No one knows when or where the horned cats that inhabit this village came from and migrated. All they could do was place a bowl of milk in front of their houses to prevent them from cursing or physically harming their households. People from other cities considered the bowl of milk placed in front of each house’s front door to be a distinctive feature of the village.
Just as the blood of a sheep is smeared on the top of the door to avoid the death of the eldest son, so there was milk. Until twenty years ago, this small village was plundered by the guild of rascals within the lord's castle. Some of them were given the title of warrior.
The name of the cave where the horned cats live is Milk Cave. It reminds us that they love milk and are sacred beings. The surroundings were quiet. That is, until the children from the neighboring village came here and saw something. No one set foot there because they thought it would be cursed as a sacred land. That is why people did not know about the existence of the Jeonra women that the children saw.
"Why don't we have some fun and sell some women?"
"By the way, why do you live in a place like that?"
"I think might be the cat girl of the rumor, bro."
They plan to have fun with the catgirls, very rare creatures with human-like organs and proportions among the horned cats, and then drag them out of the caves to be sold in the slave market. Some fools among this group of rascals say they will break away from the group, believing that the horned cats live together with the cat dragons.
"Don't be like that. This is our chance to do our part."
Among the guild members, Rostringer, who was known for being honest and loyal, was trusted regardless of age. However, despite his reputation, Rostringer was more curious about the creature called Catgirl than anyone else. A legendary woman he had only heard of through rumors. Or a creature that was more or less like Catgirl. He felt heavy inside thinking about how she would react and feel if he were put in something like that.
The sun rose and the next morning, they all gathered at the assembly point and headed to the Milk Cave where the Catgirl and the Horned Cats lived. The Horned Cats, with their small, smooth, white horns growing above their eyebrows, were wary and avoided them, but as they approached the cave, they gathered and began to walk toward it together. It was a strange sight. It was as if the cats were welcoming them. At that moment, one of the latecomers stabbed one of the Horned Cats with a knife, saying that its skin was beautiful and that he wanted to give it to his wife. Then he carried the body on his back and whistled happily as he moved.
From this point on, the cats became wary and pounced on them. Many guild members began to have large and small cuts on their skin. However, the cats fell helplessly to the swords of the gang of thugs. The fur of the pure white horned cats began to be stained with bright red blood.
Halfway up the lush hillside, tangled with fragrant honeysuckle vines, the limestone begins to turn a pale pink. They suddenly feel a coolness and begin to enter the cave entrance.
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