HTLCCBFT Chapter 106

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 106

“We’ll talk about the name later.”

Before the cat-eared deity could become more clingy, Oliver had already sensed something and tactfully avoided the topic.

Forcing the conversation back on track, he steeled himself and pretended not to notice the large cat opposite him drooping its ears in disappointment, proceeding directly with his question: “Why did you take on Fosse’s appearance earlier?”

It seemed somewhat uncomfortable, or perhaps guilty, as it flicked its tail: “Because Fosse can always stay by your side.”

As its divine body truly coalesced, it also began to comprehend wisdom.

And so it realized… what cats couldn’t do, what chickens couldn’t do, what pigs couldn’t do—being inseparable—”Fosse” could do all of it.

Not only could it follow, but it could also speak openly and legitimately.

And Oliver, it seemed, also listened to “Fosse.”

What Oliver didn’t know was that for this newborn deity, aside from its one beloved believer, there wasn’t much distinction between the various life forms in the human world.

Even a “cat,” though slightly related to its Divinity, only accounted for a very small part of its divine body’s appearance.

The reason it took on the form of a “cat” and became active in the castle… was both to conserve divine power and because its Oliver seemed to like those “cats” very much.

Since Oliver clearly preferred the butler Fosse over “cats,” “chickens,” and “pigs,” it naturally chose to take on “Fosse’s” appearance.

Never expecting such an… absurd yet pure answer.

Oliver’s eyelid twitched slightly. He rubbed his forehead, caught between amusement and exasperation, and did his best to reason with this inexplicably simple and naive deity: “If possible, I’d prefer if you didn’t take on Fosse’s appearance anymore.”

It tilted its head.

Then asked, puzzled: “Why?”

Oliver replied calmly: “It would absolutely cause chaos.”

Never mind whether others might be frightened into cardiac arrest by the “adorable cat-eared butler,” Fosse himself would definitely never accept it.

It would either be the former knight captain drawing his sword in rage, intent on deicide, or the deity delivering severe punishment to those who dared offend it.

If it were the deity from a month ago, it would have done its utmost to fulfill any request made by its beloved believer.

But now, having gradually awakened to the wisdom of a “deity” and inevitably acquired some cunning due to complex human prayers, the cat-eared deity didn’t immediately agree.

It gazed thoughtfully at Oliver.

Its sitting posture remained dignified, but the fluffy, soft tail behind it swayed slowly back and forth, constantly “tempting” Oliver.

Clearly, it was seriously considering whether to agree or not.

“If I agree,” the increasingly cunning newborn deity cautiously inquired, “can I still follow you every day like Fosse does?”

Oliver: “……”

What would it need to follow him for?

Though he very much wanted to ask directly, reason stopped him.

“Of course you can.” Oliver smiled slightly, as if utterly delighted: “As long as you’re willing to cooperate with me regarding explaining your identity, rather than directly announcing your divine name to others.”

He was already conspicuous enough as it was—he certainly didn’t want to traverse his territory under the fervent gazes of countless people while accompanied by an even more eye-catching, innocent yet formidable Cat God.

Without hesitation, the deity nodded.

Once this matter was settled, Oliver continued with his questions.

Hesitating briefly, he asked haltingly, “Have I seen you before? I mean, in your current form. In that golden Divine Temple.”

The cat-eared deity gazed at him in confusion, clearly not understanding why he was asking a question with such an obvious answer. But it quickly nodded again and added, “In the Divine Temple, we, met many times.”

Not only had they met, but they had also embraced, petted, kissed, and praised the deity as the most wonderful Cat God…

If Oliver had known what the deity was resentfully muttering in its heart, he would have been immensely grateful for its restraint.

At least it hadn’t exposed his dark history of committing numerous inappropriate acts while unaware, especially when he was already feeling extremely awkward.

But even if the cat-eared deity remained silent, Oliver hadn’t lost his memory.

Just the small portion he could recall was enough to make him feel suffocated.

He closed his eyes for a moment and asked again, “…The golden giant cat that appeared recently, and the golden statue by my bedside—both were you, right?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the deity nodded once more.

Oliver groaned inwardly and weakly shut his eyes.

There was simply no way such a spirited and adorable wild giant cat could exist in this world, nor could a lucky cat statue inexplicably gain weight overnight and then become lighter the next.

After all, it housed the soul of a deity—how could it not be capable of endless transformations?

“Then why did you take the form of a giant cat?” Oliver asked with difficulty, his thoughts wandering freely: “Could it be that there are demons in the territory disguised as mice?”

Was it specifically to catch them in a feline form?

But the deity shook its head.

Its golden eyes clearly reflected the beautiful lord’s perplexed expression. Its speech was still slow, as it was unaccustomed to translating divine language into human speech, but it tried its best to articulate.

“There are no demons,” it answered earnestly. “It’s just because, Oliver, likes.”

“Oliver, likes?”

Oliver echoed in confusion.

Even after the cat-eared deity had shown him unimaginable intimacy, he still found it hard to believe that he had first been able to name the deity and then influence it to change its form.

Even upon hearing “Oliver,” he didn’t associate it with himself.

After all, in this world, the only person who shared his surname was Cameron; all his other fathers and brothers were dead.

And as for the royal family, a collection of genetic disorders, their descendants had dwindled. All his cousins, uncles, and great-uncles had unfortunately died young, leaving not a single one still breathing.

But there were far too many people with the same given name, “Oliver.”

Just in Laina City alone, five or six could be found in a short time… It was a relatively common name.

“Hmm.” However, the cat-eared deity’s next words dispelled these thoughts: “You, don’t you, like cats very much?”

Oliver instinctively refuted, “No, I still prefer chickens now.”

Chickens are easy to raise, they lay eggs, and they can be slaughtered for meat.

However, even if the cat-eared deity was naive, having suffered too many losses, even without using the divine power to read his thoughts, he was not deceived by Oliver’s insincere words.

He frowned slightly, looked at Oliver, and said seriously, “Oliver, you’re lying.”

Clearly, he had seen it with his own eyes.

Oliver had indeed liked those chicks very much before, but he never carried them around or kissed their downy feathers.

He always had others take care of them and never brought them into the bedroom.

Lately, even his gestures of petting them seemed rushed and perfunctory.

Even the statue where his divine sense resided could sit by the bedside.

Suddenly accused, Oliver was stunned for a moment before casually saying, “Hmm, you’re right about everything.”

Of course, the cat-eared deity didn’t know that this was the perfect perfunctory phrase particularly favored by scoundrels with guilty consciences.

After getting a positive response from Oliver, though his face didn’t show it, the tail behind him happily stood up and swayed from side to side.

Oliver struggled to tear his gaze away from the large tail that attracted his attention like a cat teaser before continuing, “If you want to stay… can you retract your ears and tail in front of others?”

Before the other could react, he inexplicably added, “Of course, in this bedroom, you can let them out freely.”

The cat-eared deity blinked. “I can.”

As soon as the words fell, Oliver couldn’t help but widen his eyes slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the incredibly tempting cat ears and large tail were completely retracted.

Now, he looked like an ordinary… no, a young man whose handsomeness was anything but ordinary, with a pure and noble aura, exuding an indescribable faint dignity.

At this point in the conversation, Oliver actually had nothing more to ask for the time being.

The sudden influx of information was simply too much.

—And the intense shame alone would require a considerable amount of time for him to digest on his own.

Oliver began to think about how to tactfully and politely guide this cat-eared deity to the guest room next to where Arte currently lived.

After pondering for a short while, he carefully chose his words and decided to start the topic with a relevant question: “May I ask why you were sitting on my bed?”

If it was because he fancied his admittedly soft and high-quality mattress, Oliver could easily have Fosse prepare an identical one or even move this one to the guest room to satisfy the deity.

However, he tilted his head slightly and without hesitation gave an answer that seemed completely unrelated: “I’ve taken a bath.”

“Huh?”

Oliver’s smile was tinged with confusion.

He pursed his lips, as if somewhat aggrieved and disheartened that Oliver had forgotten such important words. After a long pause, he emphasized with an unprecedented stress, using the words his believer had personally spoken: “I ‘look very clean and am very handsome. Before getting into Oliver’s bed, I’ve already taken a bath’!”

Oliver: “……”

After the cat-eared deity’s somewhat sorrowful reminder, he finally recalled the words he had casually spoken while bathing the cat that day.

“But,” faced with such a willful interpretation, even though he knew the other was a deity, he still asked incredulously, “Just because taking a bath allows you to get on my bed, doesn’t mean that taking a bath guarantees you can get on my bed.”

Besides, you’re a God!

Looking at the cat-eared deity’s increasingly aggrieved expression, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong… Oliver still felt an inexplicable yet overwhelming sense of guilt.

“Before, it was allowed.”

The cat-eared deity hung its head.

After gaining wisdom, not only could it speak, but it had also become more stubborn.

And in Oliver’s eyes, even though it hid its cat ears and tail, which revealed its emotions, anyone could see the disappointment and reluctance: “Clearly, it was allowed before.”

Oliver was still holding on to his last bit of resolve: “But—”

The deity muttered gloomily, “Oliver!”

Suddenly, the poor Lord felt as if he were a malicious parent, cruelly deceiving a usually well-behaved and obedient child who, on the rare occasion of throwing a tantrum, was harshly rejected.

Or like coldly brushing off a wife who complained about his indifference and insisted on sleeping separately.

…And in either case, he was an absolute scoundrel.

Oliver continued to struggle desperately: “Have you ever seen Fosse get on my bed? Even when you were like this, at most I would sit on the bed and hold you. I never slept with you, right?”

“You have.”

It turned out the deity’s memory was far better than the selectively amnesiac Lord’s.

After unhesitatingly exposing the lie, it had a sudden inspiration…

The next moment, a familiar golden mist appeared before Oliver’s eyes again.

As the golden mist dissipated, the golden cat—which had shared his bed every night for over a month and often kissed him while he rested with his eyes closed—reappeared on the bed.

With over a month of experience, it skillfully burrowed under the covers and declared confidently, “Like this, it’s definitely allowed.”

Oliver: “……”

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