A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

As a smart cat, Black Cat Balerion felt very confused these two days.

The beautiful little master is very attractive, and there is a special aura on him that makes him feel at ease. So the black cat rarely pays attention to humans other than the master, but rarely does not mean never.

Because the master never prepared food for it, it had to temporarily leave the master's side when it was hungry.

Every time it did this, it would feel full of irritability, and when it looked at others, it always had the urge to tear them apart regardless of anything.

This impulse was very tempting, but the black cat could suppress its "nature" every time because it didn't want to cause any trouble to the master.

It was just that these two days when it found that the master had been ignoring it all the time, and even its deliberate behavior of looking for scolding did not attract attention, the black cat could no longer bear it.

When it went out to look for food in the morning, it jumped down from the wall of the Red Castle and attacked a passing male noble, and finally scratched his entire face.

When blood splashed all over him, and when the human screamed in fear and fled in panic, the black cat felt a strange sense of fulfillment, as if some kind of revenge was satisfied.

Deep in his heart, a number emerged -

Forty-three.

This number appeared as if instinctively, but it was not like this at the beginning, and later it became less and less.

The black cat felt that this number was very important to him, but he didn't know how important it was. In other words, sometimes when he felt bored, he would think, he is just a cat, why do he know these knowledge that should only be possessed by humans?

What is knowledge?

What is a cat?

The inexplicable thoughts that popped up in his mind made him unable to understand, so the black cat shook his head, looked at the back of the hurriedly running away, and began to lick his bloody claws.

According to his few but impressive experiences, it will not be long before a group of fierce humans will come to chase him, intimidate him, and even want to kill him.

It had already made these preparations, but no one showed up after waiting for a long time, which made the black cat's mood, which had calmed down a little due to the attack, become irritable again.

It felt that those people should not ignore it, and there was no reason for them to ignore it. Aren't they very fierce? Why didn't they come and stab it to death?

Stab it to death, it should be stabbed to death... blood, screams, grins, drag her out from under the bed, one knife after another...

The black cat was shocked by the picture that emerged in his heart, so it ran in the corner of the castle for a long time, and finally attacked another person, an old man holding a dog and behaving sneakily.

It felt that this person seemed familiar, but it didn't matter. It just wanted to scratch him to pieces, and it also successfully defeated this old human who looked tall but was actually very cowardly.

It was a pity that his little claws couldn't really scratch it to pieces, and finally he could only regretfully give up, and the number in his heart quietly became forty-two.

It did not run away afterwards, but squatted not far away and waited for the other party's reaction. It wanted to see the hateful eyes of these humans, just as it hated these humans.

But the old man with gray beard only sat on the ground and cried, as if he was frightened by something, with snot and tears, and he didn't even look at it.

The black cat felt something was wrong in its little head, so it did not go away, but squatted in the corner, watching the cowardly old man, watching the dog in his arms running away with its tail between its legs, and watching a group of people arrive here soon.

Then, it found that no one paid attention to it, and no one even looked at it.

What happened to them?

The black cat felt very puzzled about this, and this puzzlement continued until it returned to the little master's side, the irritability in its heart subsided, and its reason recovered, and then it suddenly reacted slowly.

Can't they see themselves?

The little master is like this, the two people attacked by it are like this, and even everyone is like this...

They can't see themselves! ?

To confirm this, it decided to take the risk of drinking some of the lemon tea in its owner's cup, so it did so carefully.

Then, it found that the little master in front of it, who usually disliked it, had no idea of ​​this, and even took a sip of the cup without changing his expression, and then continued to sit there and read attentively.

Seeing all this, a cheer rose in its little heart in vain, and it even jumped off the table and kept shaking its head around its owner triumphantly, but when it found that its show-off behavior also did not attract the slightest attention, the joy in its heart instantly dissipated, and its wagging tail drooped down, and a sense of loneliness enveloped its entire young heart.

That night, the black cat Bellerion hid in the corner, staring blankly at the little master who was sleeping on the bed, feeling that the cat's life had lost all meaning.

And when someone brought a bird to its master as a substitute the next morning (it instinctively thought so), it became like a tiger whose territory was invaded, with its fur standing on end, and it bared its teeth and threatened the servant.

However, no one paid any attention to it, just as no one could see it, and no one could hear the sound it made. The servant stood respectfully aside, while the young master was interested in teasing the ugly bird in the cage, completely ignoring him.

The black cat felt very frustrated. It wanted to raise its claws to hit the hateful servant, but it rationally thought that this was not a good idea, so it finally collapsed on the carpet in the room and began to sulk.

Then it suddenly discovered that the color of the hair under its neck was a little different from that of the hair next to it.

This question suddenly reminded its young brain of some hazy images, which happened when it ran to its master's bed to sleep that day.

It also remembered that the bed full of the master's fragrance seemed to become very transparent at that time, and then some pattern appeared on its young master's wrist, and then it seemed to see a little golden thing floating up from under the transparent bed, and finally... Finally, because it was lying on the route it floated, it got into its hair?

It seems to be like this, but the black cat feels like he has overlooked something.

What is it?

A laugh that sounds a bit crazy? Or a fat pig with a pair of leaf wings?

Thinking of this, the black cat's young mind is full of confusion again, because it doesn't remember that it has seen or heard these, but why can it remember this?

... Forget it, no matter why, it doesn't matter at all.

Thinking of this, the black cat lay there dejectedly, feeling a little hopeless, and even the hunger that came soon after did not attract its attention.

But when there was a special noise from the owner's side, it couldn't help but tilt its head to look over.

Then it found that the little master who was originally sitting on the marble base of the toilet, frowning and thinking, now had a colorful poisonous snake wrapped around his waist, the snake's head was raised backwards, and the pale yellow vertical pupils were staring coldly at itself outside the door, and the tongue in its mouth kept stretching and shrinking.

The black cat felt threatened, but it also saw the little face of its little master who seemed to be unaware of the danger, which made it jump up and scream, and then rushed forward without hesitation.

As a result, the seemingly powerful venomous snake reversed its previous hostility and quickly broke away from the boy's waist. Its long body slid through the toilet hole on the marble base and disappeared.

The black cat felt relieved when he saw this, and the childish voice that always made it feel intimate also sounded in surprise.

"Damn, my belt!"