The Necromance of Love and Death: Defeated Early in the Game, I Reincarnated as a Tragic Villainous Noble and Rebel Against the Scenario with My Beloved Using My Modern and Game Knowledge - Chapter 33

I’m Charles. I’m a cat with claws and fangs.

It seems like I died, but thanks to some strange power, I can move again. I don’t know what that power is, but… well, I’m grateful for it.

I couldn’t die just yet.

My owner, Lucrece, and his partner, Alfred, seem to have died. I saw their bodies too. I had no choice but to understand.

But then, there’s Clovis. That’s the real problem. I’ve been with him for a long time, but he’s still a small child for a human.

I was once a stray cat, separated from my parents. I know how painful it is to be left alone as a child, and in Clovis’s case, both his parents are gone. He can never meet them again.

Sure, I miss Lucrece and Alfred too. But Clovis must be feeling even sadder than me. He’s also hurt and has lost some of his limbs. I really can’t take my eyes off him.

Lucrece and Alfred took care of me. Lucrece even saved my life once.

If Clovis is Lucrece’s child, then he’s my child too. No—more like my little brother. I’ll protect him.

That’s what I decided…

…Even though I already died.

Sigh. I don’t want to get old. But somehow, I’m still able to move like this.

I don’t know about the gods humans believe in, but I could thank them for this.

Now I can protect Clovis.

Well, I’m just a cat, so there’s only so much I can do.

****

“Take this!”

“Clovis, that attack won’t hit at all!”

“Ugh!”

I look ahead and see Clovis swinging a stick at another child about the same size—Violette.

I’m a cat who uses claws as weapons, so I understand. That stick is like a claw for him. They must be practicing hunting.

I had wondered how this kid planned to survive without learning to hunt, but it looks like he’s finally started. If he keeps improving and can catch a mouse someday, that would be great.

“Meeow…”

Still, Violette seems better at hunting. Clovis is a boy, but he’s kind of pathetic. They look like they’re the same age. Maybe Violette is Clovis’s partner? If so, that would be a relief…

But I can tell—Violette is like me. She’s dead too. Do humans not mind having dead people as their partners?

“Meow.”

Well, that’s not for me to think about.

I stand up and head toward the place called the “storeroom,” where the food is kept. I want to give Clovis a mouse as a gift. He’s playing with Violette right now, but real hunting practice is better with real prey. I’ll catch a weak mouse and help Clovis train.

“Meeow~”

Sigh… I really am a helpful cat, huh?

Lately, I haven’t been able to move much, so I’ve noticed mice sneaking all over the mansion. I’ll catch a few and remind them who owns this place.

And that big lizard—I need to go say hello to him too.

****

After that, I caught a weak mouse and gave it to Clovis.

But then…

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

“Whoa!? A mouse!? Someone help!!”

The reliable Violette screamed when she saw the mouse, and Clovis called for help. Both of them were totally hopeless.

Really now. Even little kittens get excited and practice hunting when they see a mouse. Can these two really survive on their own…?