In his own quaint bedroom upstairs, Kalir let out a sigh of relief as he finished in brushing his teeth, washing his face and sterilizing his small wound that was on his forehead. The Akita wolf-dog sat down on the soft bed and stretched out his paws as he yawned distinctly.

'What a day. A night's sleep will do then for tomorrow.'

He then removed his beret and his boots. With these removed, he wrapped himself with a blanket like a burrito, switched off the lights and closes his eyes as he slips in for the night.

...

After for just a few minutes, Kalir opened his eyes but when he does, the sight of pitch black darkness surprised him.

'What the? What is this place?'

As he tried to check around, a sight of red eyes and a blue baseball bat glowed from the darkness within. The sudden appearance causes a off-guarded Kalir to ready himself in a battle stance.

'W-Who are you?! W-W-What do you want?'

A sinister giggle echoed out. The Akita wolf-dog realized that it sounded like a girl's snicker.

'You dare to ask me about myself, eh? What a question there that I didn't want to answer right away.'

Kalir plastered a curious yet a cautious look on his face.

'How come you say that? It's just a plain question.'

'I know, my royal canine.'

Kalir then heard a sinister giggle again before the mysterious being showed herself from the darkness. She was a black female cat wearing a blue beret, a pair of blood red pants and a powder white shirt drenched with blood tied along with a short red cape. She had red eyes with a weird blue stripes above her cheeks. The feline was also wearing gray boots and brandished her paw with a baseball bat.

As she moved closer, the Crown Prince backed out for a few steps. The feline then sighed.

'I see you backing away from me a bit. How coward you are.'

Her insulting words causes Kalir to react in slight anger.

'Hey! Better watch it, girl cause I'm not a coward as you might think.'

'Oh? You seem to be a bit challenged, eh?'

'Damn right! I'm one of the greatest melee fighter of the great Splenish Empire in here. Not one of my enemies were a match on me.'

'You? As the greatest fighter, you say? Ha! Don't amuse me there.'

'I'm not amusing you, girl.'

'I see. You're telling me the truth, eh?'

'Of course I did tell you that. I'm a fighter with prestigious honor!'

The female cat laughed evilly.

'What a string of words there! I like it.'

Kalir started to feel his anger rising by the second passing by.

'Well then. If you want to prove yourself to your claim, so be it then.'

She then started to ready her baseball bat. Kalir was about to recoil when he realized that his cavalry saber was just hanging on his side. Immediately, he drew his blade out and the evil cat chuckled.

'A curved sword, eh? What a fine tool there for slashing through fur and flesh.'

'Indeed. I can't wait to use it to slice through your heart.'

'My heart? Sorry but I don't have a heart in me. In fact, I don't need one cause I'm very live in here.'

'Oh yeah? Prove it.'

Both he and the cat prepared themselves for a close-quarter melee. A canine versus a feline, a male versus a female, a sword versus a bat. They're about to fight on hand to hand.

'Prepare to be battered up in here.'

'Sure thing but be prepared to be sliced and dice by my imperial sword.'

'Let's end this boring conversation and start with this, shall we?'

Kalir grinned with a snicker.

'You have my word.'

...

As the Akita wolf-dog slept through, the morning sunlight started to shine onto his face. He then opened his eyes and raises his head up. Kalir checked around and he realized that he was back at his own bedroom.

'Whoa. What a dream there.'

A series of knocks interrupted him.

'Kalir, wake up! It's 9 AM. Better prepare for your early imperial work out here!'

'Uhh...Sure, Malir. I'll be right down there in a moment!'

'Sure thing!'

Kalir then sat on his bed and continued on pondering.

'I wonder who's that female cat in my dream there?'

He then sighed before standing up and went to the bathroom for a quick rinse.