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Nervously, Jaming played with his gloves, finding the ground very interesting.

"Jaming..." The robed figure said, almost menacingly. Jaming looked at the figure, sighing.

'If I tell him what I saw, he'll most likely not believe me...So either way, I lose..' He sighed, although a part of his conscious was thinking about why such a strange species was even existing in a forest.

"Well, sir, I doubt you'll believe what I have to say, however true it is. Even to myself, it sounds absurd." He looked at the robed figure, who made no change, if anything, he seemed more annoyed with Jaming than before. Jaming sighed, clearing his throat.

"Well, I was conversing with a humanoid like being, that had some features of common felines."

Silence filled the room, almost as though the words were sinking in.

"What did they look like?" The robed figure said, sounding genuinely curious..

"Sir, you can't possibly believe him." Gaspard said, looking rather annoyed. "Clearly, he's lying to prevent himself being persecuted as a spy." The robed figure cast a single glance at Gaspard, before redirecting his attention to Jaming.

"Describe their appearance." He said, no change to his tone.

"Well, they looked human, except for a few odd features. The first of which was their ears, which were on the top of their head. They also had strange, feline tails, as well as sharp teeth poking out a bit from their mouth." Almost subconsciously, he poked at his own sharp tooth.

"That's absurd." Gaspard muttered. "What you're describing sounds more like something in the realm of fantasy. A human-cat hybrid of sorts? What's next? Skeletal flying snakes that breath fire?"

"Enough Gaspard." The robed figure said. "If you doubt his claim so much, it's now your task to find out what he was talking to."

"My task? With all due respect-"

"Out of the three of us here, you're the one who claims, almost violently, that these species does not exist. So prove it, you saw where the figure went after it finished talking to Jaming, no? Track it down, and either prove Jaming's right, or that we'll be one less crew member on this ship." The robed figure said, almost with a practiced calm. Gaspard let out a almost silent growl, before he bowed.

"As you wish, Emperor Griffon." He left the room with a professional grace.

"You shall stay here, and wait for your redemption, or your execution." Griffon said, before he faded out, leaving behind a slightly frightened Jaming.


"They can't possibly be real." Griffon said to himself, looking around his luxurious room

'Ah, but she was very much real .' A sleek, dark voice hissed into Griffon's mind. 'You forget already the Genie who wanted to make humanity pay?' Griffon shook his head, frowning.

"If they are real...what should I do with them?"

'Elminate them, of course. Remove all threats before they make themselves threatening, as humans would do to mice.'

"That would make us no different then humans." Griffon pointed out, pacing around his room. "We would lose a lot of supporters if we did that..."

'Hmm...Yes...Why not gift them instead?'

"Gift them?"

'Gift a share of them to our allies, gift a share of them to humans.'

"Why to-"

'As a experiment.' The voice whispered cooly. 'Say it is a test, to see which treats them kinder. Have that Gaspard check on them every so often to enforce this fact. This way, we keep a eye on those troublesome vermin, and if the humans treat them as we think they do..'

"Then we strengthen our cause.."

'And more will follow us, will swear their allegiance to us.' The voice whispered, almost smugly.

"This doesn't seem fair to the cat people...None of them have done anything yet."

'Sacrifices are made in war, and we must be cautious. Would you rather lose this fight against humans, due to a single cat person?'

"No..."

"My liege." Gaspard's voice echoed around the room. "I have returned..."


Within the Death Ark, Gaspard stood next to a frightened looking Jaming, holding a crying Cat Girl. She struggled against Gaspard's grip, but he held firm, almost as though she was a tiny child trying to escape.

Griffon slowly faded into the room, casting his gaze to the frightened looking Catgirl.

"So, he was right after all." Griffon said, sounding a tad bit smug. Gaspard growled, casting a glare to Jaming, who shrunk into the corner. "Were there more of them?"

"Yes my liege."

"Then, here's what I want you to do, ever so faithful servant."


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