"Roar, hahaha~ Hahaha~ Heeheehee~ Hehehe!"
"Little kitties like you were born for me to gobble up! Hehehe~"
"Struggle all you want! It's no use!"
"Mwah~ Mwah~ Mwah~ Mwah~"
Alusair held the magical cat and planted kisses all over the adorable kitty's face, looking both brazen and unhinged.
"Wah! Are you... nuts?" the magical cat named Yuumi cried miserably.
The princess gripped Yuumi by the neck and kept squishing and petting the magical cat, completely ignoring the pitiful wails.
Outside, Charlotte was desperately trying not to laugh. She clamped a hand over her mouth and tugged Aaron's sleeve, laughing so hard that tears spilled from her eyes.
Aaron looked thoroughly exasperated. He wanted to laugh a little too, but his instinct to stay alert even in peaceful times quickly warned him that he had witnessed something he was never meant to see!
Am I going to be assassinated by the Queen's Blade tomorrow?
Am I going to be convicted of treason tomorrow for stepping into the Royal Palace with my right foot first?
At that thought, Aaron helplessly backed away a few steps. Taking Charlotte's hand, he asked her what on earth was going on.
How could Alusair behave so strangely? This utterly shattered her image!
Everyone knew that Alusair always presented herself as an iron-fisted autocrat. She made almost every decision entirely on her own and rarely asked anyone else's opinion. Moreover, although her position as regent was broadly legitimate, it still carried something of the shadow of a coup.
Under those circumstances, Alusair governed as a classic charismatic leader, relying on extraordinary qualities, personal magnetism, and the power to inspire.
Such leaders always needed to maintain an image of being above the crowd. They needed the public to believe that their intelligence towered above that of ordinary people, and