Lilitha no longer refused being called "master." She was truly obedient and clever.

When Rogue stayed in the warehouse these past two days, she showed no reluctance at all. But once he left, Lilitha seemed to comfort herself.

She muttered various dragon words. Rogue could barely make out terms like "pet," "it's okay," and "good person." Even if she harbored doubts, she never showed them before him.

Rogue’s gentleness was slowly taking effect. Now, even on stormy nights, she could sometimes fall asleep peacefully, thinking he’d return the next day. The taming was working—undeniably—but progress was slow, just as Rogue had said.

He hadn’t tried extreme actions yet. If he did something she couldn’t accept, would she even cooperate?

Learning about her past would help the taming. It might also clarify what Moy meant.

Could he really regain his memories from this Young Dragon Princess?

Rogue pushed open the warehouse door. Lights flickered on. Lilitha’s head snapped up, showing cute little fangs. "Good evening, master!"

She’d started greeting him warmly on her own.

Rogue brought out a wooden tub, filled it with water, and prepared herbs. Lilitha watched quietly from the side. "Master, what’s this?" she asked.

He neutralized the herbs with magic. The liquid turned dark green.

"This will keep you from fearing thunder at night," Rogue replied.

He’d be gone three to four days—maybe a week if things went wrong. He worried about Lilitha’s state after he left.

Lilitha gripped the tub’s edge with both hands, staring at the murky water. Her big tail swept back and forth over the straw. She looked up at him. "If you stay tonight, master, I won’t be scared."

Spending more time with Rogue, she’d grown fond of his scent. It wasn’t just liking—it was dependence. His presence calmed her.

She preferred him beside her over hugging her own tail at night.

The warm warehouse had no thunder. She’d sleep soundly.

Facing Lilitha’s hopeful gaze, Rogue just shook his head without answering. The tub filled. He didn’t need to speak—just a slight nod when she looked his way.

She climbed in willingly, coiled her tail inside, and purred with comfort, eyes half-closed.

Lilitha’s daily recovery was going well. When Rogue bathed her, his towel brushed her small chest and lower body. Her face always flushed slightly.

At her age, she understood modesty and the differences between genders.

Rogue was used to seeing her naked. He thought the blush was just from bathing.

During feeding, he told her his plans. "Lilitha, I’ll be away for a few days. I won’t come to the warehouse."

"Eh?" Her crimson pupils narrowed slightly. She’d learned enough to grasp the key point. "You won’t come?"

Rogue nodded. "I’ll return in three to five days."

He wanted to mention Aria to test her reaction, but his dragon speech was too poor. He kept it simple.

Lilitha had been sitting like a well-behaved puppy. Now she grabbed his arm. "Can’t you stay?"

Her small face showed panic. She even forgot the rule: no extra movements during feeding.

Rogue glanced at her hands but didn’t punish her. He shook his head again. "It’s necessary."

"Then I’ll go too!"

"No. You stay here and wait for me."

"B-but... that..."

Lilitha stammered. A month of daily baths and feedings had made her crave this routine. Waiting each day now felt like torture.

In the dark, cramped warehouse—where wind, rain, and thunder created terrifying symphonies—Rogue’s warmth and light felt like a dragon’s dream.

She feared her old master would return once Rogue left.

This subconscious dependence overpowered her rational mind.

Rogue ruffled her hair, smiling gently. "Be good. I’ll be back soon."

"Really?" Lilitha peered into his eyes beneath his long bangs. His stubbled chin made him seem experienced and steady.

Rogue nodded firmly. "I’ll sleep here with you tonight."

"Okay."

Afraid to upset him, Lilitha accepted the inevitable. She shrank back and nodded.

Feeding continued, but Rogue talked more than usual.

He wanted to leave a better impression before leaving. Days apart would deepen her longing for tonight’s memory.

Every move he made aimed at taming Lilitha.

After feeding, Lilitha led Rogue by the hand to her sleeping corner—a simple bed of straw.

Rogue sat cross-legged. Lilitha hesitated, then didn’t dare curl into his lap. Instead, she rested her head on his thigh. Her tail-tip grabbed a blanket. She arranged it over herself.

Her tail then slid up between her legs, stopping at her chest. She hugged it tightly, a trace of relief on her face.

Rogue leaned against the wall, pulling out a parchment notebook and quill to record her progress.

Every time he looked down, he met her curious gaze. Her stunning crimson eyes captivated him. He couldn’t help stroking her broken horn stub.

It felt smooth under his fingers. But he preferred head pats, chin scratches, or tugging her fluffy tail.

Honestly, her skin, budding chest, and perky little butt felt amazing—typical compliments for a girl. But Rogue felt no lust toward such a child. It meant nothing to him.

He noticed Lilitha’s eyes were closed. A blush spread across her cheeks.

This didn’t seem like normal shyness.

Was her horn that sensitive?

After playing with it briefly, Rogue let go. He leaned back to rest, staying awake just to keep her company.

Within half an hour, the herbs’ effects kicked in. Lilitha fell into a deep sleep. Rogue waited a little longer before standing.

Time to head for human territory.