In a gathering place for stray cats in the Imperial Capital, a female general with an exceptionally high profile in the city was crouching down to feed them.
At that moment, around a dozen cats had gathered in front of Durandal, meowing incessantly. But their eyes were all fixed on the bag in her hand.
Inside was cat food with an irresistible appeal to felines.
"All right, all right! Don't rush. There's enough for everyone."
The meowing horde in front of her stood upright on their hind legs like humans, raising their front paws and staring up at her with their adorable little faces. Their uniquely charming, watery eyes gazed at her, and Durandal felt her heart melt. She was nothing like the powerful general she usually was; right now, she looked like a girl whose heart was overflowing with affection.
After all, the illustrious Durandal was a cat person, and cats were her natural enemy. Though she feared no one, she was always helpless in front of cats...
Without another thought, Durandal quickly took out the cat food she'd prepared and set it down in front of them. The cats immediately lowered their heads and began eating as if competing with one another.
Watching the adorable cats eat, Durandal gazed at them with a smile.
She didn't know why there were so many stray cats in the Imperial Capital. At first, she'd actually wanted to bring them all home and keep them.
But she worried she wouldn't be able to look after them all. After thinking it over, she decided against it. Still, even though she hadn't taken them home, Durandal came by from time to time to feed them.
It had been over a year since Najenda left the Empire. A lot had changed during that time,