In the end, I couldnât find any words of comfort and I just honestly expressed how I felt.
âIâm so sad. Itâs so horrible, and I donât even know what to say to you. Iâm angry with this world and with such people⌠Iâm sorry, Coco. Sometimes, humans are bad.â
âWhy should Rowaine apologize for that? Itâs those people who are bad, not you.â
âThatâs right. Theyâre the bad ones and the ones to be ashamed of themselves. Still, Coco feels ashamed of what they did, and that makes me sad as well. I feel sorry for what they did to you.â
âRowaine is my angel! If it werenât for you, Iâd be dead. Youâre my savior, so donât be sorry.â
I smiled sadly and stroked Cocoâs fluffy hair.
âCoco is also my lovely cat. Without you, I would be less happy than I am now.â
ââŚ.!â
Cocoâs eyes widened.
I started sharing my story that Coco wouldnât know, wanting him to know how precious he was to me.
âBefore I met Coco, I had cats that I took care of.â
Soon, I told him about the cats I had been taking care of for ten years. How well I knew each one of them, their personalities, habits, voices, likes and dislikes⌠and how much I loved and cared for them.
âWhen I lost all of the children in an accident, I just wanted to die⌠they were everything to me.â
ââŚ.â
âBut then I met Coco. Do you know how much I depended on you? I became happy again after meeting you.â
As his eyes widened as he gazed at me, I gave him a big hug and continued my words.
âIâm happy because of you. I donât think youâre an embarrassment or shameful. No matter what, youâre my sweet cat.â
âRowaineâŚâ
His tears, which had formed large pools, soaked into my clothes. Coco cried quietly for a long time as I patted him on the back until her cries subsided. And finally, when his trembling stopped, I whispered.
âCoco, Iâm so angry.â
ââŚWhat?â
He sniffed and quietly listened to my voice.
âI mean those people⌠they are doing horrible things, and Iâm sure there are lives being born in pain and dying in pain even now because of those slave traders.â
Perhaps sensing the unusual anger in my voice, Coco lifted his wet face and glanced at me.
I said through gritted teeth.
âShall I get rid of them?â
ââŚ.!â
His face went blank.
âWho? Those slave traders?â
âYes. Do you want me to get rid of them?â
Cocoâs eyes fluttered slightly.
ââŚAre you serious?â
âIâm very serious.â
At my affirmation, his eyes widened a little more.
âCa-can you do it?â
âI can do it. Do you want to do it?â
Cocoâs big eyes widened at my confident face, and he moved away from me a little to straighten his posture.
âYou should get Dimitriâs help instead. Dimitri has a high status even among humans, so destroying slave traders is a piece of cake.â
Since I knew the advanced information I already knew from reading the novel, I knew a way to use Dimitriâs power to crush the slave traders and perhaps even give the senior a big blow. The only reason I didnât use that method was because Coco had asked me to keep what was happening at the slave trader a secret.
I said, hoping Coco would be brave enough to do it.
ââŚThen, this will be known to the world.â
Even though I knew how to get revenge and had the means, it wasnât going to be easy for Coco.
It was because everyone he knew would know the secret of his birth, a secret he painstakingly confided in me. No matter how much he was the victim, I understood the feeling of covering up for the perpetrator for fear of revealing the terrible secret that happened to him.
It wasnât because he didnât have a deep hatred for the perpetrator but because he was so afraid of how others would look at him if the incident were known. It took courage and determination to face the stares that would follow you in order to settle a score.
Even after repaying the grudge, the victimâs life continues.
I couldnât even begin to imagine the weight of the courage and resolution that wouldnât collapse for the rest of my life, so I couldnât force Coco to do it.
ââŚI hope I wasnât being pushy since I was just making a cautious suggestion.â
âIf you want, letâs destroy those bastards together. Still, I wonât do anything for you if you donât want to.â
Nervously, Coco grabbed my hand.
âI donât know, I just want to⌠pretend it didnât happen. Like it never happened. This may happen frequently in the world, but if I kept my mouth shut as if I hadnât been harmedâŚâ
With his brow narrowed, he wiped a tear from his eye with the back of his hand.
ââŚBut, like Rowaine just said. Even now, many lives are being born into pain and suffering right now.â
Painful tears kept soaking the back of Cocoâs hands.
âIf only I had the courage⌠there would be no children born in the future who would be as unfortunate as me and my brothers, right?â
âŚOh, my.
It was only then did I realize I had made a mistake. In expressing my anger, I made him responsible for the other victims. Even if I didnât mean to do that, in the end, I ended up burdening him, and if so, it was my fault.
âIâm sorry, Coco. Those were words that only the person concerned could have said, but I made a mistake. You donât have to force your courage because of my words.â
âNonetheless, I canât bring myself to feel guilty that I didnât have the courage to stop it when I knew there would be another victim.â
I closed my eyes tightly. How nice it would be if I could pick the right words and say them to him. It felt like I was asking someone who was struggling with their own pain to take responsibility for the pain of others as well.
How wise it was to know how to comfort others properly. I couldnât believe Iâd created this situation because of my lack of wisdom.
Instead, it was Coco who comforted me as I was feeling devastated.
âRowaine is right. Iâll pluck up the courage.â
The boy raised his wonderfully beautiful and clear eyes.
âRowaine told me that you love me even though you know my secret, and that youâre not ashamed of me.â
At that moment, I could tell what he needed to say from the way he was gazing, and it wasnât a hard thing for me to say either.
âIt always will be. Once my cat, always my cat. Iâll always love you the same way I always have.â
The joy in Cocoâs eyes was surprisingly clear.
âThatâs all I need! Youâre also my eternal angel. Rowaine is all I need.â
He put strength into the two hands that were holding mine.
âI want revenge, Rowaine. I want them to be very, very scared. Donât let them do it again.â
âOf course. Iâm not going to let them get away with it, trust me.â
âUng!â
Cocoâs breathing quickened a little with excitement.
Ë ď˝Ľ: * â§ * :シ Ë
When I went to Dimitriâs office with Coco, he was doing his job with Sasha dangling around his ankles.
Even with Sasha, in the form of a kitten, was clawing at his ankles while screaming, âI want to make a deal with the devil, let me make a deal with the devil!â Dimitri didnât take his eyes off the papers and just replied, âYou have to get Rowaineâs permission,â as he ignored the attacks.
âWaak! Aaak! I hate you all! I hate youâŚ!â
Sasha rolled around on the floor and grumbled. Then, after belatedly discovering me watching me, she shouted, âI hate you!â and sprinted out between my legs like a dart.
Coco clicked his tongue.
âWhen will she ever grow up?â
When I asked to speak to Dimitri, he got off his desk and sat down on the sofa.
âHave you changed your mind, Rowaine?â
âIf itâs about a devilâs contract, absolutely not.â
Dimitri, who nodded as if he knew what I was talking about, muttered, âWeâll just have to give them a personal escort.â Crossing his long legs and sitting back comfortably on the sofa, he had a languid expression.
âThen, what is it?â
âDimitri, do you remember the last time I told you to trust me about the damages claimed by the Count of Bilbao?â
âWhat other crazy plans have you come up with?â
âItâs called an ingenious plan.â
âIâd love to hear your ingenious plans.â
I smiled in satisfaction at the quick change of words.
âThe slave traders of the Count of Bilbao are inbreeding the shapeshifters.â
Dimitriâs expression didnât change much.
âItâs outrageous that a slave trader of that magnitude would do something like that, but itâs not something that would overturn Count Bilbaoâs claim. It would be socially condemned if it became public knowledge. However, after all, itâs the ownerâs right to decide how to use his slaves, who are private property, to increase the number of people.â
Coco glanced back and forth between Dimitri and me with anxious eyes.
It was unexpected that Dimitri would show such a nonchalant reaction. Nevertheless, he was someone who knew more about the dirty things that happened in the shadows of society than most. His life hadnât been easy, and he had been through a lot of things that other people didnât have to.
The sentences in the novel that outlined why he was forced to become a villain were very succinct in describing his struggles. Still, I was able to read the hidden content between the lines of how he had been living with dirt and how he survived, so his dry reaction was not too surprising.
There was something really important I wanted to say in the first place.
âOf course, thatâs not the end of it.â
âPlease continue.â
âWhat if Count Bilbao was selling the dog breeds produced by inbreeding to the Emperor by manipulating with the pedigrees?â
âHo?â
Dimitri laughed in disbelief.
It wasnât because he couldnât believe what I was saying, but it was a laugh that would be very funny if it were true.