Under the pure white light, a girl lay on her side in bed, her face slightly flushed as she read the book in her hands.

Holding the book by its edges with both hands, she curled up under the covers, reading by the dim light.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Startled, True Dawn’s breath hitched slightly as she immediately shoved the book under the covers.

She looked up toward the door.

Lady Cely walked in, holding hands with Euphemia.

Huh?!!!

Holding hands?!

Uncertainly, True Dawn sat up, rubbed her eyes, and even pinched her arm.

Could this be what was mentioned before—that I am your sister’s master?

After a brief glance at Cecile, True Dawn’s gaze swept over Euphemia from head to toe.

Dressed in a pure maid outfit, her sister’s face flushed with shyness and restraint—she was absolutely perfect.

As Cecile approached the bed, she could clearly sense True Dawn’s breathing had grown heavy.

Hand on her forehead, Cecile didn’t know what to make of her.

Combined with True Dawn’s abrupt behavior when they entered and the way she’d shoved something under the covers...

It wasn’t hard to deduce this girl must have been reading some smutty novel.

Soon, True Dawn realized her mistake and quickly composed herself.

“Sister... um, good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon, True Dawn.”

Euphemia apologetically glanced at Cecile and performed a clumsy maid curtsy.

Cecile well understood the sisters needed private time; she’d simply wanted to check on True Dawn.

Placing the chain in her hand onto True Dawn’s bed, Cecile silently exited the room.

The rest of the time was for the sisters to be alone and strengthen their bond.

Regarding True Dawn, she still needed Abathur’s explanation.

After Cecile left, Euphemia finally took a good look around the room.

It was clean, and beside the bed sat a half-eaten fruit platter.

On the other side of the bed were piled some books, apparently meant to keep True Dawn entertained.

It was clear her sister was living quite comfortably.

This lessened Euphemia’s resistance toward Cecile a little.

At least, Cecile had fulfilled all her promises.

“I heard your illness has been cured?”

“Ah... that can-man did say that to me, but I’m not entirely sure,” True Dawn nodded vigorously.

She was quite afraid her sister might suddenly reach for the books beside her bed.

Those study materials titled ‘Basic Theory of Magic’ and ‘On Faith’ were just covers.

“I see, that’s good,” Euphemia said, seemingly oblivious to her sister’s unease, as she smiled and stroked her soft hair.

“And you, Sister? How have you been outside?” the girl asked, her eyes narrowing slightly in contentment after being petted, looking utterly comfortable.

“It’s good. The work is easier and simpler than before, and the pay is generous.”

Euphemia sighed.

“I just have to watch my step, but fortunately, the master is quite kind...”

As True Dawn listened, she stared intently at the silvery Collar around her sister’s pale neck, her hand unconsciously gripping the end of the chain beside the bed.

A strange excitement welled up within her.

This feeling... this feeling... was absolutely thrilling!

As Euphemia spoke, she suddenly noticed her sister’s face flushing red.

Her gaze fixed unwaveringly on a certain spot.

Looking down, she realized it was her Collar.

Unable to contain her embarrassment and annoyance, she shouted, “True Day Noah!”

“Ah! Sister, I’m here...” True Dawn snapped back to reality, releasing the chain like a scolded child, her hands pressed on her lap, not daring to move.

“What are you looking at?”

“I, I’m just curious what this is, Sister,” True Dawn swallowed, deciding to play the ignorant sister.

“It’s just a maid’s accessory.”

“But it has Lady Cely’s name engraved on it.”

“Because I work as a maid for Lady Cely, it’s only natural her name is engraved on it.”

“Is that so? So Lady Cely is your master, Sister?”

Euphemia hesitated. “It’s just a normal employment relationship.”

She hesitated!

Their relationship wasn’t that simple after all.

Master-servant play?!

True Dawn sat up straight, excited as if she’d discovered something, and pressed on, “Sister, how far have you and Lady Cely gone...”

Her face flushed, ears burning red.

Before the girl could finish, Euphemia cut her off, “That’s enough, True Dawn. This topic isn’t for someone your age to understand.”

“I’m only half a year away from being an adult...” True Dawn said discontentedly.

Then she realized her sister hadn’t denied anything and had become extremely shy.

Her eyes lit up with excitement again, “So that means you really have already with Lady Cely...”

The girl pressed the tips of her index fingers together, rubbing them against each other a few times.

“Enough! True Day Noah! What on earth are you thinking about all the time!”

Hearing her sister’s genuinely angry growl, True Dawn realized she’d gone too far with her questions and shrank back under the covers fearfully.

Such intimate topics shouldn’t be asked so bluntly.

Next time, she must be careful—approach indirectly, not so directly.

After shouting, Euphemia immediately regretted it.

Seeing True Dawn wrapped in the covers, Euphemia withdrew her outstretched hand. “I-I’m sorry, True Dawn. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It’s fine, as long as you call me ‘master,’ Sister, I’ll forgive you,” True Dawn joked.

“Really?” Euphemia asked earnestly.

Huh? Is it really possible?

True Dawn, seeing the seriousness on her sister’s face, truly hadn’t expected her to be so submissive.

Should she credit Lady Cely’s good training?

Hmm, the girl didn’t know, but she was very much looking forward to it.

Could such a request really be granted?

Can’t she see I’m joking?

With this doubt, True Dawn said a little hopefully, “Of course it’s true! And it’d be even better if you added a ‘meow’ at the end, Sister.”

“That can-man said listening to cat meows, especially kitten meows, helps with recovery.”

“But I’m already an adult...”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect; just having it is enough.”

Euphemia lowered her head, holding down her short skirt.

Filled with extreme conflict and hesitation.

This kind of thing... no matter how you look at it, it’s shameful. Why would Abathur suggest such a recovery method?

But since she said it, there must be a reason.

Abathur is crazy, that’s true, but she doesn’t lie.

Gently placing a hand on her chest as she looked at her sister, Euphemia opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a sound.

Even though she’d called Cecile ‘master’ hundreds of times and was used to it.

But to a second person, especially her own sister, Euphemia truly felt uneasy.

“M...master... meow...” she whispered, barely audible.

“Too quiet! I didn’t hear it!”

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself.

Euphemia finally said it to her sister.

“Master meow~”

True Dawn laughed, her eyes crinkling, her heart blooming with joy.

“I forgive you, sis~ter!”