Merlin Must Die Is a Universally Accepted Truth

Ian could swear that in his past life, he had never seen any creature that made him unable to immediately come up with adjectives like the one in front of him.

It had smooth fur.

Its pure white was at a level where it could probably be thrown into a snowdrift and its body would be impossible to find.

It also had a pair of long ears, with delicate fluff wrapping its pink inner ear conches.

If you were to judge only from these two points, you would probably have a feeling like, "This is indeed a rabbit."

But as soon as you saw its limbs and the small claws on them, this feeling would quickly turn into the astonishment of "This might be a cat."

But if you looked away from these places and looked at its face, you would have a realization like "It might also be a dog."

But the biggest problem was that after considering all these thoughts, you would find that it actually had a cloud-like curly tail.

"Monster" seemed to be the most perfect and flawless name.

Did this kind of creature really exist?

Ian began to doubt his eyes.

However—since even transmigration had happened, the appearance of some strange creatures was not something unacceptable.

Don't ask, don't look, don't touch.

As long as you did these three things, what the other party looked like would not affect you.

Ian, who already had something to do, decided to avoid this indescribable creature in front of him.

However—this creature seemed to be unwilling to accept Ian's avoidance.

Wherever Ian went, it would block the way, like a moving roadblock.

Ian really couldn't stand it anymore.

He wasn't the kind of person who would turn the other cheek after being kicked.

"Don't go too far!"

"Don't block me, I have something to do!"

After saying this, Ian also made a grimace, looking fierce.

He was sure that if a child saw him like this, they would cry on the spot.

But—this creature not only showed no fear of Ian's intimidation, but became even more dissatisfied.

"Fou fou fou fou! Fou fou fou fou!"

It expressed its displeasure with a more aggressive attitude, even showing its small fangs, looking equally fierce.

Logically, this should have been a tense moment.

But Ian's mind was drawn to a new discovery.

He felt like he could understand the meaning of that string of "fou fou fou."

Was it an illusion?

Ian hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively:

"Can you say it again?"

"..."

It didn't seem to expect Ian to say such a thing.

But after hesitating for a moment, this indescribable creature really did what Ian said.

It even slowed down its speech.

"Fou fou—fou fou↘, fou fou—fou fou↗!"

"..."

Although it only made the "fou" sound throughout, Ian found that he really understood something.

He tentatively opened his mouth again:

"Are you trying to say 'Since you've seen Fou Fou, why don't you bow'?"

"Fou?!"

The expression on the creature's face changed very obviously.

It not only perked up its ears, but also looked at him with a very different look.

If this was a simulation, Ian felt that there would probably be a prompt like this.

[It is very surprised by what you said!]

And the fact was indeed so.

After Ian successfully "deciphered" Fou Fou's language, this creature began to circle around him, occasionally reaching out its claws to touch him, as if it was doing some research.

Ian felt that this creature was a bit special, so he temporarily decided to spend a little time with it.

He squatted down, trying not to look at it with a condescending look.

"Um, is Fou Fou your name?"

"..."

"Fou."

"Oh... I can call you that, right?"

Ian could see that this creature who called itself Fou Fou was not difficult to communicate with.

"Then Fou Fou, why are you blocking me?"

"I really have something urgent."

"Fou fou fou fou, fou fou fou fou fou fou fou fou!"

Looking up at the man in front of him, Fou Fou said a long paragraph in one breath.

After translating it frantically in his mind, Ian roughly understood it.

"You said... you saw a man as pleasing to your eyes as me for the first time?"

"Fou fou~"

The creature named Fou Fou nodded.

It seemed quite happy that someone completely understood what it meant.

But for Ian, it was a bit speechless.

This feeling was like your cat telling you that the poop shoveler did a good job.

Forget it.

There was no point in arguing with a strange creature.

"That's really your misplaced love—"

While saying this, Ian tried to bypass this creature that exuded a special aura again.

"If we're destined, we'll see you next time!"

But Fou Fou seemed to have completely predicted Ian's thoughts.

It directly stretched out its foot and blocked him.

"Fou fou fou."

"You said I can't leave yet? Why?"

"Fou fou fou."

"You want to understand why you have a special liking for me?"

Ian put his hands on his hips, feeling a little angry.

"No, Fou Fou, don't you think you should ask yourself this kind of question instead of asking me? How do I know why you like me?"

"Fou fou fou~"

"You said you don't know either, so you have to ask me? I..."

Ian felt like he wanted to bury the cat (?) in front of him who called himself Fou Fou.

But he knew that if he really did this, most of the people in Chaldea would not let him go.

After all, the status of a creature that could walk around here swaggeringly probably wouldn't be too bad.

And speaking of which—Ian looked at the petite Fou Fou in front of him.

He always felt that it looked a little familiar.

Helpless, Ian had to patiently explain again:

"Listen, Fou Fou, I don't know why you like me."

"But I have to find a girl to solve some problems that are bothering me now. If you still have this question about me after that, I will be very happy to help you figure out what's going on."

Ian could feel that Fou Fou in front of him had a certain degree of intelligence and was not difficult to communicate with.

Having said that, it should be able to understand his situation, right?

But things once again developed in a direction that Ian had never expected.

After hearing Ian's explanation, Fou Fou directly continued:

"Fou fou fou."

"Fou fou fou fou, fou fou fou fou fou fou fou, fou fou fou."

"Huh?"

Ian couldn't believe what he heard.

"Did you just say 'It's just a girl. As far as you're concerned, you already know all the women in Chaldea'?"

"Fou."

Fou Fou flicked its hair (or rather, the hair on its head), showing a proud look.

Obviously, it was now affirming what Ian had just said.

Although it always felt like his own cat was showing off that it knew all the female cats in the neighborhood, Ian subtly sensed the truth in this pride.

Fou Fou seemed to really understand all the women in Chaldea before saying this with confidence.

"Then Fou Fou, can you answer my question first?"

"Fou fou fou." Fou Fou shook its toes.

"Fou fou fou!"

"'No, because you never suffer losses in anyone's hands'?"

Hearing this, Ian became a little entangled.

After thinking about it, he decided to believe Fou Fou this time—after all, he always felt an unspeakable familiarity with it.

"Okay."

Ian looked at Fou Fou.

"Then let's study why you like me?"

Ian was not a procrastinator.

Since he had decided to do this, his brain started to run at a high speed.

Affection would never arise for no reason.

Cats eat fish and dogs eat meat because there is a logic of eating hidden behind their behavior.

Then—Fou Fou's affection for him must not have arisen out of thin air.

From the conversation just now, the heterosexual attraction caused by his good looks could basically be ruled out.

After all, this creature, which was tentatively considered a cat, did not show any signs of being "in heat."

Thinking like this—the most likely situation was that he had interacted with it before.

This interaction could be appearance, it could be some events, or it could even just be names.

Let's rule them out one by one.

"Fou Fou, is it my name, Ian, that makes you feel this way?"

"Fou." It shook its head.

No.

It seemed it wasn't the name.

"Then, have you seen me somewhere before?"

"..."

Fou Fou stared at Ian for a long time, and also shook its head.

"Fou."

It wasn't the appearance either.

In that case, it should be contact similar to an event.

"Then, did we do something together?"

Although Ian was sure he had never seen Fou Fou, that didn't mean there wouldn't be any interaction between him and Fou Fou—after all, one-sided recognition was extremely common.

"Fou."

This creature, which was tentatively considered a cat, once again denied this possibility.

"This..."

Seeing Ian's struggling thoughts, Fou Fou hesitated for a moment, and then continued:

"Fou fou fou, fou fou fou!"

"Are you saying 'You feel like I helped you vent some anger sometime'?"

"Fou!" Fou Fou nodded.

"..."

Fou Fou didn't need to lie about this kind of thing.

Ian followed its words and thought.

If it was venting anger, then it was basically impossible that it was something that happened before he transmigrated and during the time he transmigrated to Chaldea.

After all, he had no relationship with Fou Fou at that time, let alone venting anger.

Then—was it something that happened during the simulation?

There was only this possibility.

Speaking of which—Ian looked at Fou Fou in front of him.

From the first time he saw it, he actually had a subtle sense of déjà vu.

Thinking about it now, it seemed to be caused by something he had seen in the simulation.

Snow-white color.

A cape with blue inner folds, and a small red bow.

This was definitely a combination he had seen somewhere.

That's right!

It was Merlin!

Wasn't that bastard's outfit this color scheme?!

As soon as Merlin was mentioned, Ian's murderous aura became several times heavier, and even the corridor lights flickered along with it.

It took a long time for him to barely calm down and open his mouth with suppressed anger:

"Fou Fou."

"You wouldn't have any relationship with that bastard named Merlin, would you?!"

Ian thought his resentment towards Merlin was deep enough.

But he didn't expect that when he mentioned this name, Fou Fou seemed to have changed souls in an instant.

Matching this feeling was the corridor ceiling light that was flashing crazily.

That was an even more terrifying performance than Ian's just now.

"Fou fou! Fou fou fou!"

Fou Fou's fur bristled, and the sound it made turned into a low growl.

"Are you saying 'Don't associate yourself with that must-die guy, it will make you angry'?"

Just this sentence alone.

Ian could confirm that the connection between him and Fou Fou was completely derived from Merlin.

"Yes, this guy must die!"

"So I keep killing him over and over again, until he hides and doesn't dare to come out!"

"Fou?"

Fou Fou looked at Ian in front of him, his expression becoming surprised.

"Fou fou fou?! Fou!"

"'How did I do it?! Tell me quickly'?"

Ian answered with a serious face:

"Of course, it's the simplest and most direct way."

"Pick up the sword, stab it into his body, stop when he screams, and then give him a chance to escape."

"When his wound is almost healed, I will stab the sword into his body again, cut open his flesh, cut the most flower patterns, and stop again when he is in extreme pain."

"Repeat this endlessly."

"I want him to know what an inescapable fate is!"

Ian said all this with gritted teeth, without mixing in any falsehood.

This was his heartfelt resentment, which had not disappeared until the end.

And Fou Fou, hearing all this, showed an extremely happy look.

"Fou! Fou fou!"

"'Good job, it's really enjoyable'?"

"Fou fou fou!"

"'As a reward, you have to answer my questions properly'?"

"Fou fou fou! Fou fou fou! Fou fou fou—!"

"'Walk ten steps forward, then hold out your right hand and stop there, and you can get a high-quality answer—'?"

Although this answer was really confusing, Ian felt that Fou Fou didn't lie to him.

He stood up and walked forward as Fou Fou asked.

One step, two steps... ten steps.

It was an intersection.

Ian stopped there and held out his right hand forward.

Poof.

A soft feeling came.

It was almost the same feeling as the accident that happened when he first came to Chaldea.

"Ah—!" A girl's surprised voice came out.

"Why is it you again!"