Chapter 12. Mini Cat (2)

Translator: Lili

For Shushu, the next two weeks were nothing short of hell.

News of Mary’s ‘flight’ spread quickly throughout the prison. Her broken ribs were the talk of the facility, and Mini Cat’s reputation skyrocketed. When Mini Cat returned from solitary confinement, inmates swarmed Room 207 during free time, hoping to challenge her.

Mini Cat, however, never once ran from a fight. She took on every challenger who came knocking, thoroughly defeating them and earning herself repeated trips to solitary confinement.

For Shushu, who had lived a peaceful life up until now, the blood and bone-breaking sounds were a nightmare. She was terrified every day.

After two weeks, the cycle finally stopped as there were no more inmates foolish enough to challenge Mini Cat. Shushu sighed with relief, hoping for some peace.

But life wasn’t so kind. Mini Cat’s infamy brought trouble to her roommate.

“You’re in 207? Then you’re in bed with that crazy bitch, huh?”

Mini Cat’s defeated enemies vented their frustration on Shushu. Though she had no connection to Mini Cat beyond sharing a room, they didn’t care.

Thankfully, guards often intervened before things escalated, but Shushu was still left trembling after each encounter, terrified by the glares of those dragged away.

Her options seemed bleak. She could either:

1. Beat Mini Cat herself to escape this hellish association.
2. Defeat the inmates and take over the prison.

Unfortunately, Shushu, a civilian with no fighting experience, was hopeless at either option. She lacked the sheer strength and ruthlessness of Mini Cat, who had effortlessly taken down entire groups of challengers.

While Shushu struggled to sleep, Mini Cat thrived in prison life. Despite her chaotic first day, Mini Cat followed an oddly disciplined routine: early to bed, early to rise.

Mini Cat went to sleep every day at exactly 10pm, and woke up at 7am sharp. Her mornings began with light exercise or reading, followed by a hearty breakfast. If anyone picked a fight, she handled them before lunch, then carried on as if nothing had happened. Her flawless skin and calm demeanor seemed surreal, as if she had stepped out of a moral education book for children.

‘Is this what they mean by being built for prison life?’

Shushu observed Mini Cat warily. Despite her aristocratic beauty, Mini Cat’s personality was a disaster. She didn’t care about Shushu’s troubles and shamelessly skipped her share of labor. Even the guards didn’t reprimand her.

“Rumor has it Mini Cat is… one of them.”

“One of what?”

“A foreign criminal. From Euspolia. That’s why the guards don’t mess with her—it’s tied to international law.”

Hearing this gossip during a meal nearly made Shushu choke on her soup.

‘Euspolia?!’

Among the world’s nations, two stood out in terms of influence: The scientific and logical Logwin to the east and the mysterious and magical Euspolia to the west.

Euspolia, recently transitioned to a constitutional monarchy, was a land that revered magic—something Logwin dismissed as superstition. Their disdain for each other was mutual, each nation viewing the other as backward and inferior.

Since the fire at the Isadoc family estate a decade ago, relations between Logwin and Euspolia had grown increasingly tense, teetering on the edge of outright hostility.