HTLCCBFT Chapter 107

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 107

Oliver never imagined he would ever face the dilemma of “how to tactfully drag a stubborn big cat off his own bed.”

Under normal circumstances, it was always him who had to resort to tricks, coaxing, and sweet-talking to lure those aloof and proud little darlings onto his bed.

Oliver stared blankly at the “Golden” deity—who had not only effortlessly burrowed under the covers but also clumsily closed its eyes in a poorly disguised attempt to feign sleep—and felt his eyelid twitch involuntarily.

If only this weren’t a seemingly cute but actually stubborn and cunning cat-shaped deity, but a truly spirited and adorable big cat instead.

Oliver thought gloomily.

In truth, he had long sensed that it was impossible for such a gentle, spirited, and affectionately clingy big cat—one that actively sought out cuddles and bed-sharing—to exist in this world… at least, not as a stray that had come to him on its own.

It was just that the happiness brought by its enthusiastic behavior had clouded his judgment, leading him to fully accept the strange aspects of the big cat during this time.

For instance, it never accepted any food from him—whether it came from the kitchen or the game system.

Nor was there ever any need for it to relieve itself.

It never made a sound.

Its fur remained immaculate, never getting dirty.

Oliver sat down blankly at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed quietly on the feigning big cat as he uncontrollably recalled these details.

In reality, there were even more suspicious points about it.

Although it stuck to him for the vast majority of the day, during the rare moments it didn’t, it would vanish without a trace as if evaporated, with no one knowing where it had gone, only to reappear suddenly on its own.

At the time, Oliver had rationalized it by thinking it was a clean and proud cat with a strong sense of territory, unwilling to let humans see where it buried its waste.

It completely ignored other people and would not hesitate to attack with its big tail if anyone got too close.

Perhaps, with its keen intuition, it had sensed his high status among the group… and with its pride, it only deigned to follow the ‘leader’ of this land, which explained why it was so attached to him.

As for refusing food, maybe it was just too wild, preferring only prey it hunted itself.

Looking back now, all those unreasonable points had a much more plausible explanation.

Oliver’s lips twitched slightly.

—Not needing to eat or relieve itself… aside from celestial beings, it could only be a divine cat.

Watching the big cat, which lay almost completely still except for the slight rise and fall of its platinum-soft belly, Oliver simply couldn’t bring himself—nor did he have the nerve—to drag this cat-shaped deity off his bed.

He could only sigh and resignedly decide to surrender his bed, or even the entire bedroom.

After all, if the great Cat God, well, *&%&% liked it…

As a “devout” follower who had been using its name as a pretext for so long, he ought to offer it up willingly.

But just as he placed his hand on the pillow, the cat-shaped deity—who hadn’t been able to resist secretly peeking into his thoughts with its Divine Sense—could hold back no longer.

After gaining wisdom, he guessed that Oliver might not like having his thoughts observed, so he had restrained himself from secretly peeking.

Only now… when he truly couldn’t understand, would he quietly open his eyes to take a glance.

He remained perfectly still, yet cunningly used divine power to press down on the pillow.

When Oliver tried to take the pillow, it wouldn’t budge.

At first he didn’t think much of it, soon trying again with more force—

The soft down pillow now felt as heavy as if filled with lead blocks, completely immovable!

Even the most oblivious person would have to realize something was wrong by now.

Oliver sighed helplessly, resisting the urge to pinch the mischievous Cat God’s ears: “My dear Cat God,” he inquired politely, “do you like this pillow?”

He could have called the deity by his true name.

But remembering how delighted and expectant the Cat God had looked earlier, and considering his own intention to maintain distance, he still chose the more casual “Cat God” that the deity had acknowledged.

To his surprise, the pretending-to-sleep Cat God cautiously opened the one eye that was visible.

Only one eye opened slowly.

The pure golden pupil resembled a tranquil lake, with only the blond lord able to detect the faint, poorly concealed ripples of unease within.

Having not even heard a “meow” for over a month, yet now hearing that deep, pleasant male voice, Oliver’s feelings grew even more complicated.

“I don’t like the pillow,” He answered earnestly, with unmistakable grievance in his tone: “What I like is Oliver.”

“It’s Oliver.”

He emphasized earnestly.

Although his beloved believer said nothing, and he didn’t understand why.

He vaguely knew that if Oliver managed to take away that pillow, his next step would be to leave this place.

Oliver’s fingertips trembled slightly.

Resisting the pitiful appeal of those beautiful cat eyes was incredibly difficult for him.

Oliver had to constantly remind himself that this dream cat before him was actually a deity wearing a cat skin, who had lived for who knows how long.

Perhaps this seemingly innocent appearance was deliberately put on—just to tease or test him, a mere human.

But even the usually eloquent lord found it hard to formulate a strong argument in his haste and confusion.

After a brief silence, he could only say helplessly: “Respected Cat God, you might not know this, but for humans, only married couples, blood relatives, or people who like each other can sleep in the same bed. How could I, a mere human, presume to claim such relationships with a deity, let alone sleep together?”

“It is about liking each other.”

Hearing Oliver’s words, the golden giant cat immediately happily shifted from lying down to standing up.

The elegantly proportioned “giant cat” suddenly approached Oliver, ears happily perked up, fluffy tail swaying from side to side.

He said eagerly: “Oliver clearly said with his own mouth that he likes me most, holds me, gives me flowers every day, kisses me… and many times at that.”

Therefore, Oliver should naturally sleep with him!

“……”

Oliver felt the pressure mounting dramatically.

Intellectually, he knew the Cat God was speaking the absolute truth.

Whether it was kissing the cat’s ears several times in the “dream” or the unwavering daily ritual of kissing the fortune cat statue’s paw pads every morning… the cat-shaped deity remembered every detail clearly.

But what had originally been casual words he’d spun just to coax the little cat into letting him pet its fluffy fur, now sounded completely different coming from the cat-shaped deity’s mouth.

It made him sound like a complete scoundrel.

If he were to claim now that “kissing” and saying “I like you” didn’t count, he’d be so shameless he wouldn’t even be able to face himself.

Oliver was utterly speechless.

…Truly, trouble came from the mouth, and he had only himself to blame.

Who would have thought that the version of himself who had once treated a genuine cat-shaped deity as an imaginary cat in his fantasies and freely teased it however he pleased, would end up rendering his present self tongue-tied?

Of course.

He couldn’t help thinking: perhaps it was also because this big cat put on such a pitiful, easily-bullied appearance that even he, knowing the reality of the situation, found it hard to resist the temptation of that soft belly so openly displayed for him.

After a long stare-down with this deity—who for some reason preferred to transform into a big cat, shamelessly burrowed under the covers, and stubbornly insisted on sleeping with him—Oliver finally surrendered temporarily: “…I understand.”

As long as the deity didn’t pull any “Cat deity’s grand transformation” tricks in the middle of the night, and he could ignore that slight discomfort in his heart, the joy still far outweighed the pain.

It was definitely worth it.

Besides, from the stories Fosse had told him about other deities, gods were often rather mischievous.

They would casually chat with their followers, performing what they called “tests” that were really just toying with people’s hearts.

Rather than angering a being with such formidable divine power, it was better to play along.

After all, once this cat-shaped deity with its peculiar hobbies grew tired of the mischief of sharing a bed with him, it would probably leave on its own.

Oliver thought.

Having decided to temporarily accept reality, he stopped agonizing over the Cat God’s insistence on sleeping in the same bed.

Before the excited cat-shaped deity could leap up from the bed, Oliver put on a serious expression and said in a low voice, “But what you don’t know, Cat God, is that humans can’t sleep during the day—they have to work.”

To his surprise, aside from being particularly stubborn about “sleeping,” the Cat God was quite reasonable in other respects.

Upon hearing this, it simply tilted its head and obediently nodded.

—Of course it knew.

Ever since it had gained consciousness, both the followers who prayed to it and continuously sent it the power of faith, and Oliver, whom it cared about most, all worked during daylight hours.

Facing the big cat staring at him with sparkling eyes, a “sinful” idea suddenly began to sprout quietly in Oliver’s mind…

“In order to fulfill the wish of the great Cat God,” Oliver said slowly, refining the idea as he spoke, “I need time to arrange a plausible identity for you to appear within the territory.”

On the surface, it had to be noble, so that Fosse would willingly accept his presence near Oliver without it seeming like an insult to the deity.

And of course, he couldn’t just appear out of thin air.

At the very least, he had to arrive at the Laina territory in a way that appeared normal to outsiders—either by “riding a carriage” or “on horseback,” just as Arte had done back in the day.

Even the thought of it made Oliver feel troubled.

But he had no choice—if he let the cat-shaped deity act freely, it would either make all the believers realize that “a deity had descended,” causing a major uproar, or, more likely, the deity—who, according to legends, cared little for human lives—would simply use its divine power to alter or erase everyone’s memories for convenience.

“It’s too rushed today. Let’s do it tomorrow,” he decisively concluded, then asked with apparent deference, “Before that, to avoid frightening the people in the territory… could today’s Cat God please endure the inconvenience and maintain its cat form?”

The considerate golden cat gave its reply through action.

Overjoyed that its wish had been granted, it pulled back slightly, then leaped up with astonishing agility—just as it always did, landing precisely on Oliver’s lap the next moment.

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