Elio, You Bad Cat!

"You're practically ready to take her out of the box."

Sera chuckled and waved her hand.

"I understand. Leave it to me, don't worry."

"Um."

Elio felt no sense of unfamiliarity and went straight to Sera's arms, finding a comfortable spot to lie down.

"...?"

Sera stared at it with wide eyes.

"Hey Elio, don't you cats have any sense of boundaries?"

"The boss should be considerate of his subordinates, meow."

Elio licked his paws, his cat face full of a matter-of-fact expression. With Sera carrying him through this timeline, he was already done for. As for the other timelines, he could only be envious, meow.

Sera instantly switched to a fighting expression, a serious look on her face, and lifted Elio up, saying fiercely.

"Elio, you naughty cat who wants to lie down!"

"Oh."

Elio's nonchalant expression and calm gaze inexplicably ignited Sera's anger. No! He, who wanted to slack off, had become the one leading the charge, while Elio, the cat who should have been busy, was left to slack off.

"Well..."

Sera had no choice but to abandon the lazy, good-for-nothing cat. He could only spoil his subordinate (companion). Sera himself didn't even notice the hint of doting in his helpless gaze.

After all, Elio has already worried too much about this galaxy; let it rest for a while. As its leader, he'll be in charge of recruiting future companions!

Sera gently scooped Elio back into her arms and stroked Elio head. It was surprisingly soft and cuddly; he clearly took good care of it.

Not only is its fur nice to touch, but Elio doesn't breathe. Sera has decided to rent out Elio so it can earn its own cat food.

Elio:?

Sera quickly finished his coffee and took out the Sirius, which he had decided to use as the base for the Stellaron Hunters. A huge figure appeared in an empty space in the Lost Soul Star Region, and Sera teleported there with Elio in his arms.

I casually entered the coordinates of Tianyi V, and the spaceship entered automatic cruise mode, beginning its journey along the star trail. The estimated time was exactly 11 a. m. that day.

Finding a location in the remaining ten minutes or so was incredibly easy for Sera, right? As the Herrscher of Corruption, Sera could instantly reach that coordinate in just 3 seconds.

A woman wearing a white shirt and purple stockings is walking gracefully towards them, carrying a knife.

He turned sideways, lifted his leg, and kicked open the room door with his booted foot.

"Who?!"

Dozens of 'demons' were discussing something around a conference table when they heard the commotion at the door. Their eyes all turned to Kafka, who had kicked the door open and entered.

"You are... Kafka!"

It's safe to say that every one of the demons recognized the woman before them—the recently rising demon hunter, Kafka, though she was infamous among them.

Do you all recognize me?

Kafka raised her submachine gun and smiled, a smile that sent chills down the spines of the 'demons'. The leader of the 'demons' pupils constricted, and he was about to wave his hand in a signal.

Bang!

His arm exploded, and the 'demon' lowered his head—just as a wail was about to burst from his throat, another gunshot rang out.

Bang!

Covering her throat with one hand, Kafka tilted her head, raised her submachine gun with one hand, and finally aimed it at the 'demon' leader's head, revealing a captivating smile.

"[Listen to Me] -- Die."

The final bullet shattered the 'demon' leader's skull, taking his life.

With a swift swing of her longsword, she cleaved the bodies of several charging 'demons,' their blood splattering through the air and dripping onto Kafka's face. But Kafka remained expressionless, her eyes unblinking.

The blood-stained cheeks did not detract from Kafka's beauty; instead, they added a touch of alluring charm to her face.

A moment later, the blood-stained longsword pointed at the door, the submachine gun intimidated the 'demon' in the distance, and Kafka's eyes calmly looked towards the door, where footsteps came from afar.

Kafka's eyes lit up with curiosity. If there was an antonym of the legendary demon, it would undoubtedly be the angel. After glancing back at the 'demon,' Kafka then looked with great interest at the angel walking in from the doorway, namely Seraphis.

"Angel?"

"You could say that."

Sera slowly walked through the gate, but just as she was about to take another step, she looked at the 'demon's' blood on the ground with some disgust.

Before we talk, do something that matches my appearance.

With that, Sera snapped her fingers.

The remaining 'demons' fell lifelessly. Kafka glanced back and opened her mouth.

"[Listen to Me]--"

"Spirit Whisper have no effect on me~"

Sera interrupted Kafka with a smile. Kafka was slightly speechless, then calmly put down her longsword and weapon, raised her hands, and walked up to Sera.

I surrender.

Her tone was calm, showing no sign of surrender, because Kafka felt no fear.

"Heh~"

Sera reached out and gently wiped the blood from Kafka's cheek, then gestured invitingly, his voice soft.

"Come with me, sister."

I will give you what you want... fear.

Kafka's expression shifted from slight surprise to confusion, and her red lips parted slightly.

"Fear? What... can you guarantee that?"

Sera smiled and raised her hand, pointing it at Kafka.

"Use the facts."

Target: Kafka

Add status: "Fear".

Added.

"Ha..."

Kafka clutched her chest, a feeling of fear welling up inside her, but quickly receding like the tide. She gently closed her eyes, letting the blood slide down her cheeks, a smile involuntarily tugging at the corners of her mouth, as excitement and exhilaration spread through her.

When she opened her eyes again, Kafka did not hesitate. She knelt on one knee and expressed her loyalty to Sera with a gesture reminiscent of a knight's oath in classical times.

"I— Kafka —will become your knight, 'Miss Angel'."

After speaking, Kafka kissed the back of Sera's hand.

"Please don't call me an angel, it sounds kind of awkward."

My Seraphis, your companion, the leader of the Stellaron Hunters, and also seat #84 of the Genius Society.

And most importantly, you're the boss, and I'm a boy.

Kafka was slightly stunned. She wasn't surprised by Sera's identity, but rather by...

"Male...?"

Kafka looked up at Sera, but apart from her flat chest, she seemed no different from any other girl.

Even the clothes...

"Eh--clothes are the gods' twisted sense of humor."

Sera quickly tried to salvage her image.

"Also, from now on, just call me Sera."

"Understood, Sera."

Kafka nodded without hesitation.

"You can't go on like this."

Sera said, nodding slightly at Kafka's forehead.