Looking at the beautiful young girl before her, her clothes completely soaked and making her especially alluring, Durandal stared at her coldly and ordered,
"Huh? What?"
Chelsea hadn't heard Durandal clearly. Or rather, she subconsciously felt that she must have misheard.
"I said, change back immediately!"
Staring at her coldly, Durandal spoke again.
"Ch-Change back?"
This time, Chelsea was sure she hadn't misheard, but she would rather have been wrong.
What was that supposed to mean?
"Turn back into a white cat! Right now! Immediately!"
Without giving Chelsea time to think, Durandal's forceful tone allowed no refusal.
"I'll change your—"
Chelsea was so furious that she laughed, just about to curse Durandal out. But the next moment, she felt the terrifying pressure emanating from Durandal. Chelsea felt as though she were out at sea in a raging storm, or standing at the edge of a bottomless abyss.
She fell silent. This terror that seemed to grip both body and soul made Chelsea feel utterly insignificant before Durandal.
She wanted to resist, but both her body and soul refused.
"Fine! I'll change!"
Gritting her teeth, Chelsea helplessly gave in!
She took out her Imperial Arm and turned back into a white cat.
Only then did that terrifying aura disappear, and Chelsea, back in her white cat form, couldn't help gulping down breath after breath of air.
Durandal's cold expression gradually softened, and she smiled again as she continued bathing the white cat before her... or rather, Chelsea.
Imperial Idol
As Durandal bathed her, Chelsea remained motionless as though she had given up entirely.
Chelsea had completely lost all will to live!
She had thought that changing back would mean death at worst, but she hadn't expected Durandal to be so excessive, forcing her to keep being a cat. She hadn't