Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 198: Meow…. Master you can’t

The next day, Viktor brought them out of his space, and they appeared in front of the newly built Mansion.

The afternoon sun enveloped the building, glittering over the glass house.

Viktor was relieved to see the glass house wasn't damaged, at least those beautiful flowers were safe.

Zane stared fixedly at the mansion—it was exactly the same as the one that got destroyed.

"Let's go in," Cyra whispered softly as she pulled him into the house. A comfortable sigh left her lips as she left the sun's harsh glares.

The Inner décor was the same, it felt like the mansion was never destroyed in the first place, only the smell of paint and new furniture gave it away.

Zane toured the mansion, Cyra followed along patiently as she stifled a yawn. Zane was fully satisfied when he saw everything was back to normal, only they had to get a new chef and buy clothes.

Cyra, finally free, lay on the soft bed, keeping in mind to increase Kyle and the other's salaries for doing a great job.

She was about to fall asleep when a sharp ring came from her bracelet. She sighed in frustration and opened her eyes.

Tapping her bracelet a hologram screen lit up, ''Mistress, I'm done with the recruitment notice. I sent it to your inbox.'' Kyle's voice came from the other end.

Cyra sat up, ''Hold on.'' She said as she clicked on her inbox. Kyle waited patiently as she went through the notice, his dark circles visible as he stared at his hologram.

"I'm planning to build a private army, so draft a notice for skilled free fighters who aren't loyal to other aristocratic families," Cyra added in a lazy tone, unaware of how close Kyle was to losing it.

His expression twisted as he took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration. He wasn't upset about her having a private army—what irked him was having to type it out. She could have at least told him earlier.

But no matter how angry he was he had to agree with a polite tone. "I will see to that. Is there anything else to add?" His last sentence came out through gritted teeth.

As if Cyra could feel his emotions, "Nothing else. Take a one-week break after everything is sorted." Leaving those considerate words she ended the call and closed her eyes to sleep.

Kyle hummed in agreement and quickly added in the notice. Cross-checking for mistakes, he posted on the Nexus.

Heaving out in relief, a knock came in. Kyle called for the person to come in as he leaned tiredly into his seat.

Mira walked in, spotting the same black circle, but her eyes were brighter and full of energy. Kyle wondered just how much coffee she'd had to be this energetic.

"Some crops are due to be harvested. And the builders are asking if to make the supermarket bigger." Mira's first words made Kyle scream internally.

"We leave those crops for later and inform them to make it a bit bigger." Kyle issued instructions with a calm tone.

Mira nodded and left the office. Kyle rose to his feet and stared out of the window, and wondered how his life came to this.

He, an assassin, had been reduced to work tirelessly regardless of his gender. He has to speed up his assassination on her or he might not recognize himself in time to come.

"Using poison would make it quicker, right?" He turned to Blue, who was bathing under the sun's rays. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Meow…. Master you can't." Blue stretched and said with a lazy purr. Left for it, Blue would suggest his master to give up and enjoy the quietness of the Island.

Here, there was no need to kill for a living—it was peaceful. Licking its fur with a lazy gaze, it settled back to enjoy its sleep.

"Bang!"

Blue landed on the table gracefully and hissed at Kyle with its hair raised. "Meow….master?!" Blue's tone was filled with shock and questions about why Kyle flung him on the table.

Kyle straightened his ruffled cuffs and responded without rush. "I'm glad you're still agile. I thought your claws had rusted after resting for so long."

Blue got angry at his self-righteous tone and couldn't help but diss him under his breath. ''With your hot temper, no wonder you haven't eliminated your target.'' Before its words could settle, a flash of silver light lunged towards it, and blue dodged instinctively.

"Clang."

The dagger was buried in the cup, shattering it into two. Kyle removed a small dagger from his other ankle and threw it at Blue not giving it the chance to speak.

Blue hissed and dodged out of the way; the knife thrown at it was a hair breath from Blue's forehead.

"Meow!!!" Blue let out a sharp cry and swung its claws at Kyle but a clang sound rang out.

Like magic, Kyle materialized another dagger, blocking the claws while slamming Blue on the head with its hilt.

They grimace in pain at the same time, injuring your soul beasts meant injuring yourself as well.

But that didn't deter them from having another round of confrontation outside the office; shattering sounds and sharp meow sounds echoed through.

Passing by the hallway, Louis froze in fear before sprinting away. He wondered if Kyle was fighting with a cat or something.

And there weren't any other cats except Mira's. 'No, that can't be possible. Would he really be cruel enough to kill Mira's soul beast? No, that can't be true—he'd be killing Mira, too, if he harmed her beast. Poor Mira, she must be in so much pain right now. No, I have to stop this. I'll save her cat… but what if it's just a stray?'

Louis bit his lip in worry and stepped back toward the door. His mind spiralled with exaggerated thoughts as his hand hovered over the door.

"You can do this." He whispered encouragement to himself and was about to knock but changed his mind and turned the knob quietly.

Peeking inside, he found Blue and Kyle at each other's throats. They stared at him in unison, and Louis broke out in a cold sweat.

"S-S-Sorry." Louis stuttered and quickly shut the door back. Immediately as the door closed he flinched at the sharp breaking sound.

"Oh my! It's his beast." Louis covered his mouth and fled, questioning Kyle's sanity. 'Maybe the stress has gotten to him?'