What Should He Do?!

Both of them tacitly agreed not to bring this matter up ever again. The stupid assassin was tactful for once. Except for that rage-inducing excuse he threw out earlier, he did not say anymore more and obediently cleaned the milk bowl for Zeke. Of course, that was after Zeke gave him three bloody scratches on the back of his hand.

As the water was running in the pantry, Zeke finally could not endure it anymore and bent down to lick his wet and sticky fur. Goodness, it was a miracle how he had not died of sheer rage and frustration. He, a dignified Crown Prince, was reduced into a little kitty who had to clean his own fur? He was more and more certain that this was his Imperial Father's attempt to infuriate him to death.

Subsequently, a temporary truce was formed between the two of them.