There is no problem with the magic cards I made

Dekan wanted to complain.

But it seems that my cat has an idea of ​​its own.

I just feel helpless.

Dekan and Cornelia looked at each other.

No need to worry.

They slept on both sides of the spacious bed.

Then they all fell asleep quickly.

It was confirmed that the two of them had fallen asleep.

Morion and Mr. Cat started communicating.

Morion was sitting at the desk, while Teacher Cat was lying on the desk writing.

It began to provide one-on-one tutoring to Mo Liang, making up for the plots that Mo Liang missed.

These are the stories it asked from Cornelia when it was with Cornelia.

"The first chapter has to start with the boy meeting the girl. They were still two people at that time, no, Cornelia was still a human at that time, and Dekan no longer looked like a human..."

## Author's Note:

The third volume is almost over. Let’s sort out the plot and add more tomorrow.

Volume 3: Secrets of the Decline of the Holy Rite: 171 Teacher Cat and Morion are satisfied with this book

In the mansion late at night, in this room full of classical atmosphere, Morion just sat under the lights around him, quietly lowering his head, reading the story that Teacher Cat wrote for him on the paper.

One person and one cat are saying nothing, but they are communicating efficiently.

The only sounds in the quiet room were the slight rustling of pens on paper, and the soft and steady breathing of Dekan and Cornelia.

I don’t know how long it took.

"That's the story so far meow."

Teacher Mao lay on the table and finished writing the last stroke.

Morion nodded.

He showed a satisfied expression.

And very much looking forward to the next story.

He looked back at Dekan and Cornelia, who were sleeping like babies on the bed, and felt relieved.

Morion would check to see if the two of them were awake every once in a while.

Because he was worried that while watching the story, Dekan would suddenly appear behind him, and then stare at him with a very scary expression.

Morion believed that Durkan could do such a thing.

But it's okay.

Perhaps it was because both Dekan and Cornelia could feel each other's presence, so even in the most dangerous place in this sixth-order shadow world, they felt particularly at ease.

Morion took the pen from Teacher Cat, rubbed Teacher Cat's head like Dekan did, and wrote on the paper:

"Teacher Cat, I've had a question from the beginning. Why do you have to add 'meow' at the end of your words when you write?"

Morion had actually been confused since the night.

But I kept refraining from asking.

However, when Teacher Cat saw Morion's question, he immediately waved his front paws and angrily took off the pen from Morion's hand.

"Meow, meow, meow! I want you to take care of it! This is my habit, meow!"

Teacher Cat controlled the pen and wrote these words vigorously on the paper.

He seemed angry at Morion's questioning.

Morion smiled helplessly and wanted to touch Teacher Cat's head again.

But this time Mr. Cat dodges.

Don't touch him anymore.

Just when they made some noise, Dekan rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed.

While Dekan was temporarily sleepy, Morion and Mr. Cat quickly reached an agreement and hid all the papers on the table.

"?"

Dekan looked at them like this with doubtful eyes.

(Did you just criticize me?)

Dekan stared at the desk with slight disdain and said softly.

Teacher Cat and Morion shook their heads in unison.

(Ah.)

Judging from their slightly exaggerated reactions, Dekan was certain that they had just criticized him harshly.

But Durkan doesn't care about that.

As long as they weren't gossiping about him like a little girl, he didn't care too much.

No longer paying attention to the cat and the old fox, Dekan turned his attention to the clock hanging on the wall.

Although it was still a little early, it was not far from the middle of the night.

(How about it, do you want to change shifts?)

Morion asked softly.

Dekan shook his head and looked at Cornelia, who was still sleeping.

(Let her sleep a little longer.)

"!"

Seeing Dekan's gentle eyes and tone, Morion couldn't help but hug Teacher Cat. Teacher Cat also became particularly excited and waved his limbs.

"..."

Durkan frowned at the man and the cat.

Do you want to express disapproval or agreement?

And are you happy or sad?

Dekan felt that ever since Mr. Cat got acquainted with Morion, he sometimes felt like he was seriously ill for no reason.

Dekan: (You really have a prejudice against me, right?)

Teacher Cat: (No meow.)

Morion: (How is that possible? People who have prejudices against you have either gone to the underworld, or they must be in the queue.)

...

The three of them chatted quietly for a while, and Dekan saw that the time was almost up.

So Dekan walked to the other side of the bed and gently patted Cornelia's slender shoulder.

"..."

Cornelia opened her eyes, as if she could enter a fighting state at any time.

However, when she saw Dekan's expression, she immediately relaxed again.

The sleepiness even returned a bit.

(Go to the sofa. If you feel sleepy, you can rest for a while.)

Durkan said.

Kenelia nodded, quickly got up from the bed, then walked to the sofa and sat down quietly.

Later in the night.

Morion and Mr. Cat soon went to lie down and rest.

Dekan and Cornelia were sitting on the sofa together on duty.

In fact, Morion and Mr. Cat are at a disadvantage.

Because there was no telling when Countess Lislina would knock on the door in the middle of the night and report to them the completion of the mission.

But Mr. Cat is originally a night owl, and he can paddle in Dekan's shadow during the day.

Since Morion was rarely so kind, even if he didn't know the reason, Dekan didn't bother to explore.

These two guys just wanted to say bad things about him together.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The room was even quieter than before.

But Nelia still seemed a little sleepy. She had just woken up in the middle of the night and easily fell back to sleep.

So she leaned on the sofa and dozed off, tilting her head and leaning on Dekan's shoulder.

But Dekan just sat quietly, as motionless as a chess player.

He looked at the paintings on the wall of the room, thinking about something.

"..."

It seems to be an intuition.

Dekan always felt as if there were eyes on him.

He swept his eyes around the room and quickly noticed——

Morion and Mr. Cat were lying on the bed and were secretly paying attention to him!

Dekan: (You didn’t sleep?)

Teacher Cat \u0026 Morion: (Sleeping.)

Dekan: "..." (MDZZ)

...

Until a blue-grey light appeared outside the window.

Although the sky was still gloomy, it already heralded the arrival of dawn.

"Dong dong."

There was finally a knock on the bedroom door.

Then the voice of Countess Lislina came from outside the door:

"My Lord Marquis, I'm sorry that I only caught three people tonight."

Not long after, Morion opened his eyes while lying on the bed, but he had no intention of getting up.

He replied:

"You've done a great job. It's almost dawn, go and rest, and let your dependents take my dependents to examine these humans."

Dekan, who was on the sofa, heard Morion's voice and couldn't help frowning and looking at Morion lying there.

Morion had closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

You mean.

Not planning to go?

Are you going to hide in your room and take a nap while Cornelia and I go to work?

Although it makes sense for the noble vampire Marquis to avoid daytime activities.

But Durkan feels that Morion seems to be squeezing the labor of his teammates?

This guy should give it a discount!