's no way I'm gonna do that. This is a memorable item with the big seniors, and I will never take it off."

Oh, man, I mean it from where to where.

I would have been taken more honestly if my actions had been reversed every time to mislead me......

"I often say it. Then spend the rest of your life with me."

"Micha, we'll do it."

I couldn't really see what soul gallbladder was hiding beneath this well-groomed smile at this stage.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

Me and Clay the Mudcat kept walking quietly through the woods.

First, we have to somehow cross that Tsu Great Wall, the Rosenline.

So what a classic undersleeve (...) the maneuver I used this time was.

Clay's suspicious connections and just a few gratuities were key to breaking through the Rosenline.

Let me explain. We first relied on the Baron of Cascade Hill to put us in his Chamber of Commerce carriage.

That way, the Great Wall of Tsu (Rosenline) in the south is dominated by the Demon Army moderates.

So Clay slapped his ear at the gatekeeper and paid for Wylo, as he was used to.

Then that was it, the carriage had no internal inspection, and it was easily intentional to break through the breakwater that was supposed to protect the demonic realm.

"Thank you for your help. That's right for the Baron... 'Thank you, I'll be with you in the bath next time', please tell me"

"Is it a bath...? Okay, I'll be sure to tell you what you say. But Lord Electrum, are you sure in a place like this...?

Through the Rosen Line in the south, it was a pioneering plain.

Moderate is an organization and region to which the warm demonic tribe prefers to belong.

Therefore, pioneering is also active, and is the richest in the demonic world in terms of food productivity.

"It's hard for the big Mia and the others, but cats have cats' feet."

Moving on from there for a while took me to the forest zone.

We walked a little into the woods, and we took them down from the carriage.

"I'm sorry I hate you guys, but that's why I'm here. Don't worry about me later."

"To the resumption of a great adventure for the two of us."

"Your chatter will accompany you again..."

"You're having fun, there's no way to put it that way, let's go Senior!

Well, that's why we went off the street and into the woods from there.

to find an affordable creature that is likely to be a vehicle.

The ideal is bicorn. My feet are fast, and my temper is rough, but I have stamina on top of being smart.

Comfortable riding, yes. Well, to the extent that I've previously told Reed boy that his butt hurts.

"Sarasu is a big senior! Is the high level of survival the secret to amazing viability?"

"How about... Well, what do you think? I've always thought I'd survived just bad luck, but now I don't think maybe there was another factor, but... no, it was an extra story"

A weak cat like me joined the battle yet lived for more than 300 years.

I still intend to have personally escaped my predicament desperately, but the fact alone would be a miracle that I can't clean up with one bad luck.

"Mia!? Don't say that. Tell me everything! I want to know everything about the big seniors!

"Is it to sell information? No, I'm coming anyway, Clay."

As I saddled and straddled the bicone, Clay rode into the back in a cat-human-like light industry.

We borrow its back and fly into the catfish.

"Mia?! This is so weird, my butt hurts!!

"It must be for my sister, be patient"

The art of antigravity is like being for me.

Bicone weight and load lightening brought incredible mobility to a row of cats.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

Inside the cat human is moderate territory, behind the mountains on its periphery.

Because we are a weak species, our fathers chose this area to defend themselves.

It has lived in obedience to the rulers of time, in depths far from urban areas, where no one wants to live.

The inner perimeter itself had rich and fruitful soils, but the journey to that point was despicable anyway.

Thus the second evening after the scars of the earth, we finally climbed through the mountains and reached the plains.

We feed Baikorn gratuities and continue along the trail that leads to Hidden Nyanish.

"Senior, why are you still wearing the hood?"

"You say harsh things to your questioner."

"Really?

"It would be annoying if I were to return. No reason to bother taking extra risks."

Inside the cat humans were changing again.

There is nowhere that matches the memory of when we were born and raised, and the previously divided settlements and settlements are connected by development, and the interior is vastly expanded.

"That's not true, we all believe in big seniors! Bereto Root Harthol Perbust is a cat human pride! One of the few things about cat human longevity! I sublimated you. You're amazing!

"Really? Why are you so obsessed with me..."

Doesn't sound like a lie. Maybe you mean it.

So it was this untrustworthy cat named Clay who was hiding another purpose.