191 – Cats and Terror
– If I don’t listen, I’ll be caught by the inquisitors and taken to the church’s torture room?
Children who don’t listen have probably heard this from their parents since they were young.
Of course, when children get to a certain age, they realize the reality and rebel, saying things like, ‘Why is there a torture chamber in the church?’ Or ‘Inquisitors only arrest heretics!’
This is a common sense story.
What kind of place is the church?
The church is a place that worships Deus, the giver, and gives everything according to his teachings.
Why would there be a torture chamber in the basement of such a warm and cozy church?
Even if there is a torture chamber, why can’t screams be heard?
No matter how afraid children are of church, if they ask such questions one by one, they will quickly overcome their fear.
Things like torture chambers and heresy interrogators are treated as mere rumors.
“Keuuu!”
Deus Church Liechten Branch.
An interrogation room located deep underground.
The cloth filled with the man’s mouth served as an excellent buffer that prevented his screams from escaping.
Screams that cannot be heard fill the interrogation room.
In contrast to the groaning sounds, the inside of the interrogation room was dark.
Only the light bulb that illuminates the subject of interrogation is left on.
The interrogator’s face or form is hidden in shadow and is not visible.
“I recommend that you speak properly.”
However, his voice was young.
No. It would be more accurate to say that he is young.
It is the clear voice of a boy, as if it had been deformed.
The boy spoke in a voice that sounded like jade beads rolling around.
“The whip only hurts, but doesn’t really hurt the body. But what about these slightly heavier weapons?”
After the cheerful voice of a door-to-door salesman explaining a new product.
— Whoa whoa!
A dull sound rang out.
“Keuuu!”
Is it an internal injury?
The cloth the torturer was holding in his mouth was stained red.
“Don’t you feel like talking now?”
There was a sound of a bright smile. It was a boy’s voice.
The person being interrogated, or rather tortured, trembled as if he could see the boy’s face.
“uuup!”
The man flailed and shook his body as if trying to back away.
— Clap, Clap, Clap!
However, the chains restraining him prevented his violent movements.
His wrists and ankles are turning red.
— Jerbeok
The boy took a step forward towards the man.
The pale sunlight coming through the iron bars dimly illuminates the boy’s face.
A good-looking boy with dark blonde hair and white skin.
The girl’s mouth slowly opened.
“… “You lack faith.”
“Eub-boo!”
“Still don’t feel like talking? Who is it for?”
The boy’s question.
The man moved his eyes violently and pointed to the cloth in his mouth.
“Ahahahahaha! It was my mistake. You put this in your mouth. “That’s why I can’t speak.”
It is a refreshing and pleasant sound of laughter.
It was a kind of laughter that was far removed from the dark atmosphere of the interrogation room.
The boy took a step closer to the man.
The light illuminated him and his impression was clearly revealed.
Small stature.
He is a boy with neatly blond hair that shows his forehead to a reasonable degree.
The boy was smiling brightly.
The boy asked as he casually removed the cloth covered in the man’s saliva and blood.
“Now, shall we listen to the story? About the pagans hiding in Liechten.”
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Ominousness often comes without warning.
It takes some time for the ‘witch hunt’ scenario to begin in earnest.
I decided to rest for a day and opened my eyes with the morning sunlight.
No. The problem was something other than the morning sunlight.
— Lick, lick!
For some reason, a cat was licking me.
“Wow! What is this!”
A loud scream escaped me without my knowledge.
You might think it’s too much for just playing with a cat, but…….
“Where on earth did you come in?”
There is no hole for this guy to fit in.
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— Lick lick!
Furthermore, this guy was f*cking my lips. I grabbed the guy by the back of his neck, pulled him away, and sighed.
Delong Delong.
It is a gentle cat that hangs on my hand and does not bite or attack once. Rather, the eyes looking up at me are affectionate, as if I had met my owner.
“…….”
I guess it might be popular with cats.
It is possible that he may have been active as a cat owner in his past life.
Or maybe it was something like catnip.
Anyway, this is truly a problem.
I got up from the bed, holding him with one hand and scratching his head.
“Who on earth is your master?”
Should we spend today finding the owner of this guy?
It doesn’t seem like a bad plan to spend leisurely.
First, I changed my pajamas. Meanwhile, the cat (he looks quite classy with black, neat fur) is staring at me or grooming his front paws.
‘As expected, it looks like a cat with an owner.’
The cat’s posture itself is quite noble.
The person who best suits that image is Sylvia.
There is a saying that pets resemble their owners.
However, I don’t think Sylvia will raise a cat… ….
For now, let’s just add it to the candidate list.
“Wait a minute.”
If we start our search with the assumption that pets resemble their owners…….
“Is it Danya?”
Should it be called paper in the first place? . The race value is close to that of a cat.
The color is very different because it is completely black.
This is also possible.
Danya is also friendly with animals.
“Let’s go first.”
I grabbed the guy by the back of his neck again.
— Meow!
The guy nodded as if he understood what I was saying.
It really seems like a spirit thing is a spirit thing.
I will find the owner properly.
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“Ah, we don’t raise cats in our occult research institute…!”
The first thing I visited was, of course, Rufina.
This decision was made based on the judgment that there was a high possibility that this cat was raised by this child, as there is a club room right below our floor.
“Of course I need a cat.”
Rufina’s eyes sparkled with greed.
— Hyaaa!
The cat let out a growl coming from the Danjeon.
You too feel a sense of crisis.
“Our club just ran out of research funds. Do you want to give us that?”
“No.”
“No… It’s the cat I originally raised. hehehehe.”
— Hyaaa!
Given the circumstances, there seems to be no way that Luffy or this guy is the owner.
No. I think she needs to be rescued even if she was the owner.
“Let’s go.”
“No, no! My cat!”
I left the screaming Rufina behind and left the building.
Scream.
The guy who jumps right on my shoulder.
“Don’t rub.”
I took a step forward, gently pushing the cat that was rubbing against my neck to the other side of my shoulder.
Where should we go now?
Danya, Silvia, and Lina come to mind as candidates.
All three of them come to the club room often or come in and out from time to time.
“The movement line may be a little longer…”
— Nyaooooong!
The cat cries for a long time as if he is happy.
Well, then it doesn’t matter.
I’m trying to take steps like that.
“Ian Black Angus!”
There was a girl running towards me from afar.
Ordinary brown hair that is smooth and shiny.
An armband called [Newspaper Department] Worn on one arm.
“Were you Brody? A regular at Snowflake Fruit.”
I remember this customer because he was particularly fond of snow fruit. The newspaper article this child wrote was also a great help in promoting the ‘Dessert Research Group.’
“I’m currently working in the newspaper department!”
Heh heh —! Brody looked up at me, catching his breath.
“Do you have anything to report on? If it’s related to the dessert research group, I’ll actively cooperate.”
To be honest, anything related to increasing sales is very welcome.
“No, it’s not like that, I’m just bored because there’s nothing to report on. It seems like a lot of incidents are happening near you.”
… What is this guy?
I think they treat me like a walking troublemaker.
‘If I think about it carefully, it seems like that.’
Ah. Come to think of it, Brody is the one who wanders around here and there as he is part of the newspaper department. This guy might have seen this cat before.
“Have you ever seen the owner of this cat?”
“Hmm.”
Brody narrowed his eyes and studied the cat.
As expected, since it is a newspaper department, there is some plausible information.
“It just looks like a stray cat.”
This guy has no eyes for cats.
Anyone can see that this is a quite luxurious breed of cat.
He is quite smart.
— Nyaaa!
A cat crying as if it agrees with my thoughts.
Brody, who was looking at that, snapped his finger! It bounced loudly.
“The number of stray cats has increased within the Academy these days. Could it be related to that?”
“The cat population is increasing?”
“Yes. It’s hard to say that the number of people giving food has increased, but the increase is steeper than that. For now, we’re just watching closely, but the student council is clearly aware of this fact.”
Hmm.
This is quite meaningful information.
“If it is not a natural population increase, who would think that cats are being released artificially?”
“… That’s right. Ian, you’re quite quick-witted.”
Yes, something sinister always happens after such an unusual event.
‘The reason the witch hunting episode intensified was clearly terrorism.’
There are many different methods of terrorism.
Cats and terrorism.
“… What an unsuitable combination.”
As I muttered to myself, the black cat just tilted its head.
Is the cat used for espionage ?