Generally speaking, cats seemed more delicate and harmless than dogs. Most people would not pay attention to a cat, whereas dogs... since dogs were easily trained, many people were far more wary of them than cats.
On top of that, cats were cleaner, which made Chelsea prefer them even more.
But now, it seemed she had outsmarted herself.
The moment Durandal stopped walking, Chelsea did not dare linger any longer. After all, the person before her was the renowned General Durandal.
Although Durandal was not showing any hostility at the moment, Chelsea still felt an immense pressure. She did not want to remain in front of her for even a second, so she seized the chance and rushed toward the tent exit.
But... just as she was about to make it outside, Durandal suddenly reached out and grabbed her.
She was so fast that Chelsea had no time to react at all.
One second Chelsea had been sprinting, and the next, Durandal had caught her with both hands and pulled her straight into her arms.
Durandal held the white cat and stroked her fluffy fur. The feel of it was simply beyond words. Not only was this the most beautiful cat she had ever seen, but it also had the best fur.
Although the white cat struggled in her arms, seemingly trying to break free from Durandal's grasp, she obviously could not do it.
Against the strongest Valkyrie, Chelsea had no ability to resist whatsoever. She could only let Durandal's hands roam all over her body.
"General Durandal, this cat..."
Seeing the white cat struggle fruitlessly in Durandal's arms before falling into despair, Najeta could not help trying to dissuade her. She had never expected this member of the Revolutionary Army to fall into Durandal's hands in such a manner.