Durandal's gaze was completely drawn to the cat in Najenda's tent.
She had petted no small number of cats, including exceptional ones like Stan, but the cat before her now seemed even prettier than Stan.
It was not merely an illusion caused by Durandal not having seen a cat in months. This truly was... the most beautiful cat she had ever seen.
Its snow-white fur was utterly spotless. Though she had not yet reached out to pet it, based on Durandal's many years of cat-petting experience, the white fur on this cat had to be softer than even the finest cushion.
Its two ears were fluffy, standing upright as though trying to look cool, like two tiny triangles!
Beneath those ears was a pair of absolutely "world-class," watery eyes watching her warily.
Durandal was thoroughly captivated by its beauty. For the first time, she even felt greedy, wanting to claim it for herself.
But why was there a cat here?
Over the past dozen days, she had been in constant contact with Najenda, yet she had never seen a cat by her side. Had it wandered over from nearby? That seemed unlikely too... This was a military camp, with so many soldiers around. How could an ordinary cat have slipped in?
Not even a Danger Beast could have done that!
Still, Durandal did not dwell on it any further. No matter how strange it was... it was only a cat. And an incredibly adorable one at that.
Unable to resist, Durandal walked toward the cat.
"Wait, General Durandal!"
The moment Najenda saw Durandal set her sights on the white cat, her expression changed. This was no real cat, but the pink-haired girl from earlier transformed through an Imperial Arms.
If she fell into Durandal's hands, she might be exposed!
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