Angela’s father had a terrible reputation among high society—a rigid, unyielding man with a sharp tongue.

Obsessed with perfection, he forced his own unfulfilled youthful dreams onto his daughter, using endless psychological games to fuel his bragging at drinking parties.

Especially after learning of her idol activities, he outright disowned her.

So Angela rarely went home, usually staying in her academy dorm or the convent.

She never wanted to mention her father, terrified of that stern man who constantly nitpicked her every move.

“Stop crying,” Lenna frowned in disgust. “Shut up.”

Angela couldn’t stop sobbing. Teardrops spilled freely down her innocent cheeks. “Wah… hic!… Wahhh, hic!”

She even hiccuped between sobs—was she really just a kid who hadn’t grown up yet?!

Lenna clicked her tongue. “Annoying.”

Angela fell silent, her loud sobs softening to quiet sniffles.

She clutched the white dragon hatchling anxiously, looking as pitiful as the Fox Maiden hugging her fluffy tail on their first meeting.

She could easily be likable, yet she insisted on acting so haughty.

The young Holy Maiden was quite interesting…

“I was joking,” Lenna said, lifting both girl and dragon effortlessly. They felt weightless. Beneath her loose nun’s robe, the girl’s frame was painfully thin, like she’d never had a proper meal. “I’ll heal it.”

“But I’m gonna get violated by my senior…” Angela whimpered.

Lenna’s eyelid twitched. “Slander me again, and I’ll slaughter you and this stinky dragon on the spot. Sew you together into an abomination.”

“And now my senior’s threatening to rape and murder me… wahhh…”

Angela’s eyes were red-rimmed. Little White poked out of her arms, licking her tears away—a pitiful sight of shared misery.

“I’m not your senior. I don’t have weaklings like you for juniors. Don’t cling to me.” Lenna set Angela down and surrendered her own seat. “I’ll save the dragon. But there’s a condition.”

She raised one finger, pressing it against Angela’s soft pink lips.

“I’ll accept any condition! Please save Little White. It’s Mom’s last birthday gift to me. I can’t lose it.” Angela would do anything for this keepsake.

“Fine.” Seeing her compliance, Lenna agreed smoothly, an evil smirk curling her lips. “The condition…”

“Be my pet dog. Duration… until I get bored.”

“Outside, I won’t interfere with your life. But once you step into this house—my territory—or when we’re alone, your body and mind must submit to me completely. From now on, Angela Cavendish is Lenna Falmouth’s pet dog.”

Lenna recited the contract’s terms flatly, pressed her thumbprint, then turned the page toward Angela.

Contracts were absolute laws here; once signed, they couldn’t be broken. One had to read carefully before committing.

“Um…” Angela raised a timid hand.

Lenna’s brow furrowed. “What else do you want to haggle over?”

“Can I be a kitten instead? I hate dogs…” Angela had been chased by one as a child. Trauma lingered.

“…”

Fine. The girl knew her place.

Lenna actually preferred cats too. Dogs implied master-servant bonds, while cats… well, owners often served them instead.

She agreed and began healing Little White’s wounds.

Time had worsened its condition; surviving this long was a miracle.

“Is it really that tough?” Angela asked after signing, standing quietly beside Lenna, worry etched in her gaze. “Little White grew weaker a week ago. It stopped eating its favorite crimson dragon fruit. At first, I thought it was just the heat killing its appetite. Then I found the rotting wound under its wing…”

“I searched the entire empire for help. Necromancers are rare. Besides the elusive Witch Teacher, only you were left.”

“You have to save it. We promised…” Angela bit her lip, looking heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Lenna didn’t look up, ignoring the nun’s chatter. “Quiet. I’ve never seen this necromantic pattern before. It’ll take time to decipher.”

“You won’t trick me…”

“Hah. Little nun, even if I trick you, what then? You signed the contract. You’re my kitten now. I could refuse to heal your dragon, and you’d still belong to me.” Lenna raised her hands, weaving necromantic runes while mocking her foolishness.

The little nun bit her lip, furious but helpless.

That evil gray hair!

So long it looked like a shabby robe—utterly hideous!

Angela cursed silently in her heart…

“Haaah~” Lenna exhaled deeply.

“Did it work?” Angela leaned in. Little White’s color had improved, but necrotic energy still clung to its scales.

“So worried about your pet, yet you didn’t ask about your owner first, kitten?”

Lenna’s face was pale from mana drain, but she’d succeeded.

This nun had already forgotten the contract terms after signing, ignoring her owner completely.

“Okay, you’re amazing too.”

“Hmm?” Lenna’s smile turned icy. “What should you call me?”

Panicked, Angela corrected herself instantly: “M-Master! My master is the greatest! ❤Suki❤~”

She flashed a sweet heart sign over her chest, her pure smile radiating youthful charm—enough to melt any cold-hearted man.

Angela dismissed Lenna like she would an overzealous fan.

Thankfully, her acting held up.

“Hmph.”

Lenna ruffled Angela’s hair symbolically, her calm gray eyes fixed on those dazzling pink ones for a long moment. “Don’t call me wrong next time.”

Her patience was limited.

Disobedient kittens got abandoned.

“Thank you… Master.”

Angela covered the spot Lenna had touched, lost in thought.

It felt like fire—tingling, itchy. Her cheeks burned, her pale pink ears hot. She didn’t know why.

So many mysteries existed in this world.

Like why Lenna wanted to keep her as a kitten.

Loneliness?

Desire?

A fan’s obsession to possess her idol?

No, no!

Lenna could never be her fan. And stalking idols offline was just wrong!

Then why…

Lenna had watched Angela’s fleeting confusion. She narrowed her eyes slightly and tossed a bag from across the room. “Try it on.”

“What is this?”