Darklord's Cat : S1 | EP3

Naomi spent the rest of the day observing her new surroundings, trying to make sense of what her life had become. Lucien wasn’t your typical Dark Lord—he didn’t have an iron fist or a sinister laugh. In fact, he spent most of the afternoon going through old scrolls and books, mumbling to himself, and sipping endless cups of tea. Occasionally, he would mutter a spell and make something float, only for it to crash moments later, followed by an exhausted sigh.

As night began to fall, Naomi curled up on a cushion near the fireplace, her mind still racing. “This can’t be happening,” she thought. “How am I supposed to get out of here? And why would I, of all people, be summoned as this guy’s familiar?”

She rested her chin on her paws, her tail flicking in annoyance. She wasn’t about to sit around doing nothing. If Lucien wasn’t going to act like a proper Dark Lord, then she’d figure out how to make him into one.

But first, she needed to test the limits of her new abilities.

Naomi had already figured out she could communicate with the goblins using telepathy. The spell seemed to work on lower creatures—at least those who were too dumb to question a talking cat. But what else could she do? Maybe there was a way to enhance her cat body to make things easier—teleportation, invisibility, or even transforming back into a human.

She stretched out her limbs, flexing her paws experimentally. A faint shimmer surrounded her claws, a sign that her powers were still active. Focusing her thoughts, she tried to shift her form, imagining herself back in her human body. For a moment, her vision blurred, and her fur seemed to ripple like waves, but then... nothing.

Naomi frowned, flicking her tail in frustration. “Okay, so that didn’t work. Let’s try something else.”

She concentrated again, this time imagining herself blending into the shadows, becoming invisible. The firelight dimmed slightly as her fur turned darker, almost like the shadows themselves were wrapping around her. She looked down at her paws—they had completely disappeared into the darkness. It wasn’t full invisibility, but it was close enough.

“Well, that’s handy,” she thought with a smirk.

Just as she was admiring her newfound stealth, the door to Lucien’s study creaked open, and a small, timid voice called out, “M-Master Lucien?”

Naomi’s ears perked up. A young woman, dressed in simple servant’s attire, stood nervously in the doorway, holding a tray of food. She looked pale, as if she had been told she was delivering dinner to a dragon rather than a man who couldn’t even keep his books organized.

Lucien glanced up from his potion notes, blinking as if he’d forgotten there were other people in the tower besides his cat and his goblin servants. “Oh... dinner,” he said, mildly surprised. “You can leave it on the table.”

The girl shuffled into the room, her eyes wide with fear, though Naomi couldn’t understand why. Was Lucien really that scary to his servants? He didn’t seem like the threatening type. In fact, he seemed more like someone who would trip over his own robe than strike fear into the hearts of his minions.

The girl placed the tray on the table and quickly backed out of the room without another word, her footsteps hurried and anxious. Naomi watched her go, puzzled. “Okay, there’s definitely something going on here. No one’s that scared of a guy who’s more interested in reading about tea brewing.”

Lucien sighed, taking a deep breath as he leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples. “People really need to stop being so dramatic. I’m not going to curse anyone for bringing me food.”

Naomi trotted over to the tray, sniffing curiously at the assortment of bread, cheese, and some kind of stew. Her stomach growled, but she knew that eating in front of him would only further solidify her status as a typical cat. Instead, she jumped up on the desk, sitting in front of him with a determined look in her eyes.

Lucien glanced down at her. “What is it now?”

Naomi tilted her head, trying to convey a sense of urgency without speaking. She pawed at the scroll he had been studying, making him raise an eyebrow. “Are you... trying to help?”

She nodded, or at least tried to. “Yes! Finally! Someone gets it!”

Lucien chuckled softly. “You’re smarter than you look, aren’t you?” He placed a hand on her head, scratching behind her ears in a way that made Naomi involuntarily purr. She mentally cursed her cat instincts but couldn’t deny that it felt nice.

Still, she wasn’t here for ear scratches. Naomi jumped down, pawing at the door and meowing loudly. Lucien frowned. “You want to go outside?”

She stared up at him, her gaze intense. “Yes, I need to investigate this weird tower of yours, and I can’t do it if you keep me locked in here!”

Lucien sighed, standing up and stretching. “Alright, alright. I guess I could use some fresh air too.”

As he opened the door for her, Naomi darted out, determined to explore the tower and uncover whatever mysteries were hiding in its shadows.

TO BE CONTINUED...