As Durandal bathed her, Chelsea lay completely still, as if she had given up all hope.
Chelsea had utterly lost the will to live!
She had thought that turning back would mean death at worst. Yet she had never expected Durandal to be this excessive, forcing her to remain a cat. She had not died, but she had to live as a cat. This was too much!
She was a person, not a cat!
But what could she do? Durandal was simply too terrifying! She had clearly prepared herself to die rather than submit, yet her body and soul refused to cooperate.
She had finally seen through it. What glorious knight? Durandal was just a pervert who liked cats!
At that moment, Durandal had no idea what Chelsea was thinking, and even if she did, she would not have cared much. Between an adorable cat and a girl, anyone could choose with their eyes closed.
How could a girl be more fun than a cat?
Normally... Durandal would not force someone to become a cat for her to keep, because that really was a little excessive. But the situation now was... she had not known this cat had been a person. Such an adorable cat—she had already planned how she would care for it over the next few years.
And now it was suddenly gone, and she was being told it was not a cat but a person! How could that be acceptable!?
She refused to acknowledge that the white cat was some Chelsea. The white cat was her cat, and no one could take it away.
Not even Chelsea herself!
"All nice and clean!"
After washing the white cat Chelsea had become, Durandal quickly took out a prepared bath towel, wrapped the white cat in it, and carried her