Although the Eastern was his own ship, this was Arthur's first time aboard.
His busy daily life had led him to leave the Eastern's refit entirely to Malinda. Apart from the initial blueprint, Arthur had never had a chance to take a proper look at his ship. He had been especially eager to see the finished promenade deck he had "designed."
And the reality did not disappoint him.
"Pan, what do you think?
Isn't Daddy a genius?
Not only can you look down over the entire ship from here, you also get an unobstructed view of the sea!"
Arthur showed off to Pendragon.
Unfortunately, the cat was indifferent to the surrounding scenery. The ship's kitchen, however, kept drawing Pendragon's gaze.
The cat had smelled grilled fish.
The next moment, Arthur lifted Pan in front of him and began shaking the cat vigorously.
"You little rascal, do you want to play a game with Daddy?
Come on!
Daddy just thought of a fat-cat diving game. Want to play?
Of course you do, right?"
Arthur glared fiercely at his little kitty.
Just as Pan obligingly put on a pitiful expression, pleading to be spared, someone nearby suddenly spoke-
"You bastard, put that cute... no... obese... no, fat... that's not right either. Put that big cat down right now."
Arthur and Pendragon turned their heads at the same time.
Arthur and Pendragon had noticed the three newcomers on the promenade deck long ago, but neither man nor cat had paid any attention to three ordinary people.
Yet once one of them said that, Arthur remained unconcerned, while Pendragon could no longer ignore them.
The cat had never imagined that a person could insult a cat three times in a single sentence.
What do you mean, not cute?
What do you mean, fat?
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