Reincarnation Monarch

"Look, it's dried meat. Eat up, huh?

When the man took out a small wipe bag made of animal leather that he had nodded from his nose, he loosened the ties tying the mouth of the bag and removed a piece of dried meat from inside, offering it to Elle's nose.

When Elle could not hesitate to eat it, it looked delicious.

"Seeing how much I'm used to humans, you're your cat, aren't you?

Then Elle groaned in her chest without speaking out.

(... disrespectful to this Elvis... well I do say he's at the Schneider house... well even if he keeps his mouth shut, he gets a meal every day, and if he finds out, the bathroom is cleaned nicely...)

Elle tried to self-justify herself in her mind, but when she thought about it, she just thought about it, and fell into the throat.

"And I didn't know you looked perfectly fine falling from that height... of course you knew cats were light, but you didn't think it was okay to be fat and full like you"

The man said smiling and admiring as he stroked Elle's head.

But Elle gave me her upper lip, and she looked so unpleasant.

(... This guy is fat and fat enough for me! I can't forgive you! I've been on a desperate diet lately because Gaius doesn't like me any more! And I'm pretty sure I lost weight once! I didn't know you'd cut that off if you were fat enough in a nutshell! My efforts so far, young man!

Elle's wrathful inner body, a total stranger, took out another piece of dry meat with a grin on his face and offered it to Elle's nose.

Though Elle thought he would let his anger spit him out, he remembered that he was no longer allowed to fail any more, and weighed himself heavily and drained his flesh.

(Eh, I'll give you a painful look when everything's done.)

When Elle decided so to her heart, she mumbled and cheeked the dried meat.

The man moved his gaze to the embassy in front of him, looking gladly at the appearance.

Then, as soon as possible, the man's face became rugged.

The man glanced at the embassy for a while as he continued to gently stroke Elle's head.

Elle looked up at the man dried and flesh on his cheeks, laughing shiatsu inside.

(Hmm. Again, as I thought, this guy looks like the enemy of the Lennons that Shester calls him. But... is he alone? You don't have company, do you? ……

Elle looked around and confirmed.

(... I don't think he's around here... is this guy a lookout and his people are somewhere else?... but then how do we get in touch with our people if the embassy has a move?... No or should this guy be considered a lone wolf...)

Then the man asked Elle from above, suddenly with a tender grin.

"What does your name say? I don't know... but will you excuse me for a moment?

And the man revealed his own identity.

"My name is Ortes. Even if I look like this, I'm a low-englishman in my mid-thirties."