Anti-Bastet Elves POV
In the forest.
The elves are fighting.
“That’s the bird we kept!
How often do I have to tell you that marked magical beasts are tamed, so don’t hunt them without permission!”
“Shut up! The bounty of the forest belongs to everyone!
Don’t you dare to interfere with our way of doing things!”
The elves who originally lived in this forest and the elves who fled to the forest after being freed from slavery are fighting every day.
“Look, Bastet or whoever the hell it is, you guys must be crazy to be worshipping that fat, lazy cat!”
“No matter how ignorant the newcomer may be, I won’t tolerate you speaking ill of the new Demon King!”
“Enough! Why don’t you guys stop it!”
“Sylph-sama…”
Sylph Baasan interrupts, and the place goes quiet.
“You busybodies!
If you’re going to be arguing like that all day, every day, why don’t you get to work!”
“Sylph-sama! We aren’t convinced!
Is this cat called Bastet-sama the Demon King?”
“Try doing an [Appraisal]! You’ll be blocked!”
“If he is the Demon King, he must be stronger than us, right?
May I challenge your strength?!
If we win, consider banning the foolish act of worshipping that fat cat from now on!”
“You can try it, you wretches!
Bastet-sama is taking a nap in the fields to the north!”
The young anti-Bastet elves head for the fields north of the forest.
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Tomita (Cat) POV
The term “cat grass” is called that because cats like to eat grass, not a specific type of grass.
When I saw some of my fellow cats in town eating cat grass with relish, I decided to try it myself.
There is fresh wheat grass in the field. Let’s have a little bit of it.
Nom nom.
Munching.
….Yuck! It’s bitter!
Bleergh!
It’s not for me.
I would like to expand my food repertoire.
Cats eat cat grass to get rid of hairballs on their bellies, but they don’t seem to be thinking about that.
They seem to eat it instinctively, somehow. Of course, some, like me, don’t eat cat grass.
Well, let’s put that aside.
For some reason, a group of elves with glazed eyes approached me.
They were the ones who were freed from slavery, weren’t they?
What’s going on?
“Fat cat… I challenge you to a duel!”
said a male elf with bright brown ponytail hair.
This smells like trouble. I don’t like it.