Cat Teacher and Morion Were Completely Satisfied

In the late night at the mansion, in this room filled with classical charm, Morion sat quietly under the surrounding lights, head bowed, reading the story that his Cat Teacher had written for him on paper.

The person and the cat were communicating efficiently without saying a word.

The only sounds in the quiet room were the soft rustling of pens on paper and the gentle, steady breathing of Dekan and Cornelia.

I don't know how much time passed.

"That's the story so far, meow."

Cat Teacher lay on the table and finished writing the last stroke.

Morion nodded.

A satisfied expression appeared on his face.

And I'm really looking forward to what's to come.

He turned and looked at Dekan and Cornelia, who were lying on the bed sleeping like babies, and felt relieved.

Morion checked on the two of them every now and then to see if they had woken up.

He was worried that as he read the story, Dekan would suddenly appear behind him and stare at him with a Terror expression.

Morion had complete faith in Dekan's ability to do such a thing.

Fortunately, it's alright.

Perhaps it was because Dekan and Cornelia could sense each other's presence that they felt exceptionally safe, even in the most dangerous place in this sixth-order Shadow World.

Morion took the pen from the Cat Teacher, and while doing so, ruffled the Cat Teacher's hair like Dekan had done, and wrote on the paper:

"Cat Teacher, I've had a question from the very beginning: why do you always add 'meow' to the end of your sentences?"

Morion had been puzzled since nightfall.

But I held back from asking.

However, upon seeing Morion's question, the Cat Teacher instantly brandished its front paws and angrily snatched the pen from Morion's hand.

"Meow meow meow! Mind your own business! This is my habit, meow!"

Cat Teacher carefully controlled the pen and forcefully wrote these words on the paper.

He seemed quite angry at Morion's questioning.

Morion smiled helplessly, wanting to pat the Cat Teacher's head again.

But this time, the Cat Teacher dodged it.

I won't let him touch me anymore.

Just as they were making a little noise, Dekan rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed.

Taking advantage of Dekan's momentary drowsiness, Morion and the Cat Teacher quickly reached an agreement and hid all the papers on the table.

"?"

Dekan looked at them with a puzzled expression.

(Were you guys just criticizing me?)

Dekan stared at the desk with a hint of disdain and said softly.

Cat Teacher and Morion both shook their heads.

(Oh.)

Judging from their slightly exaggerated reaction, Dekan was certain that they had just made a sharp critique of themselves.

However, Dekan didn't care about these things.

He doesn't really care as long as people aren't gossiping about him like little girls.

No longer paying attention to the scoundrel cat and the old fox, Dekan turned his gaze to the clock hanging on the wall.

Although it was still a bit early, it was not far past midnight.

(So, want to switch shifts?)

Morion asked softly.

Dekan shook his head and looked at Cornelia was still fast asleep.

(Let her sleep a little longer.)

"!"

Seeing Dekan's gentle gaze and tone, Morion couldn't help but pick up Cat Teacher Cat Teacher, who also became extremely excited, waving his limbs.

"..."

Dekan frowned as he looked at the man and the cat.

Are you expressing opposition or agreement?

And are you happy or sad?

Dekan felt that ever since Cat Teacher and Morion became close, he sometimes inexplicably acted as if he had a serious illness.

Dekan: (So you guys really do have a prejudice against me, don't you?)

Cat Teacher: (No meow.)

Morion: (How could that be? Those who have a grudge against you are either already in the Underworld or probably in the queue.)

The three of them chatted quietly for a while, then Dekan noticed it was almost time.

So Dekan walked to the other side of the bed and gently patted Cornelia's slender shoulder.

"..."

Cornelia opened her eyes, as if she were ready to go into battle at any moment.

However, when she saw Dekan's expression, she immediately relaxed.

My drowsiness even started to return.

(Go to the sofa; you can rest a little longer if you're sleepy.)

Dekan said.

Cornelia nodded, quickly got out of bed, and quietly sat down on the sofa.

Late at night.

Morion and the Cat Teacher quickly went to lie down and rest.

Meanwhile, Dekan and Cornelia sat together on the sofa, keeping watch.

Actually, Morion and Cat Teacher are at a disadvantage.

Because it's impossible to predict when Countess Lisilina might knock on their door in the middle of the night to report on the mission's progress.

However, Cat Teacher is a night owl by nature, and can also coast along in Dekan's shadow during the day.

Since Morion was being unusually kind, Dekan didn't bother to investigate the reason, even if he didn't know it.

These two just want to say bad things about him together.

Time passed second by second.

The room was even quieter than before.

Cornelia seemed a little sleepy; having just woken up in the middle of the night, she easily drifted back to sleep.

So she leaned back on the sofa and dozed off, and as she did so, she tilted her head and rested it on Dekan's shoulder.

Dekan simply sat quietly, motionless like a chess piece.

He gazed at the paintings on the room's wall, seemingly lost in thought.

"..."

It seems to be an intuition.

Dekan always felt like someone was watching him.

He scanned the room with his eyes and quickly noticed—

Morion and the Cat Teacher, who were lying in bed, were secretly watching him!

Dekan: (You guys aren't asleep?)

Cat Teacher & Morion: (Falling asleep.)

Dekan: "..." (MDZZ)

Until a bluish-gray light appeared outside the window.

Although the sky was still dark, it already foreshadowed the approach of dawn.

"Knock knock."

There was finally a knock on the bedroom door.

Then Countess Lisilina's voice came from outside the door:

"My lord, I'm sorry we only caught three people tonight."

Not long after, Morion opened his eyes while lying in bed, but he showed no intention of getting up.

He replied:

"You've done very well. It's almost dawn, go and rest. Have your retinue take mine to interrogate these humans."

Hearing Morion's voice from the sofa, Dekan frowned and looked at Morion lying down.

Morion had already closed his eyes and gone back to sleep.

What do you mean?

Not planning to go?

Are you going to hide in your room and rest and sleep, while Cornelia and I do the work?

It's understandable that the noble vampire marquis avoids daytime activities.

But Dekan felt that Morion seemed to be exploiting his teammates' labor?

This person should just accept the cash!

He deserved to be beaten to death by his father!