559 I Really Can

The black-haired catgirl was very beautiful, but she seemed rather cold.

She had condescendingly proposed a demand, but for some reason, she almost sounded like she was imploring.

She was that kind of person who made the toughest declarations with the most cowardly expressions.

Roland disliked her tone, but noticing the slight fear on her cute face, he was more or less amused and asked, "Why do you want to buy my cat?"

"She's my family. I'm going to take her home." The black-haired catgirl stepped forward and curtsied. "Esteemed Mr. Roland, please sell her to me."

"I'm not going with you!" Marilyn jumped out and shouted, "This is my home! I don't know you at all. Why should I go with you?"

"But you'll only be someone's slave in this place." The stranger looked at Roland and Marilyn's necklace that signified her identity as a slave. "Why are you staying here when you can go?"