As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group Chapter 440: Cat Girl Hermione

Scorn.

Right now, Eri Eri's eyes were filled with scorn. Gazing at Claire, her expression beneath the hood was decidedly dismissive. "You shy away from opposing the gods, yet you only dare to oppress your own citizens and other races. Your Divine Martial Majesty is truly magnificent, isn't he."

"That is absolutely untrue!" Claire's expression turned slightly vexed, her brows knitting as she declared, "His Majesty has never oppressed our citizens. He has always held deep affection for his country."

"Oh?" Eri Eri chuckled, inquiring, "Very well then, can every single person in your country eat their fill? Do they all possess adequate shelter? Do children have access to education?"

"Th-this..." Claire was taken aback, the grim scenes from her recent visit to the slums of the lower city instantly resurfacing in her mind.

Fetid water flowed everywhere. A frail mother clutched her daughter, rummaging through garbage heaps for sustenance. Nearby, wild dogs watched them with avarice, anticipating a feast from their remains should they perish.

"If he genuinely cherishes his country so profoundly, why can't those people even secure enough food?" Eri Eri inquired calmly.

Claire pondered briefly before offering her own explanation. "That is because they are poor; they lack funds... Every city-state exhibits a disparity between the affluent and the destitute. However, this does not imply His Majesty neglects them!"

"Pfft, are you attempting to make me expire from laughter?" Eri Eri almost burst into laughter. "The poor having no money is the *outcome*, not the *reason*. Have you ever stopped to contemplate *why* they lack funds? Have you considered *why* they are impoverished? Could it perchance be that they simply did not endeavor hard enough?"

Not working hard enough, consequently lacking funds. This is the common rationale many individuals provide.

Yet, they never pause to reflect: if diligent labor guaranteed riches, then the wealthiest being in the world ought to be a donkey. For donkeys toil the hardest and are the most industrious.

"No, it is because all that wealth resides in the hands of the nobility," Claire countered, shaking her head. "They hoard vast fortunes and squander them wantonly, while remaining indifferent to the plight of the impoverished."

"Hmm, it appears you possess some discernment after all," Eri Eri acknowledged with a slight nod. "Then have you pondered why the nobility can control the majority of the wealth? From whence does their power and authority emanate? Who bestowed such might upon them?"

Claire found herself stunned once more, her mind plunging into deep contemplation.

"Let us conclude our discussion for today. Mull it over carefully," Eri Eri stated coolly as she rose to her feet. "Return to me with your conclusions once you have reached them."

"Wait!" Before Claire could take a step, Eri Eri spoke up urgently. "What precisely is your objective in detaining me here? If you seek a ransom, name your price!"

"Ransom?" Eri Eri turned, approaching her, and lifted Claire's chin with her hand. "My apologies. Such a thing is of no need to me. What I desire... is you." With that, she strode away, leaving Claire with a gaze filled with shame and fury.

Exiting the chamber, Eri Eri removed her hood, unveiling her delicate, attractive features. She opened the group chat and shared her conversation with Claire, asking: *What are your thoughts, can the ideological reformation I'm initiating from this point succeed?*

Red Lotus Fairy: *It feels somewhat precipitous.*

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: *I also believe it's a bit too hasty. You immediately invalidated the majesty she holds in her heart; it will inevitably incite rebellion.*

Soul Society’s Villain: *We all advised showing her your world first and proceeding incrementally. Why did you resort to the harsh remedy immediately?*

Doujin Artist: *I simply felt incredibly frustrated! Her singing praises of her majesty right before me—what's so praiseworthy about a timid feudal emperor!*

Machete Girl: *Pfft! 'Timid' is an apt descriptor, truly fitting. It sounds slightly offensive initially, but upon reflection, he truly is a coward!*

Doujin Artist: *Precisely?! He doesn't even dare to defy the beings controlling him, yet he still extols their virtues. What else could that be but cowardice? And this is the individual she describes as wise and mighty!*

Amegakure Village’s Angel: *In that kind of theocratic society, hesitating to rebel is understandable. However, boasting of wisdom and power is indeed pushing it too far.*

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: *At times like these, you should introduce Anzen-san for comparison! Let that girl grasp what *genuine* wisdom and might entails! You're merely indulging her!*

Doujin Artist: *Initially, I intended to do so, but after consideration, I decided against it. Using Anzen-san to contrast with such a person would be demeaning!*

Curly-haired Guy: *Is it genuinely because you deem it degrading, or are you concerned the elf girl might develop an interest in Anzen-san?*

Here we go with the awkward praise again.

Jellal let out a sigh, a headache threatening to surface. He didn't feel particularly wise or mighty himself; everything was unfolding exactly as he had scripted. What sort of wisdom or might was that, really?

If they absolutely insisted on praising him, he'd prefer acclaims for his acting prowess, which would truly satisfy him. He felt that being lauded for superior acting should indeed be the ultimate honor for any performer.

Presently, the young girl Hermione before him was completely enthralled by his act. She remained unaware that he was actually a formidable demon king operating from the shadows, instead perceiving him as a benevolent elder brother.

Even when feeling unwell physically, she implored him to remain and attend to her. In Hermione's eyes, only Professor Zickrein possessed the true capability to aid her. Jellal found this quite gratifying, as it signified substantial validation of his performance.

"Professor Zickrein, will I genuinely recover in half a month?" Hermione inquired mournfully, enveloped in a bedsheet.

"Have faith in me," Jellal affirmed with a nod. "The concoction I've prepared is specifically formulated to address your current symptoms. You might even be ready for missions with your team in less than a fortnight."

"Truly?" Hermione, displaying a flicker of delight, cast aside the covers and exclaimed, "Not even half a month?"

At this precise moment, Hermione's face was adorned with soft fur, and two pointed little ears stood erect atop her head. Her entire appearance resembled that of an oversized tabby cat.

This transformation occurred because she had ingested Polyjuice Potion mixed with cat hair. While Harry and Ron were unaffected, she tragically bore the brunt of the mishap.

"Indeed. Do not forget, you are my assistant," Jellal stated with unwavering certainty. "Our magic circle requires your continued involvement for its ongoing construction."

"Yes! I will strive diligently!" Hermione clearly relished the sense of being indispensable. However, a thought then struck her, causing her to re-wrap the bedsheet around herself. "Professor Zickrein, would you please refrain from disclosing my predicament to others?"

"Ah, rest assured," Jellal responded, nodding casually as he proceeded to share the photographs he had just captured directly into the group chat.

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