Je suis devenu le précieux chat du sultan - Chapitre 6
Chapitre 6
'Oh mon Dieu. Am I back as a cat again?!'
I thought I had turned into a human, but I can’t believe I turned back in a few minutes. I was speechless.
pourtant, security guards rushed in so I didn’t have time to think about it.
Surprised by the loud footsteps, I ran towards the exit with all my might.
“It’s running away! Get that cat!"
You think you will catch me with such sluggish movements, hein? Aucune chance.
Combien de temps dois-je attendre mes boissons!" (Catch me if you can!)
I made full use of the skills I had learned while running around the marketplace.
Flying up like a butterfly, walking past the guards’ legs like a bee.
Finalement, I succeeded in getting out of the wide open door and ran away without looking back.
“Where the hell did she go?"
A few people came after me, but when I hid in the garden, they were unable to find me and went back.
It was when I was hiding in the grass of the garden, tremblant, with the thought of me being caught.
Someone grabbed me by the back of my neck and lifted me up.
Combien de temps dois-je attendre mes boissons!" (Quoi?!)
After being caught from a point where I couldn’t do anything, I was held in someone’s arms without much resistance.
"Oh, there’s been a bit of a commotion.”
It was Aziz who found me.
‘Where have you been all this time?!'
I was about to die and came alive; tears and sorrow flooded in.
I was meowing and sniffing at his arm, and Aziz smiled awkwardly and said.
“I made Ms. Cat cry through my negligence. "Mais reste
“Meow…… “(If you’re sorry, then it’s okay…….)
“You must be tired. If you sleep for a while, I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
Aziz put his hand on my forehead and uttered an incomprehensible spell.
‘Huh…..?'
Purple color spread from his hand, and I fell asleep.
Le jeune homme, who embraced the kitten in his arms, walked away from the source of disturbance with a satisfied smile
***
Sulayman was in a pretty bad mood that day.
The remarks from the elders convened before his official inauguration ceremony seemed offensive to him.
“You just had your coming-of-age ceremony, governor-general of the capital!"
‘Leave everything to us. Don’t you have such experienced servants?'
“Ha..”
I really want to kill them all. Il murmura, se mordant les lèvres.
Watching the ineffective battle that took place in the conference hall, he was filled with desire to create a bloody atmosphere.
pourtant, he didn’t have any definite power yet. Now is the time to bow down and wait.
It was very unusual for him to take the position of governor-general of the capital Easton since he was the second prince of the Ashtal Kingdom.
From his early teens, Sulayman was already prominent among princes.
His innate agility, excellent martial arts skills, and his leadership skills made it possible for everyone to return victorious in numerous territorial disputes and wars.
Everyone tacitly agreed that he was the next sultan.
pourtant, it was rather early to receive the governorship of the capital only at the age of 20.
Suleiman’s abdication of the governor was possible because of the power of the kingdom’s current Sultan and his biological mother, Hurrem.
No matter how much he was recognized for his excellence, other princes and their biological mothers were eye-catching and looking for opportunities to explore the city.
Nobles couldn’t have been comfortable because the current sultan placed his own son, who had just held the coming-of-age ceremony, as governor of the capital.
‘….I have a headache.’
After thinking about it until late afternoon, he barely had dinner and went back to his room, but he felt strangely very tired today.
"Est-ce que vous allez bien, Prince? Tu n'as pas l'air bien.
Suleiman’s brow furrowed when one of the maids clinged close to him and spoke.
"C'est assez. S'en aller."
"Pardon, "Mais reste
The maid hastily bowed her head, and repeated her words of apologies one after another.
There were many temptations for him, since belonged to the imperial family.
Il n'y a pas longtemps, a leading aristocrat in the capital brought a woman into bed to make a line with him.
Not one but three.
Even the Sultana, sa mère, stepped forward to make harem for him, but Sulayman had no intention of doing so.
He was a terrible workaholic and strict to himself, only interested in building the power of the kingdom.
The beautiful harem women were just a nuisance to Sulayman.
‘It’s not the only thing that’s annoying.’
He walked down the long corridor of the royal palace, pointing to his strangely throbbing temple today.
When Sulayman, who arrived in front of his room, arrêté, the servants on both sides opened the door.
“You don’t need to wait. I’m going to bed early today. Everybody out.”
"Oui, mon prince."
Seeing the prince, who was always unable to sleep until late in the morning, headed to bed early, the courtiers called for joy.
His exclusive servants and maids left the room cheerfully, unlike the owner, who was in a very bad mood.
Only then did Sulayman, à la toute fin de l'empire, sat on the edge of the bed.
He was fine until dinner, but now his whole body felt limp like a heavy, wet cotton.
He rubbed his forehead and sighed softly as he muttered.
“……That’s too much for me.”
The princes of the kingdom were given territories to rule, and Sulayman also ruled a city before coming to the capital.
pourtant, due to the strict orders of his mother, Hurrem Sultan, he was physically exhausted from cleaning up the estate in a short time.
C'est tout.
Not only was the work of the capital to take care of as the new governor, but also the work sent by the mother was a lot as well.
He didn’t have time to rest until dawn, so he decided to go to sleep early for the first time in a long time.
Like a long-trained warrior, his nimble muscles twitched flexibly as he moved.
After all preparations were made, he lay down on the bed with only one robe on his body.
As soon as he covered the duvet, he fell into deep sleep.
Pour lui, who has been suffering from insomnia recently, he had a good sleep.
Mais après un certain temps, un faible, auditory cry came to his ears.
‘Cat sound…..? That can’t be true.’
Unlike other royal families who live with cats for life, Sulayman has never owned a single cat.
He tried to ignore thinking it was a sound he’s hearing in a dream, but the main character of the sound clinged to his shoulder.
‘ ……It’s warm.’
A soft and warm body temperature was transmitted through the thin robe.
It was a moment when he felt that feeling was cozy and pleasant.
The soft cat’s sole approached and pressed every part of his face.
même si elle s'est sentie obligée de le dire doucement, Miaou?
The cat seemed to be crying, but then suddenly kissed him with a snog.
It might have been just an auditory hallucination, but he could feel it all clearly.
‘I guess I’m too tired.’
He was determined to go back to sleep, en pensant, “I should see a doctor as soon as I wake up tomorrow.”
But despite the resolution being overshadowed, Suleiman couldn’t sleep.
The squishy tongue of a cat began to rub against his lips.
‘…It tickles.’
It was hard to get a proper sleep because of the strange sensation of stinging and softness.
He was trying to toss and turn, but suddenly a small straw touched the tip of his tongue.
“Ummm.”
À ce moment là, a strange sensation hit his whole body.
It felt as if he tasted the sweetest thing in the world.
À l'heure actuelle, the weight of the curse on his body felt as light as a cloud.
The feeling of the darkness that had been restraining his body for a long time was gradually lifting off, and he felt ecstatic beyond words.
It’s been more than ten years since he fell under a damn curse that even famous magicians from all over the continent couldn’t heal.
The comfort and warmth that I felt for the first time in my life spread like it was melting.
Sulayman slowly opened his eyes, raised himself from bed with his forehead on his hand.
Soon he found a woman crawling in a dark room, and let out a little groan.
‘Did someone send it again?'
Mother or aristocrats.
It was a bit strange to crawl as if it were a fish that came out of the water.
pourtant, if a naked woman is here at a time like this, perhaps his guess was correct.
Sulayman sighed, pulled out a sword from the pillow and slowly approached her.
She wouldn’t be an assassin in that way, but there was nothing wrong with checking her.
Sulayman went near the mirror and pointed the tip of his sword at her.
"Qui es-tu?"
Surprised by his words, the woman slowly turned her head.
“……!!"
He couldn’t help but be surprised when his eyes met a woman with a girlish face compared to her mature body.
Mince, silvery hair that glitters under the moonlight.
Moist eyes with different colors.
Her translucent skin, which was glowing faintly, and her cheeks and lips dyed red were all alluring.
‘Beautiful.’
Sans le savoir, he pretended to be calm and said words that were different from his heart.
“I asked who are you? You can’t talk?"
"Euh,… »
It didn’t seem like she was acting on purpose.
It would have been impossible for a normal person, but somehow he felt sorry for her appearance.
“I’ve never seen you before. Comment êtes-vous arrivés ici?"
Toujours, she was unable to answer.
Looking at the redness of her lips, even the vigilance of the last few days melted away.
‘This is not like me.’
It is a golden opportunity for a person who is sold for his beauty and broke into the prince’s room without permission.
Sulayman, who remembered the terrifying ‘three-person bed-breaking incident’, made up his mind and began to interrogate her.
If she was a normal person, it would have been enough to call the guard and put her in jail.
Mais étrangement, he wanted to keep talking.
Even though he knew she couldn’t answer anyway.
When he saw her crying like a kitten, he wanted to tease her like an immature boy.
This kind of feeling is strange.
The irrational attitude shown to a strange woman was not really like him.
À ce moment là, he could see blue drops twinkling on the choker tied around her neck.
“This is….”
He lowered his body to confirm the identity of the bell. Il a froncé les sourcils.
The blue bell was a sign of a special cat belonging to his mother.
‘You were able to get in here because you were wearing this.’
The Sultana seemed to have a weird taste by sending her like this.
‘If you’re sent by mother….Can we meet again?'
As strange expectations swelled, he fell into a confused mood again.
Par conséquent, harsh words poured out of his mouth that were inconsistent with his heart.
The words ‘It would be difficult to die here’ were actually made because he was worried about her, who looked somehow sick.
Mais pourquoi?
He didn’t hate to stare at her fiercely, while she was trembling like a frightened cat.
Non, it was fun, pour être honnête. Just facing an unknown woman.
‘…..I’m out of my mind.’
It doesn’t matter if she mother’s mark, the possibility that she is a dangerous person cannot be completely ruled out since she sneaked into the room.
He couldn’t understand his behavior without context even if he thought about it.
I’ve always thought that my mother, who is a sultan, had a lot of perverts, mais en quelque sorte, it seems that bloodlines can’t be deceived.
pourtant, his excitement ended the moment she disappeared with the smoke flowing out of the room.
“…is she gone?"
I used to be alone in this room, but why do I feel lonely?
Only a blanket was left on the place where she was.
‘If I could meet you again…..’
He picked up the blanket that was wrapped around her and kept it in the closet.
Everything that happened that night felt like a sweet mirage to him.