TFR 411

A Sacred...(?) Battle [Part 5]

Before Emma could stop Koumei, the cat already burst into the scattered ranks of the Imperial Army, which had started a mass panic.

Then...

Splat, splat, splat, splat splat splat splat splat splat splat splat splat...

Her barrage of cat splats began.

Koumei was completely upset.

"W-WHOAAA! What is this monster?! No, i-immoral... beast?!"

Splat.

"What... was that?! Immoral bea—!"

Splat.

"...wha?"

Splat.

Sparing no time for the opponents to react, Koumei kept unleashing her cat-splat one after another.

'If you cry, I'll shut you up with a splat.'

"Cat-splat... is awesome..."

"As expected of Koumei-san the Immortal Beast!"

"A holy cat who protects the Holy Maiden!"

The Skyte hunters burst into cheers. The hunters were confident that victory would be in their hands after seeing Koumei's OP cat-splats mowing down the enemy.

"Ah... Koumei-san... She found them too noisy, didn't she… Umm, well, whatever. ...Ah, right!"

As Emma looked at the Imperial soldiers who were silenced by the splats, she thought of something and picked up the fireproof cloth under her feet.

Then, she started unraveling the beautifully crocheted lace without a qualm.

"Let's tie up the people who fainted from cat-splats with this!"

The thread unraveled from the fireproof cloth was Violet's thread.

It was probably the strongest and most durable thread in this world.

If they used it to constrain the soldiers, those people would have no hope of escaping even after they regained consciousness.

'Fufu, what a brilliant idea I came up with,' Emma laughed smugly.

"! Tie up... you say?!"

Splat.

"Eek! No way! Even bondage play too?!"　

Splat.

"SHE'S THE H̲O̲R̲N̲Y MAIDEN! SHE'S NO DOUBT THE H̲O̲R̲N̲Y MAIDEN!"

Splat.

Emma's hushed mumble shouldn't have reached the ears of the Imperial soldiers in the middle of a mass panic, but Rainbow Raccoons' hallucinations wouldn't let them miss anything that could invoke stronger fear.

Emma's voice echoed directly inside the brains of the conscious soldiers, fueling their dismay further.

Then, Koumei would silence the noisy soldiers by cat-splatting them.

The soldiers were occupied with fighting their fear (imaginary perverts) and couldn't resist the angry Koumei. Thus, they were taken down without any resistance.

"Cat... is stronk..."

The King shuddered when recalling the cat-splat he experienced. 'Though it was no wonder he shuddered considering he wore nothing on top.

The offensive was suddenly reserved.

"What's that beast?! What's happening? What on earth is going on?! Impossible... The Empire is losing? ...to a King who loves to run around shirtless like that?! He is literally naked from the waist up?!"

The Chief Delegate was at his wits' end, unable to accept the war situation that had taken a 180° turn in an instant. The perfect strategy had failed so easily. 'Even with this much disparity in military strength, the Imperial Army will be defeated...?

No, so what the hell is that beast?!

And why is the King naked?!'

"Ah, no, that's a misunderstandiiing!"

Upon hearing the Chief Delegate's shout, Emma raised her hand and clarified, thinking it would be too pitiful if her precious cool old man, the King, was labeled as a pervert in the Empire.

"The reason His Majesty is naked is because I took off his clothes while he was sleeping!"

In the first place, Emma took the King's clothes off to wake him up from the "Woo-hoo!" berserk state. Her intention behind it was absolutely not impure—er, maybe it was a little. But it wouldn't be a lie to say that it was a sound medical treatment... supposedly...

"Ah, right."

"Even at that time, Lady Emma..."

"Yeah, she's undoubtedly the Holy Maiden."

The knights remembered after hearing Emma's clarification.

...that the one who stopped the King's rampage was also her (cat).

But unfortunately, Emma didn't really pick the best way to explain things. The Chief Delegate's face stiffened from fear.

"Y-You said... you took his clothes off? Huh? Attacking while the King was aslee— gasp! What an outrageous ho—!"

Splat.

The Chief Delegate who made a big misunderstanding and shouted loudly became victim to Koumei's paw attack.

"Mew!"

Before they realized what was happening, every single one of the thousand soldiers had been cat-splatted, knocked unconscious, and were lying on the ground.

"Ah, great job, Koumei-san."

Ultimately, the world's first war of aggression initiated by the Empire was thwarted in seconds by Koumei's pink paws.