Klein: "!!!"
"Meow!"
Help!
"Meow—!"
Someone's stealing the lucky cat—!
"Meow—!!"
Shopkeeper Tiga—!!
"Meow—!!!"
Miss Soren—!!!
"Meow—!!!!"
They're killing a cat, aaaaah—!!!!
The sudden attack and weightlessness of being picked up instinctively frightened Klein, especially since he was under the side effects of Black Cat's Bell. In terms of combat ability, he was not much different from a real black cat.
Hmm... well, he probably could not beat a real cat.
For that reason, Klein could only kick his legs and twist his body in a futile struggle, while letting out cries that grew sharper and more miserable by the second in an attempt to summon the Café's two strongest fighters.
Adam smiled as he listened to Klein howl for a while. Then he suddenly pinched Klein's muzzle shut, physically muting him, before saying in a deep voice:
"Heh heh~ Little thing, scream your throat raw if you want. No one will come save you."
Feeling the other man's hand move to his neck, Klein's eyes widened, and he immediately stopped struggling. However, his ears could not help flattening backward...
"Head Shopkeeper?"
Shopkeeper Tiga's voice sounded from behind him. Klein first sighed in relief, then his entire body stiffened.
Wait a second, what did Shopkeeper Tiga just say?
King Ultraman had arrived?
"Oh, isn't this Tiga? So you're the current shopkeeper of Backlund. How has work been lately?"
"Everything has gone smoothly. Backlund is as it always was."
"Mm, it seems what was meant to come is still coming..."
What was meant to come? What was that? Was something going to happen in Backlund too?
Come on, who taught you cryptic bastards your cultural studies?
What would happen if you just explained yourselves properly?!
While fuming, Klein raised his head and tried his best to see this head shopkeeper's face