I want him to die

The next morning.

Waking up slowly, letting out a yawn, as the sun's golden rays filtered into the room, Kleint opened his eyes, seeing how the cat was also waking up as he stretched his body.

"Good morning, little one," he said with a warm smile, gently petting the cat.

"Meow~"

With the same smile, he finished getting up, grabbed the cat, and left the room to go to the living room for breakfast.

Sitting at the table, eating quietly, Kleint looked sideways as he quietly asked, "By the way, Ilya, have you posted some guards around our rooms?"

A confused expression appeared on Ilya's handsome face, "What do you mean by guards? As far as I remember, I haven't posted any guards in this place; why are you asking something like that?"