The Demon Lord is a Cat! ( GL)

Chapter 4: The talkative witch.

Chapter 4: The talkative witch.

Emily was sitting down on the floor coloring something on a table with a broken leg. She takes the pink color and makes several circle shapes shaping a flower. "One big circle... one small circle, two small circle..." she hums while drawing.

Her big sister on the other hand made sure to double lock the entry door to their run down apartment and closed the curtains to make sure no one would be able to peep or spy on them outside. "Whew... that's certainly enough excitement for one day-! I would like it if it would stay like that forever." she mutters to herself while looking at her curtains once more slumping her bag on the floor.

She was curious... if the girl was still there.

The mysterious beautiful lady that escorted them home until they were safe- she couldn't help but remember all the cool things she did while she was practically sweeping her off Isabella's feet when she saved her from those horrible loan sharks that almost kidnapped her...

If she wasn't there at that time. She would have never seen her little sister again and she would be left in that daycare alone thinking that her sister abandoned her. "I... I should have properly thanked her with a meal or something."

But with what money will she be even used to treat that oh beautiful woman a meal?

"Oh!"

A light bulb appeared on her head remembering the antique coins that the same girl gave her that she can pawn for money! Maybe she can even sell these online once she get these appraised and-

She pats her pockets and realizes... Why is it so flat?

"The coins... I know I put them in my pocket, where are they?" she searches for it once more even going through her bag and wallet. "No! No! No!" she even walks around their small room just in case it fell out and rolled over!

Isabella has just found out that the coins from her pockets that she could pawn for a lot of money are gone!

Their possible grocery money was all gone!

They're back to being poor!

It must have been from that time those goons got her cornered and she felt one hand roaming through her pockets. Curses! It must've fallen out on that shady alleyway...

The rent is due soon and she's not sure if her job can support them for long even when her scholarship is keeping them afloat and Emily will need to start going to elementary soon- and she'll be needing allowance and materials.

She's also worried about her little sister getting bullied for not having... a proper perfect family like everyone does.

The image of the past pops into her mind. Their mother laughing while they finish preparing their dinner, Emily trying to pick a fight while Isabella hugs her to death just to spoil her sister and finally their father with a respectable job with decent salary who comes home every night just to be with them.

How unfortunate it couldn't be that way.

Isabella looks at her sister happily drawing without knowing the pain and worry her older sister is in. "Stupid old man this is all your fault..." She couldn't help but curse his playboy father that abandoned them into the fear of debt.