Chapter 3:

I Find Out Someone Close to Me Has Been Telling Me Lies, Yet We Manage to Work Things Out Peacefully, Because I Was Just Lying to Myself for the Sake of a Catgirl!

I Die Crushed by Catgirl Pillows, Yet My Total And All-Consuming Love for Catgirls was Rewarded and I am Reborn In Another World, as a Princess! Then I Find Out My New World Has Catgirls, So I Will Aim to Create a Harem With All the Catgirls in The World!

What should I do while waiting?

My sister went off on her own to find us a means of passage to wherever we were heading next. I didn’t know where we would go, and I didn’t need to know. She could handle the details. Violet was a catgirl. That alone ensured I could trust her. Her also being my sister was just an added bonus making extra sure there wouldn’t be anything to worry about.

There were probably more people waiting to see me, but I chose to ignore them and go do something. I hadn’t quite figured out what yet.

At a bit of a loss, I found myself wandering the castle hallways. You’d think the part of me born in this world would know her way around her own home, but both of us were just as lost. There was actually a great reason for that.

The reason was catgirls.

No further explanation necessary,

For those who do not speak the sacred language, neither of us was interested in much else than catgirls. The princess may have lived in the castle for her whole life, but why ever bother exploring it when she could think about catgirls instead?

I partially agreed with myself. Partially! As in, not completely. She had overlooked one thing.

She could wander the castle hallways and think about catgirls. Furthermore, there was no way to know if there were catgirls in any of the castle hallways without first exploring them. So our logic was a bit lacking, but thankfully I had myself to set myself straight at times like these.

We explored.

We found ourselves exhausted after having walked through what couldn’t have amounted to more than a mere hundredth of the castle. This was a much larger effort than we first imagined. If there were any catgirls in the castle, chances were they’d just pass us by in some side corridor we’d neglected while we were exploring fresh places. Going through the entire castle once wouldn’t be enough.

In other words, we would need to explore it at least five times! Maybe more.

Something told me Violet would finish up any arrangements before that. Until then, all I could do was continue looking. Ahead through the rest of the hallway, then right, then forward again through another long hallway that I could see bent off somewhere near the other end

I walked along it.

I heard a faint noise from around the corner and my ears twitched.

Wait a minute.

My ears… twitched?

Were they supposed to do that? And it wasn’t my normal ears. My human ears. But something on top of my head.

I pushed open a nearby door and hoped there would be a mirror inside. The door flew off its frame, and I ignored that fact when I saw a mirror conveniently placed on the opposite side of the room. A woman stood in front of it, but I brushed past her, pushing her aside as I passed by. She yelled at me from a few meters away, but as the narrator of this story I chose to ignore her continued existence and looked at the mirror.

Why hadn’t I realised earlier? My sister was a catgirl. We had the same parents.

So what was I?

Plenty of answers came to mind. An admirer of catgirls. A princess. My parents’ daughter and my sister’s sister, but also not. Partially reborn after dying in another world, partially a native of this world.

A steady stream of possibilities flowed through my mind, but none of them were important. None of them mattered! Not when faced with the potential I was something much greater than any of that!

The thing on top of my head? Cat ears!

I, myself, was a bona fide 100% pure-breed catgirl.

I spent a while holding a shouting match with rest of me inside my head for not telling me I was a catgirl myself. She told me she didn’t want to share any more catgirls than she had to with herself instead of leaving them all for her own taking, even if that catgirl is us, and I brought myself to agree.

I would have done the same thing myself. In fact, I already did by lying to myself. Kind of nifty, wasn’t it?