"I will not allow you to do this to my cute servant, Grayfia!"

"It cannot be helped, Ojou-sama. In order for you to avoid the engagement to the Phenex, a deal was made."

"But I just went through all that! Why should Koneko have to go through the same ordeal?"

… Buchou and Grayfia-san don't know it, but I can hear everything they say. I know who they are talking about.

… Me.

… It was supposed to be a celebration. Ise-sempai was actually cool and beat the yakitori pervert. He had done it to save Buchou, but he also saved Akeno-sempai, Asia-sempai, and me.

… I was shocked that Ise-sempai could be reliable. He is always a pervert who only has lewd thoughts in his head. But Ise-sempai rescued Buchou with a good idea, and had punched the yakitori pervert in the center, just like I taught him.

… I was happy.

… But then I noticed Grayfia-san's ki seemed sad, even though she helped with the plan. Grayfia-san called Buchou over to discuss something. Akeno-sempai followed. The others were busy celebrating, Ise-sempai talking to Yuuto-sempai about swords and Asia-sempai acting like normal. Buchou and they forgot I could listen really well. They forgot that nekomata have really powerful senses.

… Like a monster.

… No, I can't think like that. Roku-sempai told me I'm not a monster. He told me I can choose to be me. I trust Roku-sempai.

… Or at least, I thought I did.

"Ojou-sama, she will still be your servant. No one can take her away from you. But Koneko-sama has been chosen as a mistress to a young kitsune from a family with much influence. They seek to restore the nekomata line, and see the kitsune as a way to accomplish that."

… The only kitsune I know is Roku-sempai.

… Did Roku-sempai know about this? Did he only help me to get closer to me?

… And I thought I liked Roku-sempai. But he only used me. Just like that time.

… Buchou keeps defending me, but I know it's useless. She had her wish come true, but there were consequences. And I am left to suffer from her choices.

… Just like Onee-sama.

… I quietly leave the room, careful to not let anyone see me crying. Tonight was to be a happy night. I want the others to enjoy it.

… I'm a monster. I'm not supposed to enjoy it.

And thus ends Nekomata of the Club trip, which I ended on, what I believe, a fitting note. It's really short, but I hope you enjoyed something from Koneko's point of view. I'm sorry about all the ellipsis (or the three doubts at the beginning of each paragraph), but that's the way she talks. It's so adorably sad! Oh, I wish I could just hug her and tell her everything will be alright!

... Anyways, next up is Holy Swords of the Sports Festival.