I Reincarnated As A Villainess, But Why Did I Become A Cat Butler Instead? - Chapter 237

Chapter 119.1

The dinner party was a success.

The nobles were unsure whether they could really calm the nightmare situation with cat shapeshifters, but they couldn’t let go of the thread of hope I showed them. They were desperate to keep an eye on their people, as the dream demons were causing productivity to plummet across the country, and victims were drowning in misery. If they didn’t calm this situation immediately, they would ruin the harvest for the year, and the entire empire would be at risk of food shortages this winter.

Rather than mocking my establishment of a mercenary group, they were busy watching my every move.

“Did you hear the nobles keep talking about the Cool Cat Mercenaries? I think word of mouth will soon spread like wildfire.”

I exclaimed in excitement as the nobles left, and Dimitri and I were alone in the parlor.

“Did you hear how Count Tara mutters about how absurd it is, saying the mercenary group wouldn’t have much effect, questioning whether it is all just a show? He was crying! Haha. He acted so helplessly throughout the meal!”

Dimitri smirked and held out a bottle of champagne from behind.

“Shouldn’t we raise a toast?”

“Wow, when did you prepare this?”

“I knew Rowaine would handle it well, so I prepared in advance.”

“Good sense!”

Feeling elated, I gladly accepted the champagne he poured for me. Then, we sat side by side on the sofa, clinking our glasses together as we watched the employees clear the dining table in the garden.

“Hmm. It’s very sweet and delicious, isn’t it?”

I was pleasantly surprised when I took a sip of the pretty pink champagne. This champagne, with its fragrant fruity aroma, wasn’t only visually appealing and aromatic but also delicious.

As I gulped down my champagne, Dimitri refilled my glass and spoke.

“Don’t drink too quickly.”

“Why?”

He shrugged.

I thought it was just something people typically said when drinking, so I dismissed his words casually and hastily downed my second glass of the refreshing, sweet champagne.

“I warned you, didn’t I?”

“What did you say?”

“You seem to like it, so I’ll get you another one next time.”

“Thank you. I should drink it with my friends when I get a chance.”

Naturally, Avila and Elaine came to mind. The image of them eagerly welcoming any good drink flashed before my eyes. Meanwhile, Dimitri turned to face me before clinging his glass against mine.

“Hmm. I hope you don’t.”

“What? Drinking with friends?”

“You can only drink this with me.”

The next moment, he raised his champagne glass, and without realizing it, I followed suit and emptied another half glass.

“What is this? It goes down so smoothly.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“….?”

Despite the fact that I wanted to ask what he meant, Dimitri was smiling so kindly and innocently that I was momentarily at a loss for words.

‘What’s going on? He feels really mesmerizing.’

Was it just my mood if people looked particularly nice right now?

I chuckled and spoke without realizing it.

“Dimitri, do you know? You look really nice today. Your clothes are nice, and your face is pretty as well.”

Just as I was about to take another glass of champagne, he gently took my hand and stopped me.

“I told you not to drink too quickly. Slow down. It’s good enough right now.”

“Just a little more.”

As I reached for the glass, he placed a ginger cookie in my mouth.

“Don’t get too drunk, Rowaine. I’m not going to listen to the excuse that you don’t remember like last time.”

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‘The alcohol is weaker than I thought.’

Dimitri continued to stuff ginger cookies into the mouth of Rowaine, who was already drunk, as she rambled on happily. It was because she kept reaching for more champagne as soon as the food disappeared from her mouth.

Rowaine was excited about achieving something tonight and was pleasantly intoxicated with strong liquor.

“Hmm, these are my favorite cookies. Oh, did I mention that earlier? Seems like I’m really drunk. Don’t misunderstand.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Oh, no way. I don’t get drunk on drinks like this. What do you take me for?”

It seemed like it was originally a rule that drunk people never admit they were drunk.

“So, that’s really what you’re going to name your mercenary group?”

“The Cool Cat Mercenaries?”

“Seriously?”

“I’m a little torn, actually.”

As Dimitri rested his chin on the back of the sofa and gazed at her languidly, Rowaine, while still holding hands with him, used her other hand to stroke her chin as she uttered earnestly. She seemed completely unaware that one of her hands was being held.

“Whether to name it the Cute Cat Mercenaries or the Cool Cat Mercenaries…”

‘…She’s serious about this.’

While casually holding and playing with her hand, he gave advice.

“Go with the Cool Cat Mercenaries.”

“Why?”

“The word cute might hurt their pride, but being cool makes them proud.”

“Is that so? Still, they are all cute. Cats are naturally cute.”