CHAPTER 363: THE LONG AWAITED REINFORCEMENTS ARE CATS AND DOGS? (2/2)
“I’m sure of it.” I affirmed my prior statement, using my stern voice to show her that I was dead serious about this course of action. “My goal is to subjugate them. An all-out war would be the worst case scenario right now. Definitely not something we should resort to unless there was no other choice. Definitely.”
“But those Warhorses are just too fast. Those golems of yours can’t even catch up to them…” Sinmosa shook all three of her canine heads and pointed out the key problem in my plans. “Even if you can summon that giant golem to defeat those three Nightmare Steeds, they’re still too fast for your golems to catch up. They could always just run.”
And there it was…
“That’s why we need some way to restrain them.” I tapped my forehead in an annoyed fashion. “I’ll admit, there’s a ton of problems with our current plans. Other than those golems, I really have nothing else to offer…”
“Mama, how about those kitties?” It was at that moment that Mo Na came flying onto my shoulders and plopped herself squarely down on my shoulders. “Those black kitties are pretty good at fighting, and they’re quick too. They shouldn’t be that much slower than those big horsies.”
Meisian should have complete authority over the Purgatory Shadowcats, now that she was their cat king. And I did help her a lot in her struggle for the crown. Her dear hubby, Anmi, was also sent to her only because of my trickery. No matter how one looked at it, she owed me a big favor.
She should help if I asked.
Still, that would mean that this was now a conflict between their races. Should I fail to subjugate the Warhorses and let them escape, the Warhorses might end up taking revenge against them in the future.
Frankly speaking, the battle strength of those Purgatory Shadowcats… it wasn’t that I was being picky or anything, but were those erratic cats who probably couldn’t even hold a proper thought for long even capable of fighting? What with their nonsensical civil wars…what the heck was the point of even having a fish eating contest? Those horses definitely wouldn’t be interested in such childish games.
“Baby, are you sure those cats are even dependable?”
Really, it wasn’t my fault for doubting them; who told them to all be a bunch of loonies?
“Mama, there’s still those big doggies if you don’t want to ask the kitties.” As she said that, she wrapped her left hand around my head while pointing towards Sinmosa. “We can just get both the big doggies and small kitties to help us beat up the horsies.”
“…”
“I’m sure Cinderel is willing to help, right?”