Demon King of the Royal Class

It was the next day.

Harriet was carrying me down the hallway in her arms when we ran into Charlotte.

“I get it now,” she said looking at me in my cat form with a disgruntled expression.

Stare.

“You actually enjoy this, don’t you?”

Meow!

“And acting like you don’t enjoy it just makes it more annoying.”

‘No...! I don’t like it that much...! It’s all because this Thick-Skull asked me to do it!’

Naturally, our thick skull was grinning and ruffling my fur with enthusiasm.

“Why? It’s cute.”

‘Yeah, you see? How could I say no when she enjoys it this much? Huh?’

“I’m not saying I disagree, but this will just make a spoiled brat even more spoiled.”