Nobles, mages, knights, priests—
All fallen. They circled Chubby like he was a divine artifact that descended from heaven.
"Amazing…"
"So cute…"
"Such elegance…"
"Can I touch its head?"
"Does it eat souls?"
"No, Lady Seraphine said he eats cookies."
Princess Millabuella stared at Chubby like he had personally betrayed her.
Duke Tyler stared like someone had drop-kicked his villain plan into the sun.
His internal monologue was almost visible:
That is NOT a demon.
How the hell do I manipulate THIS?
Why is it purring?
WHY ARE THEY ALL PETTING IT?!
The king finally said, voice shaky, "I decree… that Chubby… is permitted to wander the palace freely."
The entire court applauded.
Me? I just stood there, hands on hips. "I told you he wasn't a demon."
Chubby woke up, chirped proudly, and climbed onto my shoulder like a smug dark potato.
The high priest actually bowed. "Lady Seraphine… we apologize for the misunderstanding. Your familiar is… blessed."
