Puer was genuinely hitting Kevin, swatting his head again and again with her paws.
Kevin merely covered his head, tucked his tail, and kept dodging. The sweltering Forging Room was now a scene of feline and canine chaos.
Ordinarily, of course, if a big golden retriever really wanted to deal with a little black cat, it could hardly have been simpler. One paw would pin the cat down and stop her antics.
Even if Puer could conjure fireballs, Kevin had now undone two layers of his seal, so it was hard to say which of them was stronger.
But Kevin had always indulged Puer. In fact, the one who spoiled her most in the family was not Kallen, but Kevin. After all, Kallen would never let Puer ride him like a horse, but the lord Evil God was willing-and never tired of it.
"Ahem..."
Only after Kallen walked in and coughed did the scuffle finally stop.
While Kallen had been away recently, Puer had been bored at home by herself and had inevitably eaten a little more to pass the time;
During her stay at the Manor with Kallen, the younger members of the family had revered her as their ancestor, and she had eaten no small amount of their "offerings";
So Puer had filled out considerably again. Now that she was puffing up in indignation, her head looked even rounder, and she was very cute.
Of course, most women disliked being described as "adorably chubby," even if they happened to be cats.
"Kallen, you be the judge! Stupid Dog is such a bully!"
She had clearly been the one to start hitting the dog, yet the cat still felt she needed someone to judge the matter.
"What happened?"
Kallen sat down on a nearby chair. The temperature was so