Chapter 211: The Witch Cat

Pudding dismissed it with contempt.

As the saying goes, the loser eats dust; our Great General paid no heed to such a loser's remark.

He launched a flying kick, but his paw pads were renowned for cushioning, so the result was merely a paw-pad imprint on Duke Andy's face.

Insulted thus, Duke Andy flew into a rage once more.

But he no longer hurled insults at Pudding; instead, he turned to Rod.

"I know you, Rod, the Evil Dragon Envoy!"

Duke Andy was a Maine Coon cat, larger in build than the other cat spirits, with unruly fur and piercing eyes, naturally exuding a fierce and domineering aura.

"【Cat Spirit Paradise】 welcomes no outsiders! Get out with your Evil Dragon master at once!"

Rod paid him no mind.

After all, Naurin had granted the cat spirits strange powers, causing them to mutate into monsters.

Moreover, it seemed this had also influenced the cat spirits' minds, which made Rod feel somewhat embarrassed.

Rest assured, I will take the dragon corpse materials and leave; I do not wish to disturb you.

Rod asked Pudding, "How do you intend to deal with him?"

"Reporting to my lord Rod, I intend to escort him to the peak of Witch Mountain, and after defeating the Witch Cat, ultimately let him witness the moment Princess Mei Mei and I embrace."

Pudding's gaze toward Duke Andy revealed contempt. "Good, so I may shatter his unrealistic fantasies. Elope? How ridiculous."

Rod shrugged.

He had little interest in the cat spirits' loves and hates.

Seeing that the Dragon God Envoy raised no objections, the cat spirits bound Duke Andy hand and foot, tying him to a thick tree branch like a roast suckling pig.

Having done this, the group of cats was about to set off when a gust of evil wind descended once more.

The wind force rapidly intensified, becoming a howling gale.

The cat spirits, being light in weight with average spiritual accumulation, were immediately blown this way and that by this magic-laden gale.

Tally let out an "Ouch," pretended to kneel on the ground, and then buried her head in her master's arms.

"Hateful~ Brother my lord, sand blew into my eyes; hurry and blow them for me~"

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He pushed her away.

But the succubus would not let up, acting spoiled and insisting he blow on them.

To avoid the creature's pestering, Rod pretended to blow once; unexpectedly, Tally rushed forward and pecked his lips.

"Hehehe~~"

"Is this the time? The enemy has arrived."

"What's there to fear? The magic accumulation is just so-so. Brother my lord~~ Sand got into the eyes below too; blow on those for me too~~"

"Get lost. Tie the cat spirits back up."

"Okay~~"

Tally stood up reluctantly, extending her palm.

Darkness condensed into shadows at her fingertips; ribbons shot out rapidly from within, binding the cat spirits who were about to be blown away and tying them to the trees.

After a while.

The gale subsided; the group of cat spirits, secured by Tally, had fortunately not been scattered.

They were about to thank Rod and Tally when they discovered their bodies were nearly devoid of strength, all showing signs of poisoning.

Rod stepped forward to observe.

But with no knowledgeable mage nearby, he could not identify what spell it was.

He guessed it was a dual spell combining gale and swamp gas.

"Hahahaha————"

"The Cat Spirit Royal Knight Order is nothing but this!"

A treacherous, wild laugh suddenly rang out, seeming to come from all directions of the forest.

Pudding's expression changed.

"It's the Witch Cat! She has arrived!"

He tried to stand and draw his sword, but the swamp gas's poison continuously weakened his body; before he could rise, he fell flat on his face.

Turning back, he saw his brothers were all weak and numb; he could only say bitterly to Rod:

"Apologies, my lord Rod; I'm afraid we must trouble you to act once more."

Rod waved his hand.

We've been the ones acting all along the way; we're used to it.

However, shouldn't the Witch Cat be the ultimate boss hiding at the peak of Witch Mountain?

Why appear halfway up the mountain?

According to the plot of saving the princess, she should have sent one after another of her underlings to let Pudding, this righteous protagonist, grind for experience.

Thinking thus, he whispered something to Tally.

The succubus chuckled softly and stealthily slipped into the shadows.

Over there, the bound Duke Andy rejoiced; he immediately shouted, "My lord Witch Cat! The Dragon God Envoy Rod is right here; come quickly and slay him!"

The forest gale howled, vibrating the air again to produce sound frequencies.

"Oh? This is the Dragon God Envoy? Hehe, you are an outsider human who does not understand the rules here; I do not blame you, but do you know what the master you serve is?!"

As she spoke, she began quite gently; her voice sounded young, for being cat spirits, their vocal lines were naturally so.

As she reached the end, her voice shifted to hoarse and evil, finally becoming a threatening question.

Rod said with a smile, "Of course, the Cursed Dragon."

"Since you know this dragon's species, why do you still serve her!! Don't you know the danger of cosmic beings!!"

The witch cat said, blazing with fury.

Rod didn't pick up her thread, and instead reminded her:

"There's one thing you got wrong, witch cat. It's not that I serve her — it's that she serves me."

"Wh-what?"

She laughed in spite of her rage. "Good, good, good. So the cosmic beings' mind control has already reached this stage? Truly a sight to make a cat sigh in awe. Meow—huff!! Who are you?! Ouch!"

At that moment, the sound of a magical shield shattering came from within the woods.

Rod pinpointed the location in an instant, slammed down onto the ground with a thud that left a crater of dirt, then vaulted into the air — the scattered soil spattering all over Pudding's face beside him.

He'd been thinking of going to help Tally, but this witch cat's ability was unexpectedly terrible.

By the time Rod arrived, the succubus was once again holding a cat-sprite dangling by one leg.

She snatched the witch cat's staff away in one motion.

"This weak?"

"It's not that she's weak, it's that Tally is just too amazing."

"Good, good, good."

Rod studied the cat-sprite, and suddenly felt she was a little different from others of her kind.

For one thing, right now she was being held by one leg by Tally, hanging upside down.

Her deep-blue mage's robe, obedient to gravity, had its hem flipped over, completely covering her face.

Yet the exposed hip and waist in little shorts were clearly more human-like than other cat-sprites.

"Let me go! Let me go! Baddie! Stinkbug! Despicable alien race!"

Rod paid no heed to her cursing, and studied her carefully.

"Her legs are about the same as a cat-sprite's, but clearly longer. Mm, and her torso is also a bit shorter. Hiss— she has a chest?!"

The Forest Warden was greatly shocked.

At the edge of the flipped mage's robe, a tiny piece of undergarment was clearly visible, within which a pair of small cuties distinctly rose.

Tally, bolder, gave the little cuties' tips a poke with her finger.

The witch cat let out a shriek on account of it.

The next moment, shadow ribbons appeared, wrapping her up like a sticky rice dumpling.

The shriek cut off short.

Rod rubbed his chin. "My instinct tells me that her situation is probably the result of some people pulling dirty tricks on the cat-sprite bloodline again."

(End of chapter)