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 -

Walking back and forth inside, Clay was stopped several times by his facial acquaintance.

And each time I turned away, and cared not to turn away from them.

The good inhabitants here may cover me if anything.

Everything has changed, but this is my home town, I didn't want to bother you inside.

After a short walk, there was a house around high ground.

They say that's Clay's home. Standing on the front door, he went inside when he knocked on the door vigorously.

"What, Clay?! I'm glad you're home, but suddenly you'll be surprised when you come in!

"Right now. Is Civette awake?

Ignoring protests and such, Clay spoke quickly of people's names.

Speaking of which, I didn't ask. She says her sister is named Sibet.

"Brother...?

"Micha, Civet! If your brother found a good place, why don't you move in with him? There's a wonder you can eat sea fish!

A weak girl's voice echoed from the back room.

When the child opened the door and appeared, the unintentional strike shook my heart.

Nature and the town have all lost their former appearance, but the girl there was a beautiful cat human with a grey blue fur.

That figure reminded me of my sister-in-law and my father-in-law.

"Is that true?

"It's none of your business!

"My cousins are taking care of Civet, remember me?

"Civette, your brother's back. ♪ This is a souvenir."

Clay's sister actually existed.

Even that fact-checking I drove to the depths of my head and kept staring at a girl thin and small with a suspicious cat human in a hood.

Clay's sayings are thirteen dried Azilfish picked inside.

Thanks to this, we had a fishy line.

"Wow... thanks brother... fish, everyone inside will be happy..."

"No, I procured this for Civet, and I lowered my head, which I don't normally lower to a sketchy rabbit, and I got good luck, and Civet eats it all!

"Brother, you can't eat Civet so much..."

"Then half the time."

It's good to know you can't put me on the books, Clay.

I've come to that. That's how you are and you're tickling the catch from the Barneys, I see...

"Yep... still, like a lot..."

"Hey Clay, by the way, who's the guy there?

"Micha, I did! This is Electrum Bell... it's a pseudonym for that legendary cat who will never die."

I immediately turned my back and was baffled by Clay's arbitrariness.

We are no longer in a situation where we can lay the figure of our late sister-in-law on a weak cat named Sibet.

"What, but he's dead, isn't he?!?

"If he's alive, does this look like he's dead?"

"Your brother's admirer..."

I don't trust this nature of breaking promises to people easily, these things about Clay.

The natural value of keeping promises is missing......

More than this has happened, I just had to lower my hood and bow.

"I now call myself Electrum Bell. We're going to hang out with Clay's selfishness there this time, Mr. Civette, and I'm here to pick you up."

"Then Myan will go, too!

"I didn't call Micha!

Clay's cousin was the same brown hairy individual he was.

For catfish, Nyanish conditions are no longer equal to ideal homes. I also know how you feel about wanting to get on with the story.

"We're going too!

"It's sloppy, Clay, if there's a place like that, why didn't you just shut up!

But the cats inside came in from the outside.

It was a miscalculation. You must have followed us by smelling the big dry stuff...

"I didn't even call you guys!! You can get on your own by Hitochi!!

"Oh, brother... you can't say that..."

…… That's true, too. Sibet's right. Your brother was wrong. "

"Who are you..."

"I'm sorry, ancestor, because when it comes to Civet, it's always like this."

It's chaotic. Behind our backs is a big chorus with fish fish and sea fish, where the catfish inside go themselves.

Shut up, so I decided to do something about the guys behind me.

"There's no reason to refuse to emigrate my countrymen, but what do you do with life inside?

"This is Master Bereto! It's okay there, rather because of the lack of war, cathumans are increasing the number of individuals. I thought immigrants would convince their current directors!

So I remembered Migo.

The idiot disciple I raised killed the chief of the ancient knowledge, too.

If I hadn't planted the importance of survival, Migo would have disappeared in battle.

That is an undaunted theory of results. Even without Migo, other assassins served their purpose. Still no more guilt.

"Now let's hear Mr. Sibet's opinion first. If you don't mind, well, you're going to come and see me, why don't you come inside me? The water is beautiful and the pharmacists are there, and there is a good environment for health care."

"Um... well, if it's not bothering you... Civette wants to go... in the middle of all the fish..."

Then it's settled. It will change your plans for your return slightly, but it will not change what you do to try to increase the number of immigrants.

This is a self-appeal of the species to which I belong, but cat humans excel as a snack but as a workforce.

Anyway, he was clever and agile, so he was appropriate for a variety of professions other than hard work.

"Mia, I'm relieved you said that! There are so many interesting people over there! I'll absolutely love Civet, I guarantee 100%."

"Brother... embarrassed, too stuck... so..."

If this happens, let's go to the current manager.

If you don't get permission, you'll be able to rub it into mischief......