"Hmm...?" When he noticed someone putting a towel soaked in warm water on his head, Gusta gradually opened his eyes.
"Are you awake?" Mutt put the hot towel on Gusta's forehead and retracted his hand at the same time: "What do you think, Mr. Gusta?"
"Uh...I..." Gusta felt his head hurt like it was splitting. Even when he spoke, his nerves were stimulated, causing his brain to collapse and tighten.
The throbbing pain. He could only reply in a low voice: "I...what's wrong?"
"You were injured in the battle and fell into a formal state of brain death for about five minutes after your heartbeat stopped." Mutter replied: "Although you were saved by medical equipment, the doctor said that your brain nerves may be damaged."
He suffered some damage, and the sequelae may be memory loss."
"Well..." Gusta listened listlessly, his headache preventing him from concentrating.
"So...what do you still remember?" Mutter asked: "Can you tell me the last thing you can remember? This is very important for understanding your physical condition."
"I remember... I remember..." Gusta tried to recall: "I came out of a small cabin full of gel... and then a group of people carried me away.
It seems... you are also present..."
"Oh, that's the medical cabin we borrowed from Mr. Bedivere before." Mutt nodded and said, "That's what allowed you to be seriously injured and healed in such a short time. We will pick you up after you complete the treatment."
Yeah. Well, besides that? Do you remember anything else?"
"I remember..." The tiger man closed his eyes and continued to think about it: "Yes... we won the game. We actually defeated the so-called undefeated [British Knights]. That's it."
I can advance to the finals."
"That was what happened yesterday morning." Mutt blinked: "Very good, at least the memory up to this point has not been lost. What happens after that? Do you remember anything?"
Gusta continued to think about it, but his mind went blank. So he shook his head.
"Have all memories been lost after that?" Mutt touched his chin: "No wonder, the doctor said that the most easily lost thing is short-term memory. It should be said that you are lucky if you can recall what happened yesterday morning.
"
"...So...what happened after that?" Gusta asked weakly: "Why did I become like this?"
"Do you really want to hear it? You just woke up, don't you want to rest for a while before talking?" Mutt asked.
"Don't show off..."
"So," the cat boy dragged a chair to the tiger man's bedside, pressed his chest on the back of the chair, and began to explain in a sitting posture. He briefly described all the encounters in Lviv yesterday.
Explained once.
"So, in the end, you helped me block a sword. Assassination master Pickman's sword did not hit me, but pierced your heart." Mutt shrugged and said, "Thank you for your protection, I was not killed by Pickman."
Man killed me. But please don’t do this kind of thing a second time. This time it was just luck. If you died trying to save me, I will be uneasy for the rest of my life."
"...Have I...ever done this?" Gusta hummed in confusion: "But why should I do this? I rushed to Lviv to help you...
..Is he still sacrificing his life to protect you? Although you and Mr. Albert are both important players in the team, I won’t go to such lengths to protect you..."
"You are asking me," the cat boy shook his head: "Why is Mr. Gusta suddenly so desperate? This is not like you at all."
"...Hiloma probably knows something," the tiger man asked.
"It's useless. I've already asked Captain Shiloma, but he keeps running around in circles with me and is not willing to tell me any information at all." Mutt shook his head: "I guess even if you ask now, probably
I couldn’t ask for any information."
After all, it's that Shiloma. There must be some secret behind this matter.
"Not to mention that." Mutt put his kitten face next to Gusta and smiled lightly: "Anyway, it's good that Mr. Gusta is safe. I was still worried that you would return to your original form and change again."
How about the person you were before you became a player? If so, today's game would have turned into a disaster."
"...Today's game..." Gusta was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "That's right! Today's game!"
As soon as he jumped up from the bed, he immediately felt dizzy and had to lie back down again.
"Don't get excited," the cat boy said angrily, "It's only half past five in the morning, and there's still a lot of time left. You'd better take a good rest and save enough energy for the competition."
"Um......"
"You just made a round trip from the gate of hell yesterday. Originally, I didn't want you to participate in that kind of strenuous exercise. But there is no way. Today's game will require Mr. Gusta's strength to win anyway." Mutt closed
He raised his eyes and said: "So now we can only try our best to keep Mr. Gusta's strength strong. Oh, by the way, are you hungry? I made some oatmeal, do you want me to feed you?"
"I don't need anyone to feed me yet..."
"It's okay, I owe you. Mr. Gusta can just lie down and recuperate his strength." The cat boy used a pillow to prop up Gusta's head, and then walked towards the kitchen, cooking the food that had been cooked and waiting to be put away.
Cold food was brought in. Gusta also took off the hot towel on his forehead, looked around and found that this was his own home.
"So you ran into my house without permission and used my kitchen to cook breakfast for me..." the tiger man complained in a low voice.
"Hahaha..." Mutt smiled awkwardly and held the cooled oatmeal in front of Gusta. In order to make it easier for Gusta to eat, the oatmeal was made very thin, and Mutt also
A straw was placed on the bowl. This way Gusta could directly use the straw to suck the cooled porridge without the need for Mutt to feed it with a spoon. Mutt probably wanted to save Gusta's face.
, and at the same time, I didn’t want Gusta to waste extra energy, so I came up with this method.
The tiger man didn't say much. He bit the straw that was placed at his mouth and sucked the gruel into his mouth. It was like drinking a drink. Although it was indeed very convenient to eat like this, this oatmeal was too...
....Bland and tasteless, right?
"No salt..." Gusta paused and complained.
"You are recovering from a serious injury. It would be better to eat something lighter." Mutt said.
"Tsk..." The tiger man smacked his lips, bit the straw and continued to suck. This was almost like drinking water, just boiled water with a light oatmeal aroma. Gusta didn't pay too much attention to it, so he speeded up.
He was sucking, intending to finish the thin oatmeal in one go. Mutt was very careful and let the cooked oatmeal cool before giving it to Gusta. The current oatmeal is only slightly hot, close to human body temperature. This temperature
It won't burn your mouth even if you suck through a straw.
"You brought me back from Lviv," the tiger man asked again, "What about Mr. Albert? Is he still in Lviv?"
"Um......"
"Is it okay to leave him alone in Lviv?"
"Probably..." Mutt replied in a low voice, but could not hide the worry on his face.
"There was no communication to confirm his condition after that?"
"It's inconvenient for him to communicate over there..." the cat boy groaned: "But don't worry, he will be fine. He is very powerful. As long as he is not plotted against, no one can defeat him head-on.
he."
"But it's because he was plotted that you had to play him, and you almost got killed------"
"...This matter is in the past, so don't mention it anymore." Mutt was a little unhappy.
Gusta drank the rest of the oatmeal in one breath, and then accidentally put a hand on the cat boy's shoulder: "Maybe I shouldn't interfere in the matter between you two. But your relationship is very worrying."
Mutt, just think that I am pleading with you as a teammate. You should stay away from Mr. Albert. If you continue like this, you will definitely not have good results."
"...There is no need for Mr. Gusta to worry about my affairs." The cat boy was indeed unhappy. He turned away and pouted: "It was the same when you came to Lviv to help me before. You can take care of it."
Too much. Although I was saved because of this, I must thank you...but you still control too much."
"So you think I shouldn't care about you and let you continue to run into danger?" Gusta looked at Mutt intently, as if he was interrogating the other person with his eyes.
"You may think that you are just alone and no one cares about you. But in fact it is not the case. Everyone in the team cares about you."
"Really?" Mutt replied coldly, with disbelief written on his face.
"It's true." Gusta emphasized again.
"Just because we are players on the same team, does that give you a reason to care about me to that extent?" The cat boy said in a long tone: "It's still not convincing."
"Then what do you want--" Gusta wanted to say something else, but unexpectedly the other party suddenly came over.
"Huh!?!" There was warmth from the corner of his mouth, and Mutt's little hands touched him restlessly.
"Um...!! No...!!" Gusta's thinking paused for a full second, and then his whole body felt like an electric shock, and he used all his strength to push Mutt's body away.
He was still weak and sore, so this push didn't actually exert much force. It was enough for the weak cat boy, and he pushed Mutt to the floor next to the bed with one palm.
"What are you doing? Why are you so careless!!" the tiger man said angrily.
"I'm sorry." Mutt got up from the ground, "As expected, there was no reaction. It seems that Mr. Gusta doesn't like me."
"Isn't this nonsense!" the tiger man said even more angrily. He felt that several of his cerebral blood vessels were about to burst.
"But this really doesn't make sense -------" Such an embarrassing thing had happened just now, but now Mutt held his chin and thought calmly: "Mr. Gusta even went so far as to protect me." You risked your life, but it’s not because you like me------"
"...You overestimate your own charm." Gusta complained in confusion.
"That's okay." Mutt hummed: "At least I won't have to be wary of Mr. Gusta when I change clothes in the team's locker room."
"Idiot." The tiger man said angrily.
"Hey hey hey..." Mutt scratched his head: "Do you still want to have breakfast? I also made soy milk, it should be almost cool."
"Okay, bring the soy milk." Gusta said mechanically as he was still angry.
"Wait a minute." Mutt then strutted towards the kitchen.
Gusta, who was half lying on the bed, looked at the back of the cat-man boy from a distance, and suddenly a strange feeling came over him. His reason was trying its best to stop his thoughts, so he clenched his fists and suppressed the impulse. Press back. (To be continued)