690: What Should He Do?!

What Should He Do?!

Both of them tacitly agreed not to bring this matter up ever again. The stupid assassin was tactful for once. Except for that rage-inducing excuse he threw out earlier, he did not say anymore more and obediently cleaned the milk bowl for Zeke. Of course, that was after Zeke gave him three bloody scratches on the back of his hand.2

As the water was running in the pantry, Zeke finally could not endure it anymore and bent down to lick his wet and sticky fur. Goodness, it was a miracle how he had not died of sheer rage and frustration. He, a dignified Crown Prince, was reduced into a little kitty who had to clean his own fur? He was more and more certain that this was his Imperial Father's attempt to infuriate him to death.

Subsequently, a temporary truce was formed between the two of them. 

With his belly warm and comfortable, Zeke was very satisfied and decided to spare the stupid assassin for now. To begin with, his body was still very weak and he would be no match if a fight broke out between them. It would only serve to humiliate him further. 

The assassin did not look like a talkative person at all. After he finished washing the bowl, he acted as if Zeke did not exist and stood in front of the sole window in the wooden cabin, staring at the raging blizzard outside.

Now that Zeke's mind was not muddled from hunger, he belatedly realized that this assassin's house was very… barren. There was nothing inside except the most basic furniture such as the bed, table and chair, and a wardrobe. Zeke had not entered the bathroom, but he could guess that it was very minimalistic as well. It gave off a very… desolate impression. If not for the fact that the entire cabin smelled like him, Zeke would have thought that the man had robbed a random cabin for the night.

The stupid assassin did not rest, and thus Zeke did not dare to close his eyes either for fear that he would suddenly get attacked. He stretched out his front paws and leaned his head on it, staring thoughtfully at the man's back. 

Even now that he had settled in his own dwelling, he still gave off a very sharp and dangerous aura as if he was a sword who had lost its sheath, unable to bring himself to relax even for a moment.

Minutes and hours ticked by as Zeke tried to resist his boredom. He yawned for the nth time, yet the other person still had not moved a bit as if he had become a statue. 

"Miw." Hey.

"Miw. Miw." What are you doing there? Aren't you tired of standing? 

"Miiww… Miw!" You have worked hard killing everyone. Go and take a rest. Oh, don't forget to kill me along the way too! 

The assassin finally turned around to cast him a speechless look. However, before he could open his mouth to say something that could possibly trigger another round of battle between them, he suddenly staggered as if an invisible force had struck him. His hand reached out to hold onto the wall for support, but his knees suddenly buckled and he collapsed to the ground with a loud thud.

"Miw?!" Stupid assassin?!!

Zeke was so shocked that he shot up to his feet, his fur poofing up like a hedgehog. What was wrong with him? Why did he suddenly collapse just like that?! 

Zeke rushed to the edge of the table before he abruptly skidded to a halt. He had never thought of this matter before but now that he was in this kitten's body, the table became so high as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff. Zeke felt dizzy just by looking down and he could already envision how his body would be smashed into pulp if he were to jump…

He was stunned when the notion flashed through his mind. Wait a moment. Wasn't death his ultimate goal to begin with? If… he could die just by jumping off the table, then he should do so! Goodness, the hunger must have messed with his mind. Why hadn't he thought of this brilliant way?!

Bracing himself, Zeke took one deep inhale, squeezed his eyes shut and jumped without any hesitation! Wind whistled past his ears and he could feel his heart lurching to his throat. And then…

…he smoothly landed on the floor with his paws intact. It was a very neat and beautiful jump.

Zeke: "..." Damn this stupid agile body!

Just as Zeke was cursing the simulation and all the researchers who had built it, the assassin suddenly let out a muffled groan. Zeke promptly forgot what he was angry about and rushed to the assassin's side, mewling and prodding his arm anxiously.

Hey, what's wrong with you? If you die, then what about me?! Won't I be trapped inside the simulation forever?!

"...shut up," the assassin lifted a hand to swat him away, and Zeke was surprised by how scorching the hand that touched his fur was. 

He had failed to notice it before because the assassin's complexion had always looked quite pale, but now there were beads of perspiration forming on his forehead. His lips were chapped, his breathing was also ragged. 

Hesitant, Zeke crept closer and pressed his paw pad on the assassin's cheek. Oh God, it was so hot!

This was the first time Zeke had to deal with a sick person and he froze, not knowing what to do. Previously, everyone in the Imperial Palace had swiftly summoned royal doctors if he was feeling the slightest bit of discomfort. As for the servants, they did not even dare to get close to him when they were sick. As such, Zeke really had no idea what he should do right now.

Medicine! He should get medicine! But how the hell was he supposed to do that with this body?!

Call for help? Zeke scanned the assassin, even circling around his body twice and poked around his pocket, yet he could not even find a terminal. Even if he did find it, it was not like he could communicate with the other side!

With dread sinking on his stomach, Zeke turned to stare out of the window and saw nothing but a wild expanse of whiteness. Just by listening to how hard the window was rattling, he could already tell how vicious the weather was now. It was entirely not an option for him to go out and seek help. 

What should he do then?!

Zeke paced back and forth anxiously. After deliberating for a while, he decided to go back to the assassin and slapped him awake. At least, he would be able to take care of himself! Zeke stood right in front of the man's face and swung his paw viciously.

Wake up, hey! You're not supposed to sleep on the floor! 

He had exerted all of his strength, yet to the other party the force he used was no different than a mere tickle. The blonde's eyebrows twitched before he slowly cracked his eyes open. Zeke was elated when he saw that. Finally, his effort had not been wasted! Huffing and puffing, he gave another annoyed mewl.

Get up and take medicine on your own! I am really unable to help you—

The next 'miw' abruptly got stuck on his throat when he stared right into the assassin's eyes. He saw the blank and unfocused eyes suddenly turned misty as the bright silver of his orbs dimmed. Then… a lone crystalline tear fell from the corner of his eyes. 

Zeke froze on the spot.

The assassin was… crying?

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