Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 125: The Cat's Tale

Outside the castle, the shouts of people and the crackling of the bonfire filled the air as lords and knights continued their search for the wicked cat known as "Cheeko."

Barrett raised the cat with both arms, his bright blue eyes locking with the cat's dark, slitted ones. With a serious expression, he asked, "Are they looking for you?"

The cat nodded obediently.

"Why would they be after a little kitten?" EeDeChi asked, clearly confused.

"This isn't a little kitten—it's a fat cat," Barrett corrected EeDeChi's mistake.

He gently placed the fat cat on the bed. Lying on its back, the cat stared at them with wide, round black eyes, its plump belly spread out like a cat pancake, wearing an utterly harmless expression.

"If it could talk, it would tell us why the lord is chasing it down," Barrett said, "but all it can do is meow."

The cat seemed to understand Barrett's words. It flipped over, stood up, and jumped off the bed with surprising agility.

It scurried into the backpack Barrett had set on the floor, rummaging around a bit before emerging with a piece of parchment and a white quill clutched in its mouth.

"Is it... trying to write?" Barrett gasped in shock.

The cat nodded obediently, prompting Barrett to quickly retrieve an ink bottle from his spatial ring. He unscrewed the cap and set the bottle on the ground.

Using its front paw, the cat spread out the parchment and gently bit the middle of the quill. It dipped the tip into the ink, coating it in black, then rubbed the nib against the bottle's rim to scrape off any excess drops.

Both EeDeChi and Barrett were stunned. Its actions were so practiced that it was obvious this wasn't the first time it had written—not held a pen, but actually written by biting it.

With both front paws, the cat smoothed out the creases on the parchment, held the quill in its mouth, and began writing with meticulous care.

Once again, this magical cat surpassed EeDeChi's and Barrett's expectations. Its handwriting was neat and elegant, almost rivaling the printed calligraphy in books. Barrett silently admitted that his own handwriting could never compare to the cat's.

The writing it produced wasn't the "cat language" EeDeChi had guessed—it was the common language both adventurers knew well. Soon, a line of elegant cursive letters appeared on the parchment:

{Hello, I'm Cheeko, and I'm a cat.}

Barrett gazed at Cheeko's crystalline sky-blue body and was moved by the thought—it truly believed itself to be a cat. Crouching down, Barrett asked, "Why does the lord want to kill you?"

The cat's pointed ears twitched, and with a soft rustle, it began to write on the parchment:

{A long time ago, I was born, and my mother passed down her knowledge to me. I was very curious about the world outside and wanted to explore it. I left my mother's body, rolling off in one direction.

{In the forest, I encountered an orange creature, all furry and several times my size. It pounced on me and bit me.

EeDeChi and Barrett nodded in understanding—after all, Cheeko wasn't an ordinary cat; it was essentially a peculiar creature, much like a slime.

{Then, a little girl ran over. She was more than ten times my size. She cried at me, saying I had killed her cat. Her cry was loud and piercing. I was very frightened.}

"Then you also swallowed her?" Barrett asked, momentarily at a loss for words.

The cat shook its head and continued writing: