The story actually begins after Lacus, having finished her studies and returned to her room to communicate with Athrun, had left.
He highly valued his student, Lacus Clyne.
According to his plan with Uzumi Nara Athha, the old king of Orb, to resolve the conflict between Coordinators and Naturals, they needed sufficient influence over the Coordinator government's upper echelons.
After a selection process, they found the dove like Clyne faction to be the most suitable.
However, Siegel Clyne was clearly advanced in age and his thinking was matured, and more importantly, he was under surveillance by his rival, Patrick Zala.
Ultimately, they decided to infiltrate the second generation of the Coordinator government's upper echelons.
As the only daughter of the dove like leader, Lacus Clyne was chosen as one of their candidates and stood out.
Through a series of secret arrangements, coincidences, and intrigue, he ultimately completed his plan with Uzumi Nara Athha, becoming Lacus Clyne's private political and ideological tutor, imparting his own ideas and laying the groundwork for the future.
As a teacher with a special mission, he naturally observed everything, including Lacus's daily behavior and the things around her.
For example, the orange cat that Lacus would bring out whenever he came to class.
After observing, he noticed that this orange cat always had a look of disgust on its face when it saw him, then covered its ears and lay down to take a nap.
If he tried to approach, the cat would give him another disgusted look and then quickly run away.
It was as if it had seen a pile of stinking dung.
He, a great master level thinker, educator, and philosopher, and this fat cat who was not even human and could not even speak dared to despise him and look down on him.
What gave the cat the right to look down on him first.
For some reason, he was very angry when he saw this orange cat sleeping soundly after Lacus left today.
Unable to contain his anger, he approached.
Before he had taken two steps, he realized that the orange cat had also noticed him, its drooping ears covering its hearing, and a look of utter disgust squeezed out on its cat face.
That expression again.
He could not stand it.
"Fat cat, why do you look down on me so much. I am a master level thinker, educator, and philosopher on Earth. You know that."
Garfield thought to himself.
You idiot.
I have educated Grindelwald, the great dark lord, and trained Voldemort, two generations of dark lords in the wizarding world.
Maybe in the future, I will educate little Harry so he can inherit their legacy and become the third generation.
Besides, I am an orange cat who has read Das Kapital and Marx's ideas.
How could I possibly have any good feelings toward a low class fellow like you.
If it were not for this long term meal ticket, I, King Garfield Pandimensional Godzilla Pendragon, would not bother listening to your ramblings.
By the way, the pink haired girl is not actually dark yet.
It must be this brain dead fellow spreading some bad ideas.
Garfield kept up the look of disgust.
A utopian fool, his head full of unrealistic ideas, instilling brain dead thoughts, wanting to achieve world peace with just his mouth.
What if the people of the whole world did not eat.
Human beings are inherently competitive.
It is survival of the fittest.
This man was nothing but a clown.
Utterly despicable.
"You stinky cat, you had better give me an explanation today, or else I will. Ah."
Seeing the other man angrily brandishing his cane to strike, how could Garfield Pandimensional Godzilla Pendragon, the soul mentor of a king and demigod, possibly let a mere two legged creature have its way.
He climbed off the mat, lightly pushed off with his back leg, and leaped onto the other man's face, extending his sharp claws.
Swish.
He struck the other man's face twice, completing a perfectly symmetrical three X shaped cut.
Ah.
The man saw an orange ball rush toward him, followed by pain on his face, and then he felt an irresistible force from his face.
He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Before losing consciousness, he seemed to see the orange cat's mocking eyes filled with the word weakling.
I was actually defeated by a cat.
As darkness fell.
The Clyne family butler was agitated when he found his master's tutor lying unconscious on the ground, his face scarred.
He frantically summoned servants and an ambulance, dragging the man toward the councilman.
Even though the man was not on PLANT's enemy list, Patrick Zala, as an outsider, sensed something was amiss.
It turned out that the renowned thinker, educator, and philosopher who had entered the hospital was summoned for questioning by PLANT's security department.
After Siegel Clyne's intervention, the master thinker, educator, and philosopher was eventually released, bearing three X shaped scars on his face.
It was already the afternoon of the next day.
Sitting in the car on the way back to the Clyne family villa, Siegel Clyne asked the man, "Master, what happened to you."
"It is all because of your orange cat. It is all its fault," the man replied, his expression contorted with rage against the backdrop of his scars.
This was not the demeanor of a master thinker, educator, and philosopher.
Had he been deceived.
Siegel Clyne's face showed doubt and suspicion.
As a conman, or rather, a master, he at least had a keen eye.
Noticing the change in Siegel Clyne's expression, he calmly explained, "This whole thing was an accident. After your princess finished her lesson today, I developed a strong interest in your orange cat. Or perhaps it could be considered suspicion."
Suspicion about an orange cat.
The words made Siegel frown.
Garfield, the orange cat, was found by Lacus and Athrun while they were playing.
It was true that the Carter family was in PLANT, but after investigation, no orange cats had gone missing, and no cats belonging to the Carter family in PLANT had gone missing.
Since he had found it with Athrun, Siegel suspected it might be a setup by political rivals.
After the butler's inspection confirmed that the orange cat had no special features, it was just a lost, starving domestic orange cat.
"Is there anything special about Garfield."
Siegel could not think of anything amiss, so he asked the person beside him who claimed to be a master thinker, educator, and philosopher.
"After observing it, I found that the orange cat has a very expressive face, especially when it sees me. It always looks disgusted, so I suspect that this cat might be a genetically modified spy cat."