Raising Cute Pets in the Apocalypse

The wind is bitterly cold, and the air is sweet with the stench of blood.

Endless ranks of undead, zombies, and monstrous beasts kneel on one knee along both sides.

A black-and-white cat, with a big head, a round face, and four short little legs, gracefully pads over from the distance.

"Awooo~"

"Let those beauties go. Your king will handle them!"

"What are you looking at? Your king is super fierce!"

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