I, the little cat, am a substitute for others who are starving and thin

Yimi changed back into human form right in front of Beatrice because there were cat people in this world, so he could transform in front of her.

Beatrice just glanced at her and said nothing.

Yimi glanced at the door again and humbly asked her, "Can you teach me how to grow plants that can fight Diego?"

"That kind of nonsense, which has nothing to do with the above text, is simply childish nonsense. I don't have any fairy tales to read to you. Go away."

Beatrice waved her hand at her, as if to chase her away.

Yimi was unhappy: "It's useless."

"Why should Betty be complained about for your nonsense?"

Beatrice took out a thick book and pretended to hit Yimi on the head.

Yimi covered her head and dodged, and happened to bump into the table next to Beatrice's seat, and the book that Beatrice had been reading fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Beatrice quickly dropped the book in her hand, picked up the book and protected it in her arms, looking at the naughty child who stumbled in with dissatisfaction.

"..."

Yimi was pushed out with his head back.

She looked through the storage space. Since she was extremely dissatisfied with green peppers in Xiaoyuan's world, she certainly couldn't go to Zhijiu's vegetable garden to pick anything. Most of the fruits she wanted to eat were picked and eaten immediately.

We can't just sit there and wait for death. Maomao's ability to travel through worlds relies on the system, but Diego's travels through worlds are somewhat different. He changes his appearance each time, but he must also rely on other factors. As long as we find this Yimi, we can completely get rid of Diego.

Yimi took out the little dinosaur pajamas from the storage space and put them on herself. She walked forward stealthily, following the smell she had just smelled to find Roswaal's room. She gently turned the doorknob with a precision higher than Don't Starve and took a look inside.

I saw Roswaal sitting there, holding a book that looked very similar to the one Beatrice had just protected, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Before opening someone else's room, it's always best to knock on the door and say hello, little sister."

He closed the book and smiled at Yimi at the door. Although the smell was different and the tone of voice was disgusting, it was hard to find anyone else with that voice except Diego.

Although there is no direct malice shown, it gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Well."

Yimi took two steps and took another look at the book in Roswaal's hand. He could feel that the book was obviously different from the other books. Is this the prop Diego used to travel through the world?

10

Chapter 10: Even cats understand.

There was a faint smell of a witch, which was disgusting and made me want to smash him with a mace. He might have some purpose, or perhaps some other hidden secret. The details could only be determined after he woke up.

The younger blue-haired Rem, the twin maids cleaning the corridor, stared at the room where Natsuki Subaru was resting for a while, then turned and cleaned the next spot.

Then I saw shoe prints belonging to children appearing one after another on the place where I had just mopped.

"..."

"Unfamiliar ceiling."

Following an old joke, Natsuki Subaru sat up and looked around.

At least he didn't seem to have rebooted, right? But the memories before the coma felt like a dream. He'd encountered a female killer who was incredibly strong, almost inhuman, and was about to be crushed despite his best efforts. Just as he was about to die again, the little girl he'd encountered earlier suddenly appeared and, with some inexplicable attack, flipped her over, along with a large section of the road...

Natsuki Subaru opened the door and walked out.

"A smelly and stupid person."

Yimi, who happened to pass by, greeted him.

"What nonsense is coming out of your cute little mouth!"

Natsuki Subaru kept squeezing his face with his hands, and the pure, innocent and cute cat loli in his head was completely shattered.

He remembered that the most dream-like part was when a child suddenly broke into the scene and uttered rather filthy insults in her cute voice, although from the other person's perspective, he had indeed done something that deserved to be scolded.

Natsuki Subaru patted his face and cheered himself up: "A child who says such things will reduce his own cuteness points. At least call me 'Subaru-onii-chan', right?"

Yimi turned her head away and then turned back.

She still hadn't figured out the abnormality in this person, because the only power that could be considered 'knowledge' she had so far was the magical girl technology she had exchanged from Kyubey, and the use of miracles.

Not noticing her strangeness, Natsuki Subaru stretched and said, "Is this your home? How is Satella?"

"This is Diego's lair."

Yimi answered unhappily.

"Diego?"

"An enemy. He has something that can travel through the world."

"Across the world?"

Natsuki Subaru was shocked.

Sure enough, compared to the setting of being "hit by a truck", the setting of suddenly walking into a different world while walking in a supermarket is too outrageous. Was he summoned?

It was that Diego who did this, right? Maybe he even knew the source of his ability to reboot.

"Where is he now?"

Natsuki Subaru's mind went blank for a second.

What should I do after seeing him? Should I tell him I want to go home? That's impossible. Since he brought me to another world, there must be a purpose. Besides, does he really want to return to his own world?

He was a useless person who skipped school for many days and stayed at home all day hoping that no one would expect him to be of any use. Perhaps he could be more valuable in this world. But his parents were healthy, loving, and cared deeply for him...

“That place.”

Yimi pointed him in a direction and, ignoring his inner struggle, walked towards Beatrice's library.

"Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you there are no fairy tale books here?"

Beatrice remained expressionless as she looked up at Yimi.

Yimi came over and stretched out her hand: "Can you lend me that book of yours?"

"Why should Betty satisfy your curiosity?"

Beatrice paused turning the pages of the book and looked up at Yimi. "Could it be that this generation of Roswaal began to mate with demihumans and gave birth to a brat like you?"

"Combined?"

Cats are curious.

Beatrice blushed slightly and returned her gaze to the book. "Don't focus on such insignificant words. After all, you're nothing like Roswaal."

"So, are you Diego's accomplice?"

Yimi took a step back, slightly away from Beatrice.

The last person who colluded with Diego was the fake grandmother, who lied to her that Diego was innocent. Then the fake grandmother fought with her as the final boss.

"From what I remember, I have no idea what Diego is. It's probably just a fantasy you heard somewhere. Seriously, why would Betty even bother explaining something like this to a kid like you?"

Beatrice closed the book, and the coldness on her face melted away a lot: "Brother should be back. Betty is going to greet him."

Turning around, I saw Yimi covering her mouth again, as if she was deliberately trying to reduce her presence.

"…What do you mean by that 'I'll steal your book of wisdom when you leave' expression? Do you think Betty will leave you here?"

"Cats don't steal."

Yimi retorted, and once again grasped the key point: "The Book of Wisdom?"

"Tsk."

Realizing she'd let something slip, Beatrice's face twisted. "If that's what you're here for, I advise you to give up on it as soon as possible. Seriously, why would Roswaal let such a suspicious child like you in?"

She looked at Yimi, who was younger than her, for a while, thinking about the fact that he had come directly to her house: "Although it seems unlikely, you are not the 'one' that Betty has been waiting for, right?"

"that person?"

"Waiting for nothing."

Beatrice gently pushed Yimi's shoulder and walked out. "I'll leave you to Roswaal. You're just a little brat, but you're interested in the Book of Wisdom."

"Because Diego's book is the same as yours."

Yimi tried to use her shoes as brakes to resist Beatrice's push.

"The Yo Diego you're talking about isn't the Archbishop of the Witch Sin?"

The Archbishops of Sin in the Witch Cult are also a few mentally ill guys who are hated by everyone. They also have replicas of the Book of Wisdom called "Gospel". Although the ones in Beatrice and Roswaal's hands are not authentic, they are obviously much better than the super-degraded version of the Gospel.

The function is probably to be able to predict the future around to a certain extent.

"Can the Book of Wisdom travel across worlds?"

Yimi asked again.

"Where did you hear that weird concept? The only use of this thing for Betty is to tell her when she can stop guarding this library."

Beatrice was getting impatient.

She revealed too much to this child of unknown origin. God knows what she is here for.

But in fact, even in the most dangerous situation, it doesn't matter if this kid comes to kill her. After killing her, he can just be "that person" to help her get rid of the responsibility of guarding this place.

"Well."

Yimi didn't believe it, and she took the book of wisdom that appeared in her hands at some point, opened it and took a look.

"My book? When will you!"

Beatrice took a step back and cautiously summoned the Mana Arrow, aiming it at Yimi. "You naughty child, you still say you won't steal? Put it down now. If you give it back to me now, I can still treat it as a child's ignorant behavior."

"I didn't steal."

Yimi pointed at Beatrice's table.

Beatrice only saw that Yimi had used the storage space on her desk to put a pile of weeds.

Yimi flipped through the book and said, "There are no words on the back."

How could such a book exist? Wasn't it actually a book?

"Of course. There haven't been any words in Betty's books for four hundred years."

Beatrice clutched her chest in distress. "It's like saying 'that person' won't show up, and Betty has to guard this place for the rest of her life."

Her mother once told her that she had to guard here until 'that person' appeared, but 'that person' was just 'that person', without any characteristics to describe her, and the Book of Wisdom did not reveal anything about her future.

"Um... don't you want to stay here?"

Beatrice didn't explain, and even Imi, whose comprehension skills were similar to her own, didn't understand. She flipped through a few more pages, still unable to find the book's ability to travel through time and space, so she put it down unhappily.

"If you are 'that person', come back and ask me this question. You've seen that there's no writing on it. Now give it back to me. Even if it doesn't tell you when Betty can leave, it's something her mother left for her."

Strange person, wanting to leave but insisting on reading a book, and...

Yimi lowered his head and shook his ears: "Your name is Betty?"

"Why are you asking that question?"

Yimi took out a black marker from the storage space and wrote the words "Betty can leave the place where there are books everywhere" on a blank space on a page using the language of this world, and then returned the book to Beatrice.

“Now there are words.”

"?"

A book without words is just a notebook. How can there be words on the notebook if you don’t write on it? Even cats understand this.

11

Chapter 11: The Witch's Fragrance.

Even the characters were written incorrectly. In this short paragraph, there were only five correct ones. The handwriting was ugly and even the pen holding posture was wrong. The tip of the colored pen was very thick. These few characters even took up half of the page.

But the typos do not prevent others from understanding the meaning it expresses, the first time this text has appeared in four hundred years.

"Is that so?"

Beatrice's hands, holding the Book of Wisdom, trembled slightly. Although she was an artificial elf with a different structure from the human body, tears dripped down her cheeks towards the unsightly words.

She no longer had any hope. She had been guarding here for four hundred years. Occasionally, some people would come in. As time passed, even Roswaal, with whom she used to quarrel, had been replaced by several generations. She had always been alone in this library. Only this book, which no longer displayed words, carried the lingering fragrance of her mother and a hope that would probably never come.

In her eyes, 'that person' was probably the one who could kill her and free her from the agreement with her mother.