But it was obvious that Durandal and she were not the same kind of person.
As Durandal spoke with Najeta, she occasionally took out the little snacks Rita had made and fed them to Chelsea in her arms.
Although Chelsea was very unwilling, she was forced to eat them in the end. Once the food entered her mouth... Chelsea's feelings became even more complicated.
The dried fish from before had already been wonderful, but Rita's snacks were even more delicious. She felt that she would probably never stop thinking about these foods in the future.
Trying to win her over with delicious food? She would never surrender.
Still, she had to eat. Only when she was full would she have a better chance to escape.
Though sometimes, being Durandal's cat felt rather nice. It was practically an emperor's luxury—this famous Imperial general attended to her no matter what she did.
Durandal fed her personally, and the food was different every day, yet without exception, it was all incredibly delicious. Besides that, Durandal had to make her happy every day and take meticulous care of her.
She was afraid that if she was not careful, she would completely fall into this comfortable life.
No, no! She still had something very important to do. This was not the time to enjoy herself. She had to overthrow this rotten Empire and help the Revolutionary Army establish the peaceful world she dreamed of.
Still, Durandal was not really that bad...
Well, from a cat's perspective, she was simply perfect.
Nothing else changed afterward. After more than ten days on the march with her army, Durandal finally returned to the Imperial Capital. Just as Durandal had said before, she seemed even more popular than usual while holding a cat.
Perhaps people felt that the