The Empire's most popular female general personally rinsed her mouth and cleaned her fur, then... Rita served her the most delicious breakfast in the world.
All three meals a day were Emperor Class indulgences. Usually, Durandal also had to play with her, though she had no desire to play such childish games.
Recently, she had noticed that she seemed to have gained a little weight. It must have been an illusion, right?
Perhaps because Chelsea had escaped once before, Durandal watched her even more closely. Unable to find another chance to run away, Chelsea could only surrender to this gentle paradise.
She bit into a dessert indignantly. This was way too delicious!
But if she kept eating, she would definitely get fat. Restrain yourself!
Forget it... She had already eaten so much today. She would restrain herself tomorrow!
Wait, how many times had she said that already?
It didn't seem important.
Durandal lay on the sofa, one hand stroking the white cat on her thigh while the other held a book. Beside her was a cup of tea Rita had brewed not long ago. In addition to the tea, the table was inevitably filled with fruit and pastries.
As Durandal read, she occasionally picked up a thumb-sized fruit and popped it into her mouth. Life could not have been more comfortable.
Of course, sometimes Durandal would also feed fruit to the white cat, Chelsea.
Chelsea found it hard to refuse.
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Ai-chan: The boss really is taking it easy!
Just as Durandal was enjoying her leisurely time, Ai-chan's voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.
"Ai-chan? Do you need something?"
Durandal froze, stopping her petting.
Durandal was very surprised by Ai-chan's appearance, but whenever Ai-chan showed up, it meant something was about to happen.