"Isn't this Planet a backward world that hasn't advanced? How could we be captured so quickly? Who gave us the information?"
The three captured Dark Elves were covered in wounds and unable to move. They were currently plunged into deep blame and self-doubt. Who on Earth gave them the information? Didn't they say Midgard was a very backward planetary civilization? Why was such a civilization able to defeat them the moment they met? But among these three remaining guys, none seemed to be intelligence gatherers. They could only be prisoners now, which was a huge insult to them. No Dark Elf wanted to be captured; they were natural-born warriors who hoped to die on the battlefield for the benefit of their race. Unfortunately, they now had nothing, and even their ship had been blown up.
"Based on the results after piecing things together, this part is the Nursery Pods, and this is the Engine Room. Most of the Cloaking System is lost, and the possibility of restoration is slim, Master."
Artoria sat on the belly of Kurama, whose head was covered in bumps. After hearing Saturday's report, Artoria's expression wasn't very good. This caused Kurama's already pitiful large eyes to well up with even more tears. After collecting the spoils of war, Artoria had gone to settle the score with Kurama. Thus, he had been disciplined by Artoria until his head was full of bumps.
"Forget it, I won't discipline you anymore. After all, I didn't expect things to turn out this way."
Ultimately, Artoria didn't punish Kurama further. She gently patted Kurama's belly and jumped off him. This made Kurama breathe a sigh of relief. This was his first time being disciplined by his Master. He wouldn't dare use that ball again; even one of his teeth had flown out. Although it grew back quickly, it still hurt a bit.
"You Orange Fatty, sleeping and eating all day. I don't even know how you got so fat."
After letting Kurama go, Artoria glanced at Garfield, who was sleeping like a dead pig in the sun. Wasn't this guy's life a bit too comfortable? Artoria pinched the scruff of his neck and lifted him from the ground, weighing him. Although this weight was nothing to Artoria, she could feel just how many pounds he had gained. From a little furball at the start to the big meatball he was now, he must have worked really hard to eat himself into this state. Truly impressive.
"Burp!"
It seemed Artoria's movement made him uncomfortable, or perhaps he had eaten something. He opened his dazed little eyes, looked at Artoria quietly, and then let out a full burp. This made Artoria curious; it wasn't feeding time yet. What on Earth did you eat, Little guy? With suspicion, Artoria turned Garfield upside down, head-first.
"Meow!?"
Seemingly wondering what was wrong with his owner to want to look at his butt, Garfield's Tail began to twitch uneasily. My owner, I didn't expect someone as sweet-looking as you to have such interests. Let me go! You Pooper Scooper, you're so shameless to dare harass me! Realizing something was wrong, Garfield began to kick his limbs wildly, trying to break free from Artoria's grip. If it were an ordinary person, they would likely be scratched, but when Garfield's claws scraped against Artoria's hand, they only produced sparks, leaving not even a mark.
"You actually dare to resist? Let me see what exactly you ate!"
Seeing the fierce resistance in her hands, Artoria had no intention of being soft-hearted. Had these guys been too indulged lately, daring to resist her, their Master? Artoria narrowed her eyes at this thought, looking dangerously at the struggling Garfield. Sensing Artoria's dangerous gaze, Garfield struggled even more violently. A ball of meat just kept shaking in Artoria's hands, trying to escape, but how could Artoria let him get away?
"I'll knead, knead, knead."
Somewhat impatient, Artoria started kneading Garfield's belly. Her hand speed was so fast that Garfield froze instantly. For a moment, he seemed to see heaven. A cute little Angel with white wings was smiling and reaching out to him. Just as he was about to fly into the 'Angel's' embrace, he suddenly saw Artoria with demon horns appear before him. With a 'ghastly' smile on her face, she dragged him into a hell full of flames. Garfield now felt extremely dizzy and felt like...
"Blegh!"
The sound of vomiting came from Garfield's mouth. In an instant, a pile of dark things was spewed out. It seemed to be a few tentacles, followed by a slime-covered humanoid object, along with some ship wreckage. Seeing this, Artoria furrowed her brows slightly, feeling a bit nauseous. She hadn't expected Garfield to be such a glutton that he even ate a Dark Elf.
"A Flerken!!!"
The guy who had been vomited out was full of terror. He didn't seem to have reacted yet from the state of being eaten. He looked around in fear, and when he blinked and saw Garfield again, his pale face instantly became terrified. He opened his mouth and loudly shouted the name of the species Artoria was holding.
"Are you going to keep vomiting? If you want to, then keep going."
Artoria looked at the slime-covered Dark Elf and the ship fragments on the ground with a complex expression. She hadn't expected Garfield to be so indiscriminate that he could even stomach such things. No wonder he was getting fatter and fatter. Who knows how many'strange' things he had eaten? Looking at the half-dead Garfield, Artoria placed him on the ground and spoke.
"Meow! Meow!"
It was obvious that this fellow hadn't recovered from Artoria's stimulating actions. It lay half-dead on the grass, let out a few feeble cries, and then went silent. But those pitiful little eyes seemed to be saying, 'I'm no longer clean, I can't get married, I'm already an unclean Flerken.' Seeing this, Artoria felt both guilty and amused. She didn't know why she could see such complex emotions in a pair of cat eyes, but it was truly interesting.
"Saturday, give this fellow and this pile of things a good cleaning. Then, lock up the live one and clean the fragments so they can be pieced together."
"Yes, Master."
Holding the half-dead Garfield, Artoria turned on her headset to connect with Saturday, letting her operate the robots to complete the cleanup. That Dark Elf was already scared witless and wasn't moving at all; it seemed she wouldn't be able to get much information out of him. However, these ship fragments might bring some surprises.
"What's wrong with this Little guy?"
Returning to her residence, Artoria happened to run into Galacta. Looking at the half-dead Garfield in Artoria's arms, Galacta curiously poked the orange meatball and asked Artoria. Usually, this Little guy was lazy, but not to this extent. Now it looked half-dead, which left Galacta very confused.
"Nothing, it just played too hard."
Artoria lied without blushing, completely omitting the fact that she was the perpetrator. Although Garfield had eaten her spoils of war first, turning Garfield into this state was, to be honest, quite fun for Artoria. If she didn't play with such a Little guy, how could she justify the US dollars she spent on it?
"Oh~!"
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