"Her Highness Princess... she... what is this...?"
It tried hard to organize its words, or rather, its spiritual fluctuations. But clearly, the scene before its eyes had exceeded the bounds of its comprehension from a thousand-year slumber. The royal bloodline was incomparably noble. How could it transform into this... weak, harmless pet form? And how could she be so intimately close to a human?
"This is Moonlight's personal habit," Raylo explained without batting an eye. "She prefers it this way. It's convenient for movement."
It wondered how this could possibly be convenient for movement. Silver Moon Blade stared at the large white cat curled up comfortably on the human's shoulder and sank into a deeper silence. It simply couldn't connect this soft, adorable creature with the majestic and sacred royalty in its memories.
"We are preparing to return to our territory," Raylo continued. "Follow us, Silver Moon Blade."
