Now it was suddenly gone, and they told her this wasn't a cat but a person! How could that be!?
She refused to acknowledge that the white cat was Chelsea. The white cat was her cat, and no one could take it away.
Not even Chelsea herself!
"All nice and clean!"
After washing the white cat that Chelsea had turned into, Durandal quickly wrapped her in a prepared towel before carrying her out of the bathroom.
After staying home for a day, Durandal held the white cat and returned to the army through Sirin's portal early the next morning. Only then did she lead the soldiers onward on their return journey.
Besides, before coming here, Durandal had prepared quite a lot of cat food. But after hesitating for a long while... she had also prepared plenty of food that humans liked.
Of course, Durandal had not made any of it herself. Rita had helped prepare it.
This white cat was Chelsea. Although she had turned into a cat, her diet still needed to be adjusted a little, and Durandal's original plan to tame her needed some slight revisions as well.
Whether cats or people, Durandal believed that... once they became her pets, they would eventually do so willingly.
Chelsea was, after all, an Imperial Arms user, so Durandal was a little uneasy about handing her over to someone else. She could only carry her herself.
Even while marching!
At that moment, Durandal held the white cat in one arm and guided her horse with the other, riding side by side with Najeta and Esdeath. She did not care what others thought.
"General Durandal, isn't this a little inappropriate?"
Najeta rode beside Durandal, looking at the white cat in her arms with a growing headache. What even was this situation!?