Chapitre 393: Her Highness The Cat

Moby slept like a little child, yet, the weight of the world still felt like it was sat on his shoulders, or in this case, his stomach. 

"Huh…" He mumbled out loud, moving his hands to scratch his aching eyes while something was clearly prowling on top of him. 

'Is that the cat? Is the cat moving on me?' He wondered, when suddenly, he heard a voice speak out to him.

"Wake up! It's already 10:00 am you know?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm up Avilia…" He yawned and opened his blurry eyes before sitting up straight. 

"Hmmm?" When he looked around him, he noticed that Regrit was not in bed, nor was he even in the house. He must have stayed up for the entire night. And as for what was on his stomach, it was indeed the black cat, and Moby's tired face could not help but simper. 

"What are you smiling for? Get out of bed and move!"