Chapter 76

“Why are you here?”

“I came to see you.”

“Why?”

“I want to protect you, that’s why I flew here.”

“Oh! Are you my knight?”

“I guess you could say that.”

Violette’s gloomy expression disappeared and gradually became brighter as she talked with Hydrangea.

“My name is Violette von Northpole. What is your name?”

“I… sorry, I can’t tell you.”

“I see. Then I shall call you Mr. Cat. You can call me Vy.”

“……”

“It’s Vy.”

Her father also called her Vy. It must be a nickname that only her family calls her.

“Come on now, say it.”

“……Vy.”

“Good!”

He felt strange being praised by a 9 year old girl.

Violette continued to talk to Hydrangea after that.

Her expression changed as she talked and even smiled at him. He could only describe it as cute. 

But their time together did not last long.

The door to Syran’s study opened and the maid entered.

“Lady Violette. Your father told you to stay in your room.”

“I don’t want to. Can’t you see I am talking to Mr. Cat?”

“A cat…?”

The maid could not see Hydrangea, so she had a puzzled look on her face.

“Forgive me, Lady Violette,” the maid said as she gave instructions to someone in the hallway. A servant came in and carried Violette, intending to bring her to her room.

“No, what are you doing!? Let go!!”

Violette kicked and flailed as she struggled to get loose from the servant.

“Oi, she clearly hates it. Won’t you stop?” Hydrangea said as he placed a hand on the servant’s shoulder, but he could not touch them and only grasped air.

Right, it’s because I am inside a memory. I can’t do anything to change Violette’s memories after all.

“Kuh…”

“Mr. Cat! Mr. Cat!”

Hydrangea tried to help Violette, but nothing worked.

“Lady Violette! There is no cat! You are being delusional!”

“But there is! Mr. Cat is right there!”

“There you go spouting nonsense again! You are going to make the Master sad!”

“!”

Violette said nothing more after that last exchange.

After that, she was forcibly taken back to her room where she cried.

Unable to help, hydrangea could only stand in the corner of the room.

He was helpless.

But then, the room was unlocked and someone entered— it was Tritoma Celsia.

“Wh-who are you?”

“Don’t you remember? It’s me.”

“Eh?”

A man suddenly broke into her room. It was an unbelievable situation.

Violette’s tear-stained eyes widened as she stared at Tritoma Celsia.

“Weren’t we husband and wife in our past lives? Don’t you remember me?”

“Wh-what? What are you saying?”

It seems Violette and Tritoma Celsia were married in a past life.

So that’s how they were connected.

“Your father is opposed to our marriage…”

“Eh?”

“I couldn’t fulfill my unfinished business in our past life, so I came to finish it this time.”

“Wh-what are you talking about…?”

Tritoma Celsia briskly strode towards Violette’s bed.

Hydrangea reached out to stop him, but his hand came up empty.

“A huge power sleeps within you. But since we could not be engaged, I could not wait for it to awaken anymore. So—-” 

Something unexpected happened at that moment. Tritoma took out a knife from his belt and swung it at Violette.

The first swing touched nothing but air.

“Stop!!”

“Kyaa!!”

This time, he climbed on the bed with his dirty shoes and grabbed Violette’s foot as she tried to escape.

“Let me go!”

Even though he was unable to interfere, Hydrangea tried to stop the assault happening before his eyes.

But neither could he touch the assailant nor could the assailant hear him.

In the end, he could not do anything.

“No, nononononooooo!”

“Be still!!”

Apparently, he wanted to stab her with a knife and see what reaction she would make.

How could he do such a cruel thing to a young girl!?

He trembled at Tritoma Celsia’s actions and his indignation at his own inability to do anything about it.

“This is just going to be a tad painful. Bear with it.”

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

“!?”

Tritoma Celsia stopped moving for a moment as a heavy and dull thud was heard.

Then, a flurry of feathers scattered within the room.

A figure collapsed with a flop, and the sheets were stained with blood.

Tritoma Celsia’s knife was deeply embedded in a pillow, and blood flowed from the back of his head.

“U, ughhh!!”

Tritoma grunted as he held his head.

He turned around and found Syran breathing heavily.

The man carried a bloodied ashtray in one hand.

“You, wha, what did you…!!”

“I shall not let you lay a hand on my daughter!!”

“Daughter… Your daughter is a… cat.”

Tritoma Celsia mumbled before falling over.

“—- A cat?”

Hearing Syran’s murmur, Hydrangea turned his gaze towards the bunk.

Violette was nowhere to be found, but in her place was a golden cat lying on its side.

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