There she stands, in her nightgown. The moon lights her face up, giving her a majestical charm, while her eyes swallow up the light like it was pure obsidian.

"Well then, shall we have our deep conversation?" (Me)

"Hm? What makes you believe that I would just stay here? Haven't I made myself clear when I always disappeared before a full conversation started?" (???)

Suddenly she gets swallowed up by darkness... AGAIN.

"*Deep inhale* She has sass and I respect that, but I'm still going to kill her." (Me)

Why did she even start the conversation if she's just going to disappear?

"The essence of her personality up until now is being sassy, so I guess that's why... hm?" (Me)

I look at the ground where she just stood before and see something interesting.

'Did she do that on purpose? Either way, she just showed me something interesting.'

You're not gonna say explicitly what it is, right?

'No, why would I?'

Oh, sorry. I forgot for a moment that your essence is being a daft cunt.

'Don't forget that again, I take pride in that.'

I continue to stand there at the balcony until dawn breaks.

"Aw fuck, I couldn't get any sleep after all." (Me)

"Yu? Are you alwight?" (Belka)

Belka tugs at my shirt while looking at me with worried eyes.

"Yeah, you look a bit pale." (Lydia)

"Lydia, fuck off for a moment, it's Belkas turn now." (Me)

"WHY AM I EVEN HERE?! ALL I DO IS GETTING INSULTED AND THAT'S IT!" (Lydia)

I ignore the cursing Lydia skillfully and turn back to Belka with her big, yellow eyes.

"Yeah Belka, I'm alright. You don't have to worry about me." (Me)

I pat her head which dishevels her white hair a bit.

"Alwight. But Belka will always be there for meou!" (Belka)

'OH MY GOD! NOW SHE EVEN SPEAKS IN THIRD PERSON! HOW MUCH CUTER CAN SHE GET?!'

She puts her arms up and tries to reach for my head in an attempt to pat me too, which of course fails since she's way too small, but it gives her cuteness points nontheless.

'I swear on my own life, if anyone ever tries to harm her or makes her feel bad, I will make them go through hell.'

"Euh... the next batle will now start... euh... fuck, why am I still living?" (Commentator)

"OI, FUCKNUGGET! THAT'S MY QUESTION! CAN'T YOU EVEN DIE PROPERLY?!" (Me)

"Ah, I this damn noise is back again." (Commentator)

"Yeah, just ignore me. Let's see if you survive this night." (Me)

"Good luck, little twat. Now to commence with the tournament." (Commentator)

The gates of our rooms open.

"Euh... on the left side is the team from the human capital school... yeah. And on the right side is the team from the cat-tribe-" (Commentator)

"Wait a second. There's a whole tribe of them?" (Me)

"Uhm... yeah." (Belka)

Belka avoids my gaze with a worried expression.

'Oh no, they didn't.'

"Oh? What's that? Isn't that the cursed child?" (Catguy #1)

"Yeah, it's a wonder that she still lives." (Catgirl #1)

"Well, we can change that any time. Not that she's worth anything anyway." (Catguy #2)

The already worried Belka hides behind me on the verge of crying.

'Wow, just as I thought about fucking anyone up who tries to make her feel bad, this happens. You're doing a pretty good job there, God.'

In another realm.

"Thanks." (God)

"Ohohohoho, y'all fucked up SO bad. Oi, you unneeded side-characters who aren't even worth a name!" (Me)

"Side-characters?" (Catguy #1)

"This little "cursed child", as you call her, is soon gonna make you guys eat catfood out of your own asses!" (Me)

"But we already do that regularly?" (Catguy #2)

"...what?" (Me)

'Should... should I just ignore that?'

Yeah, not even I want to hear that.

'I'm sickened but curious.'

"Yu?" (Belka)

Belka looks at me with a questioning gaze.

"Prepare yourself Belka. This time it's your turn. You others can just sit back and relax." (Me)

"Again?" (Lydia)

"Damn straight. Belka has to do this herself or else she won't get over this any time soon." (Me)

"Get over what, exactly?" (Lydia)

"Oh wow, for the first time it's not a bunch of pixels who ask that, but a real person. That's the third time I'm surprised today, damn." (Me)

"What do you mean by "pixels"?" (Lydia)

"Oh come on, it's probably around the tenth time I said that. Take a fucking clue woman." (Me)

And now it's my turn again, I guess. Why does Belka have to do it herself?

'That's of course because she, too, has a sad past which seemingly has to do with her own tribe. Now that she has the chance to get some good ol' revenge, she's gonna take it and POW! Trauma solved.'

Welcome to Dr. Krifta's therapy session. Today: How to cure a catgirl from her childhood trauma.

'I bet that show would sell pretty damn well.'

I would watch it.

'I would watch the shit out of that... Someday I'm gonna make that show.'

Just like last time, we meet up at the middle of the arena and the intense staredown begins.

"Let's make a bet ferals." (Me)

'This is becoming a habit.'

"What bet?" (Catgirl #2)

"I'm gonna win this match only by saying 2 words. And if I really manage to do that, y'all have to kowtow before Belka and apologize." (Me)

"And if we win?" (Catguy #1)

"Then I'll do whatever you say." (Me)

"Then we'll make you come eat dinner with us." (Catguy #3)

'Why does this sound like a threat?'

"Deal." (Me)

We turn around and distance ourselves from them. Soon, Me and Belka stand at the opposite side of the enemy team and the Commentator starts the countdown.

"Euh...3... fuck it. Start." (Commentator)

'I'm going to kill him.'

The catguys pull swords out of their sheath and their muscles burst suddenly. Meanwhile, the catgirls of the opposing team stand in the back and start chanting.

'They even got a formation, wow. Not that it matters though.'

Belka turns around, her knees shivering.

"Yu? What should we do? They're attacking us!" (Belka)

"Belka?" (Me)

First word. A smile creeps up my face.

"Yesh?" (Belka)

'She bit her tongue...'

Second word:

"FETCH!" (Me)

"KYAHAHAHAHAHA! PREY!" (Belka)

Belka's hair grows until her feet and she grows additional hair where she was as smooth as silk before. She falls on her hands and takes on the position of an animal leaping at it's target.

I'm not the only one thinking about what happens to her pubes, am I? No? Damn...

She runs towards the enemies and what follows could only be described as a bloodbath.

Oi, didn't you say that you would get her berserker mode under control?

'Yeah... but how about making it stronger?'

"KYAHAHAHAHA! WEAK! YOU ALL ARE WEAK!" (Belka)

Didn't you say that you don't want her to look like that?

'Yeah... but how about making it stronger?'

"HE-HELP ME!" (Catguy #1)

'Everyone who harms the holy maiden shall be punished... oh shit, at this rate they're really going to die.'

"Yeah... I think the catgirl won. That's it, humans win." (Commentator)

"BELKA CALM DOWN!" (Me)

Belka, who just now held someone up by clawing his face, immediately shrunk to normal size.

"Meow? Yu? What happened?" (Belka)

'Did I mention that she won't remember anything when she comes out of berserker mode?'

...

'What?'

I'm pissed that you would let such a cute girl become like that...

'I DIDN'T WANT THAT EITHER! It's just that it was impossible, even for me, to get that berserker state under control. It's deeply connected to her only way to buff herself, and god damn her base stats are ABYSMAL. So I had to at least get under control when she can go berserk, so it doesn't happen randomly. Do you think I would want my cute little cat girl to look like that?! *sob* '

And that's it for the explanation folks! See you next time!

'Oi, the chapter is not over yet.'

"So you lost, huh?" (Me)

I talk to the last person who seems to still be conscious.

"Damn cursed one. Fucking monster." (Catguy #2)

I kick him in the face and heal the all the others after that.

"Y'all bastards are now gonna kowtow to Belka." (Me)

All of them put on a disgusted expression but soon they get additional pressure by the audience.

"YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR PROMISES YOU BASTARDS!" (Audience member #4)

"YEAH! YOU BETTER DON'T CHICKEN OUT NOW!" (Audience member #5)

"So? What are you gonna do?" (Me)

Even though as reluctant as it gets, they kneel down in front of Belka with their forehead on the ground.

"WE'RE VERY SORRY FOR WHAT WE DID!" (Enemy team)

"Wawawawawawawa!" (Belka)

Belka panics at first, not realizing what is happening right now, but soon she regains part of her composure. She squats in front of the enemy team and speaks words of holyness.

"You do nyat hyave to apologize to Belka. You did nyat do anyathing bad to Belka, so let's jyast stop this and become fwiends, okay?" (Belka)

She has her usual naive smile on her face and seems to be completely void of any resentment.

'THERE THEY ARE! THE HOLY WORDS OF THE HOLY MAIDEN!'

In response to Belka's nice words, the male catboys start to blush a bit.

"Don't even think about it." (Me)

Lightning starts to crackle around my fingers.

"WHO- WHO WOULD THINK ABOUT WHAT! SHE'S JUST A CURSED CHILD! NOTHING MORE!" (Catguy #2)

"YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT!" (Catguy #1)

'I think I already found my first followers for when I open the church of Belka.'

Haven't you been pretty nice today? I mean, there was a lack of torturing heathens today, waasn't there?

'I was? Well, I guess even that is until now a part of my plan.'

How can it be part of your plan if you "guess" that it was part of the plan?

'Don't sweat the small details.'

"We did it, Yu!" (Belka)

"Yeah." (Me)

I pick Belka up in a princess carry.

"Let's go back, shall we?" (Me)

"Yesh!" (Belka)

'She bit her tongue again...'