Reincarnated as a Tabby Cat: Daily Life with the School Beauty Empress

The Royal Family Residence.

The hall was brightly lit. Two rows of thick black stone pillars stretched from the entrance to the deepest part of the hall, each pillar adorned with lifelike dragon reliefs, their claws outstretched.

On a high platform at the far end of the hall sat a chair carved from some kind of black animal bone. Rather than a chair, it resembled a miniature throne. Two bone dragons were intertwined on the back of the chair, their heads flanking each other. Fist-sized red gems were embedded in their empty eye sockets, gleaming eerily in the lamplight.

The person in the seat looked to be no more than fifty years old.

He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and a small, neatly trimmed mustache under his chin.

His hair was jet black and meticulously combed. He wasn't particularly tall, but sitting there with his back straight and his hands on the armrests, the sense of oppression he exuded was so strong it was almost tangible.

Tenth-tier martial artist.

Twin Masters.

Both dragon-type Emperor-level contracted beasts have reached the peak of the tenth rank in strength.

It's just one step away from reaching the Immortal Realm level.

Looking across the entire Dragon Empire, the number of people who can rival him can be counted on one hand.

His name is Wang Bote, the current patriarch of the Wang family.

At this moment, his face was ashen.

In the center of the hall, Wang Yi knelt on one knee, his head slightly lowered, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

"You bastard!"

Wang Bote's voice wasn't loud, but the air temperature in the hall suddenly dropped several degrees.

The light reflected from the two longan gems cast deep shadows on his face, making his expression appear exceptionally cold.

"I know Wang Teng is stupid. He's hardly ever done anything right since he was a kid." Wang Bote slowly raised and lowered his fingers one by one from the armrest. "But what about you?"

Wang Yi's back stiffened slightly.

"You're his older brother, the most outstanding talent of the Wang family's generation. Peak ninth rank, Emperor-level sub-dragon. One of the top three young figures in the entire capital. With a brain like that, you came up with such a stupid idea as giving him a summoning spirit tablet?"

"Father, it's me,"

"Shut up," Wang Bo interrupted him. "I'm asking you, when you gave him the memorial tablet, did you ever think about what would happen if he died?"

Wang Yi's lips moved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "I've considered it. A fifth-tier King-level and a sixth-tier Emperor-level should be more than enough to deal with a freshman. I underestimated their strength."

"Underestimating?" Wang Bo sneered. "A newcomer to the sixth-tier martial arts world, paired with a fourth-tier king-level tabby cat that knows gravity space, illusion magic, and mental attacks. You haven't even figured out your opponent's level before sending your brother onto the arena. Is that underestimating? That's called treating human life like dirt."

Wang Yi didn't argue further, but simply knelt even lower.

"And another thing," Wang Bo's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, "who taught you to impersonate a Twin Master? Hmm?"

The lights in the hall suddenly shook violently.

That was an aura fluctuation caused by the outward leakage of anger from a tenth-level martial artist.

"The Twin Master is the most core bloodline talent of our Wang family, the foundation upon which we stand in the Dragon Empire! You let a piece of trash who doesn't possess this talent at all impersonate him in front of thousands of people? Now look what's happened, the entire capital knows that the Wang family produced a 'fake' Twin Master, exposed on the spot, and killed on the spot."

"This is a disgrace you, Wang Yi, have brought upon yourself."

Wang Bote spoke slowly and deliberately.

Wang Yi's forehead was pressed against the ground, and sweat dripped onto the cold stone bricks.

"Father, please calm down. It was indeed my oversight in this matter, and I am willing to accept punishment."

His tone was respectful, but his wording was very skillful; he said "I didn't think it through" instead of "It's my fault."

"However," Wang Yi raised his head, "Father, Wang Teng is, after all, your own flesh and blood, my own brother. Regardless of the cause, he died on the arena of the Imperial Academy in the capital, killed by a cat. If we just let this matter go, what will outsiders think of the Wang family?"

He paused, then added, "Especially those from the Murong and Situ families, they're probably already laughing at us."

This statement precisely hit Wang Bote's sore spot.

The hall remained silent for a long time.

Wang Bote's fingers stopped tapping. He slowly stood up.

"stand up."

Wang Yi stood up and stood with his hands at his sides.

Wang Bo stepped down from the platform and strode out of the mansion. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

As I walked to the gate of the mansion, the night breeze rushed towards me.

Wang Bote stood on the steps and raised his left hand.

A black contract array unfolded in his palm, its dim light illuminating half the courtyard.

Buzz,

A deep dragon roar emanated from the depths of the magic array, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

A colossal creature descended from the void.

Black-scaled Fire Dragon.

Its size blotted out half the sky, its entire body covered in jet-black dragon scales, with dark red flames flowing between the scales, as if an inextinguishable furnace was hidden within its body. A pair of vertical pupils looked down at the ground, their gaze devoid of any warmth that a living being should possess.

A peak tenth-tier Emperor-level contracted beast.

Those standing at its feet are as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Wang Bo stepped onto the dragon's back, followed by two bodyguards.

"Walk."

With a single word uttered, the Black-Scaled Fire Dragon spread its wings, which were a full forty meters long, and suddenly flapped them, soaring into the sky with a wave of heat, flying towards the Imperial Academy in the capital.

……

At the Imperial Academy in the capital, the security chief on night duty is drinking tea.

Before he could even bring the cup to his lips, his hand froze.

A terrifying pressure descended from the western sky, like an invisible mountain suddenly pressing down on the entire academy island.

The teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground.

"Warning! Warning! A pressure source of level ten or higher is approaching! It's located to the northwest, three kilometers away! It's moving extremely fast!"

"What?!"

The alarm blared throughout the entire college, waking the sleeping students. Many rushed to the windows and witnessed a scene they would never forget.

In the night sky, a huge black dragon was flying towards the academy.

The dark red flames between the dragon scales were particularly striking in the darkness, like a burning crack across the sky. The oppressive aura weighed heavily on everyone's heads, making it difficult to breathe.

"What...what is that?"

"A dragon?! A dragon-like beast!"

"Holy crap, that size... it's at least a tenth-tier monster!"

"Who is it? Who dares to summon a tenth-tier beast above the academy?"

Panic spread among the students.

But the panic lasted for less than ten seconds.

Because another figure soared into the air from the central tower of the academy.

Li Kaishan.

He wasn't wearing the principal's formal attire, only a gray outer robe, his hair slightly disheveled by the night wind. But beneath his feet stood a strange beast whose entire body flowed with silver light.

That was a deer.

Silver Deer.

It was less than a tenth the size of the Black Scale Fire Dragon, but the aura it exuded was on par with the Black Dragon. Both were at the peak of the tenth rank. Both possessed Emperor-level aptitude.

Two figures faced each other in the night sky, three hundred meters above the academy.

Black Dragon and White Deer.

Flames and silver light.

On the ground, everyone looked up, not daring to breathe.

"Royal Patriarch."

Li Kaishan's voice wasn't loud, but with the support of spiritual energy, it could be clearly heard for miles around.

"What are they planning to do, driving a tenth-tier dragon straight into the Royal Academy in the middle of the night with such a grand display?"

On the back of the black-scaled fire dragon, Wang Bo stood with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at the middle-aged man opposite him who was wearing an outer robe and riding a white deer.

"Principal Li, my youngest son, Wang Teng, died today in your college." His tone was calm, but every word was heavy. "Tell me, how should this be settled?"

Li Kaishan's expression remained unchanged: "Patriarch Wang, please accept my condolences."

"I don't want your condolences," Wang Bo interrupted. "I want an explanation."

"The statement has already been made," Li Kaishan responded. "The academy's law enforcement department has completed its full investigation today. Wang Teng violated regulations by bringing a sixth-tier Emperor-level summoning spirit tablet into the competition, and faked his Twin Master talent. He launched a three-pronged attack on Su Qianxue on the arena, with every move intended to kill. Su Qianxue's contracted beast caused Wang Teng's death while protecting its master, and this was determined to be manslaughter."

"Killed by a contracted beast?" Wang Bo's eyebrows furrowed. "Impossible. How could a fourth-tier cat possibly kill a peak fifth-tier martial artist?"

"You're welcome to come and see." Li Kaishan's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. "All eight arenas in the academy are equipped with full-angle psionic monitoring, recording every frame of the battle. If Clan Chief Wang doesn't believe me, come with me to the monitoring room."

Wang Bo was silent for a few seconds, then snorted coldly, "Lead the way."