Category: Second Time Around, the Villainous Daughter Decides to Indulge First

Chapter 10: The King of Narcissus

“What’s that?”

Inside the magic carriage, Ling Ling watched curiously as Lena rummaged through a large sack. Mimicking Lena, she swished her tail, cushioning it beneath Lena like an airbag, and asked softly, “Miss seems very happy. Did something good happen?”

“Something good, something incredibly good.”

Lena found what she was looking for, slowly backing out of the sack and opening her palm.

An unremarkable piece of Celestial Stone, dark and dull, like a peeled preserved egg, with faint, strange markings.

However, despite its plain appearance, it was a favorite among mages, a rare and precious treasure used to enhance magic purity and break through professional ranks.

Lena hadn’t expected to find such a good thing within this sack of low-grade magic crystals.

Ordinary magic crystal ore had a small chance of yielding treasures like Celestial Stone, Rainbow Stone, and Diamond Crystals during the mining process. The probability was about as likely as winning the lottery and then immediately being run over by a speeding truck.

And during transportation, as the raw magic crystal ore changed hands between various sellers, they would use magic detectors to re-screen and categorize them, making these precious stones even rarer.

Lena’s original goal was only the artifact; the Celestial Stone was a truly unexpected surprise.

Had her luck changed after being reborn?

Just kidding.

Speaking of which, giving the artifact to the hero in her past life was quite foolish.

Saying things like someone like her didn’t deserve such a good artifact.

After giving away the artifact, she even played matchmaker for the hero’s romantic pursuits, giving him all the credit, and the artifact was then gifted to the hero’s fiancée. In the end, when the Falmouth family was destroyed, the artifact played a significant role.

Tsk, how utterly stupid.

This time, she had obtained the artifact before the hero. With the artifact in her hands, everything should be fine, right?

Lena rubbed the old ring on her finger…

[The Holy Chant of the King of Narcissus]

A magic ring left over from ancient times.

Legend had it that in the barbaric era, a flower bud dropped by a calamity-level plant monster named Narcissus after its death was collected and crafted by the legendary dwarven blacksmith, Norton.

Its effect was to forcibly raise the wearer’s professional rank by one level upon binding.

In other words, the later in the game, the more useful it became. As long as you were a rank eight professional, you could use the King of Narcissus to directly leap to rank nine, achieving legendary status, standing shoulder to shoulder with calamity-level monsters, just one step away from godhood.

Such a game-breaking artifact, upon its appearance, immediately attracted the attention of countless forces, and was eventually lost in a great catastrophe.

Time passed, and it reappeared.

Although incomplete, Lena knew how to repair it.

But before that, she would try the Celestial Stone!

Lena put away the ring and placed the Celestial Stone on her chest. Instantly, a terrifying wave of energy surged through her body, a rush of pleasure filling her mind.

Lena’s pupils dilated, her teeth clenching.

Something was wrong!!

The purity of this Celestial Stone…

It was too pure!!!

Ugh, if this continued, her body would explode…

The uncontainable magic power rampaged within Lena’s body. With no outlet, it erupted from her mouth, nose, and eyes, like a bright flashlight beam from within her stomach, emitting a thick, black mist-like column of black light.

Ling Ling, easily frightened, was terrified by this scene.

When she came to her senses, her soft hands waved frantically in the air, attempting to disperse the black mist surrounding Lena. However, it was a futile effort. The black mist clung stubbornly to Lena’s skin like tenacious parasites.

“What should I do… what should I do… Miss, wake up!” The little fox girl anxiously circled Lena.

The torment lasted for three minutes.

The black mist slowly dissipated.

“Hoo~”

Lena’s pale lips exhaled a turbid breath. She had endured it, but she was drenched in sweat, leaning against Ling Ling’s tail, seemingly dozing.

The little fox girl thoughtfully took out a handkerchief and wiped Lena’s forehead, only putting it away after all the sweat was gone. Her large eyes were filled with concern.

“…”

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I did?”

Lena closed her eyes slightly, channeling her now even purer black magic into the carriage’s engine, setting the navigation for Saint Lorenzo Academy.

“Before fulfilling my duties, Ling Ling doesn’t have the right to question Miss.” The little fox girl’s voice was hoarse, her eyes brimming with tears. If Lena had cried out in pain, her precious tears would have fallen without hesitation.

“Good girl.”

But Lena didn’t. Instead, she planted a kiss on Ling Ling’s cheek.

The little fox girl’s face visibly reddened. She repeatedly touched the spot where the devil had kissed her with the back of her hand, as if trying to cool it down.

“Miss, please tell Ling Ling next time before kissing her…”

“Heh, I’ll kiss you whenever I want.”

Lena finally acted like a true villain.

A lowly maid daring to talk back to her mistress?

How dare she!

Thus, with the little fox girl’s shy yet inviting demeanor, the magic carriage, its compartment shaking continuously, drove unhurriedly towards the central street of the empire, overflowing with a spring-like atmosphere.

…

“Please present your Imperial Resident ID card or visitor’s pass!”

A fully equipped imperial soldier held a magic loudspeaker, his face stern, veins bulging on his forehead.

“New students, don’t push, line up in an orderly fashion for registration! One by one!!”

He wiped the sweat from his brow, his dry throat hoarse from shouting.

However, the gates of each department were still bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder, airtight.

It couldn’t be helped.

Today was the new student enrollment day. Thousands of aspiring students from all over the continent had applied to their dream institution, hoping to learn professional knowledge, study under renowned teachers, level up, and achieve great things.

So, this scene was normal, almost the same every year, and he was used to it.

After all, as one of the top three professional academies in the world, Saint Lorenzo’s prestige went without saying. The dean wished the students would break down the gates. It would be great if a few legends emerged from within, adding to the academy’s glory.

“Ouch… Don’t push!”

“Someone’s stepping on my foot, get off!”

“A carriage is coming, everyone be careful.”

Rumble—

A chorus of gasps arose as a magic carriage drove into the crowd, parting a path wide enough for four people.

The noisy crowd fell silent.

Whispers arose, speculating about the important figure inside the carriage…

Lena parted the curtains and frowned slightly. “Why are there so many people?”

“Academy enrollment, Miss.”

Ling Ling wagged her tail, a faint blush lingering on her innocent face.

“The annual enrollment ceremony. All the department deans will be present, as well as alumni who have graduated and achieved success. They will return to their respective departments to help recruit new students.”

This was a matter of group belonging and honor.

There were conflicts between the departments, always competing openly and covertly. The current enrollment was a crucial part of this competition.

“Oh—”

Lowering the curtains, Lena ignored the conflicts between the departments, picking up the delicate little fox girl and stroking her smooth, stocking-clad legs, seemingly unable to put her down.

“Shall we go down and take a look?”

“Ling Ling will listen to Miss…”

The little fox girl squeezed her snowy white legs together, her pink lips parting unconsciously, letting out soft, dreamy sounds.

It was already difficult enough to stay clear-headed, and Miss was bullying her like this…

But…

She liked it so much.

Ling Ling felt the distance between them closing, Lena’s heartbeat against her back. She understood the fervor, so hot…

Miss had definitely changed.

The little fox girl thought…

Chapter 9: The Bargain Hunter’s Artifact

“When it rains, the thunder rumbles, and the wind howls. Mama said there are big wolves in the valley that eat lone little foxes~”

Ling Ling blinked, singing a childhood rhyme from her homeland. As she sang, tears welled up in her eyes.

Her large golden tail drooped listlessly to the floor. “Ling Ling… misses Mama…”

Her sadness overflowed, and Lena’s heart ached. She quickly went over and hugged her, softly comforting her, “There will be a chance.”

Lena had bought Ling Ling cheaply from slave traders. Covered in mud and reeking, the traders hadn’t recognized her as the rare foxkin, and Lena had stumbled upon a great bargain.

As for Ling Ling’s background, Lena had never asked.

Let bygones be bygones. Some wounds hadn’t yet healed, and reopening them would only cause more pain…

“I’m sorry.”

Lena bowed her head to Ling Ling.

“I’ll do everything I can to help you find your family, and that valley where ‘it rains, the thunder rumbles, and the wind howls.’ One day, you’ll return to your birthplace and reunite with your family. I swear it, by the name of Grey Robe.”

Their heartbeats transmitted through their clothes, gradually synchronizing.

“Thank you, Miss.” Ling Ling quietly felt Lena’s heartbeat, overwhelmed with gratitude. “Just as Ling Ling suspected, Miss has really changed.”

“Changed how?” Lena stroked her head.

“Become…”

Ling Ling stammered, unable to articulate it, her face flushing as she ran away.

Moments later, half of her body reappeared at the doorway. The little fox girl shyly hid her face behind her wide sleeves, her voice soft and sticky-sweet. “Miss didn’t bully Ling Ling at all yesterday, and didn’t speak harshly to Ling Ling. Even after drinking Ling Ling’s poor-quality energy potion, Miss only hugged Ling Ling to sleep and didn’t touch Ling Ling inappropriately. And Miss even gently applied medicine to Ling Ling’s wounds…”

Ling Ling had held these words in all day, finally mustering the courage to speak them.

She believed Lena wouldn’t lie to her.

Because the foxkin’s innate ability, Heart-to-Heart, had already given her the answer.

“Can Ling Ling also receive Miss’s gentleness?”

“I’ll say it upfront, I’m not gentle.”

Lena dressed, looking smart in her dark red checkered academy uniform, her long hair braided into two pigtails that hung in front of her chest. Finally, she put on her thick, round-framed glasses.

She and Ling Ling walked side by side, the atmosphere harmonious. It wasn’t until they boarded the magic carriage that she lowered the curtains and said slowly, “If Ling Ling thinks too highly of me, she’ll end up tasting the bitterness of disappointment.”

“I don’t understand.” Ling Ling shook her head, her innocent face reflected in Lena’s pupils.

Ling Ling couldn’t comprehend Lena’s words, and even less why Lena insisted on playing the villain while helping her.

Was it a new game?

“Miss has helped Ling Ling so much and even promised to help Ling Ling find Mama. How could such a Miss not be a good person?”

“Whether or not I’m a good person isn’t up to you alone to decide.”

“…”

The maid’s skirt, bearing the Falmouth family crest, was crumpled in Ling Ling’s grip.

The little fox girl pondered over these words.

…

186 Imperial Avenue.

A century-old antique shop encountered its most extravagant customer yet.

The shopkeeper beamed, watching the gray-haired girl lavishly spend money, buying a pile of what were clearly “junk” old items.

A true mark of a rich, spoiled young lady!

If he didn’t fleece her, he wouldn’t be living up to his reputation as a “silver-tongued devil”!

As the saying went, “No business for half a year, then a feast for half a year.” There were suckers everywhere, but a plump, juicy, and rich sucker like this was a rare find.

“Excellent eye, Miss. Everything in our shop is old, absolutely no reproductions!”

The antique shopkeeper rubbed his hands, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling like a chrysanthemum.

“Look here, and here, fragments of artifacts excavated from the ruins of the Bori Empire, which perished nearly ten thousand years ago. Look, these are genuine treasures, worthy of being passed down as family heirlooms, priceless!”

“And these… these… I’ve painstakingly collected these treasures from merchants all over the world, spending a fortune…”

The shopkeeper babbled endlessly, praising himself and his wares, planning to make a killing and then disappear.

Lena picked up a magical artifact, examined it casually, and put it back down. Turning around, she asked as if unintentionally, “Did you recently acquire a batch of stones?”

At the mention of stones, the shopkeeper’s smile froze. He scoffed, “A pile of broken stones aren’t worth much. Why don’t you take a look at my collection of treasures…”

“Show me the stones, all of them.”

Lena tossed a gold coin onto the table.

Clink, the crisp metallic sound was like the most beautiful music.

“Alright, of course you can take a look, no problem!” The shopkeeper chuckled.

He had already thoroughly checked the batch of magic crystal ore he had acquired a few days ago with a magic detector. Although a few of the magic crystals could be made into magic energy crystals and sold for a small sum, the rest were utter waste, completely worthless.

He had misjudged them when he bought them, spending a gold coin. He had been wondering how to get rid of them.

Now, a fool had delivered herself to his doorstep.

Although he didn’t understand why she wanted a batch of inferior magic crystals, as long as she was willing to buy, he was willing to sell!

Turning a sow’s ear into a silk purse depended entirely on his silver tongue.

“One hundred gold coins, and they’re all yours. How about it?”

“The quality is a bit poor.”

Lena toyed with a magic crystal. The lines on its surface were either cracked or filled with impurities. In the words of an expert, they weren’t even worth the effort to carry them away. They would be better suited as pebbles in a courtyard. So, one hundred gold coins was a blatant rip-off; the shopkeeper clearly didn’t respect her.

“Give me a discount.” Lena put down the magic crystal, feigning the reluctance of a novice bargain hunter who had stumbled upon a potential treasure.

“Ninety-eight coins, I can’t go any lower. Consider it making a friend!”

The old fox shopkeeper was a master of acting.

Few in this business weren’t actors. He immediately “reluctantly parted” with the sack of magic crystals, pushing it forward.

“A little less…”

“Ninety-five.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Ninety! Ninety! I really can’t go any lower!”

The shopkeeper was sweating anxiously.

How could he let the meat slip from his grasp? It would be a laughingstock among his peers.

He thought to himself, as long as it wasn’t less than fifty, he would sell!

Little did he know, Lena sneered, “Here are four gold coins, more than enough to buy your pile of junk. You dare sell mere magic crystals at such a high price? Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you to the Imperial Street Office?”

“You can’t just round down like that!” The shopkeeper was furious, his blood rushing to his head. “Rounding down and then halving the price, how am I supposed to do business, Miss?!”

“…”

Lena remained silent, her cold gaze sweeping over the shopkeeper’s aged face.

The feeling of being targeted by a calamity-level magical beast made the shopkeeper’s legs tremble.

“Damn it! Four coins it is!”

“Thank you. Goodbye.”

Lena took out three gold coins and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door, she paused, seemingly noticing something. “This ring… how much is it?”

“Take it, take it, it’s a gift!”

The shopkeeper grumbled, collecting the three gold coins along with the previous one, stuffing them all into his pocket, then walking into the back room with a disgruntled expression. “Tsk, I’ve never met such a stingy young lady.”

“Thank you.”

Listening to the shopkeeper’s muttering, Lena’s tense face finally broke into a triumphant smile.

Buying the stones was a pretense.

Snagging a bargain was the real goal.

Some people dedicated their lives to antiques, but they still lacked a discerning eye.

The benefits of rebirth had arrived.

[The Holy Chant of the King of Narcissus]

Using a bag of magic crystals as bait, Lena’s real target was this ring.

The incomplete artifact in her hand might never meet its future owner.

Lena carefully wrapped the ring in a handkerchief, tucked it into her bosom, and quickly returned to the carriage…

Chapter 8: Physical Examination

The little fox girl’s voice trembled as she straddled Lena’s waist.

Unconsciously, their positions had shifted into a subservient yet dominant posture. However, Ling Ling, despite being in the dominant position, seemed timid, showing no intention of taking the initiative.

“Where did you get this?”

Lena unscrewed the cap, sniffed it, and frowned. “Poor quality, made with inferior herbs, even the crucial catalyst… Wait, this scent is so familiar…”

An image flashed through her mind: a complete recipe and the shadow of a hardworking little fox girl convulsing and collapsing, a heart-shaped bottle filled to the brim.

Lena drew out an “oh,” understanding dawning. No wonder Ling Ling had taken so long to bathe; she had been preparing “computer accessories.”

The little fox girl blushed.

She wouldn’t admit that this was a homemade energy potion she had concocted. She had thought Miss would be pleased and let her off the hook, but she had been seen through immediately.

How embarrassing…

“So, what are you trying to do by giving me this?”

Lena took a small sip. The taste was slightly fishy, moderately sweet and sour. If paired with Loran leaves to neutralize the fishy taste of bodily fluids, it should be quite good.

As for the effect…

Her pink lips shimmered under the light, as if coated in a layer of glossy lipstick, looking delectable.

“Miss likes to reward Ling Ling at night,” the little fox girl said, hugging her head, her fox ears curling up like a mimosa plant.

“So you deliberately did all this, hoping I’d let you off?”

Lena drank the entire energy potion in one gulp, tossing the bottle aside, her eyes burning with an increasingly intense fire. “Hoo~”

Her hot breath brushed against the little fox girl’s face.

The overwhelming surge of female hormones made the naive, inexperienced Ling Ling tremble once more.

The fox people revered strength.

Or rather, all beastkin were like this. The weak submitted to the strong, the strong submitted to the stronger. The powerful aura emanating from Lena was something Ling Ling had never experienced before. Even a few days ago, when she was punished for a minor infraction, the enraged “Lena” hadn’t been this terrifying.

Something about Miss had definitely changed.

Ling Ling speculated inwardly.

Her body obeyed its instincts, involuntarily pressing closer to Lena. It was a primal urge etched into her blood, the instinctive submission of the weak to the powerful.

If not for the barrier of gender, the little fox girl might have already offered herself, raising her tail high, ready to bear a litter of pups for Lena, continuing this bloodline.

The atmosphere became tense.

Lena embraced the petite fox girl, stroking her disproportionately large, yet silky smooth tail.

It would make a good pillow.

A high, fluffy “wall” to lie against, her nose buried in the soft, thick fur, prompting a satisfying sneeze.

“Achoo—!”

Lena couldn’t help it.

“Miss, have you caught a cold?!”

Ling Ling twitched her ears, her pointed chin drawing closer, the fine white fur unique to fox ears brushing against Lena’s cheek like cottonwood fluff.

The little fox girl expressed her concern for Lena’s health in her own way.

Just like a mother.

Ling Ling cradled Lena’s head, pressing her cheek against Lena’s forehead, feeling her temperature. Then, her strong golden tail deftly served as a blanket, gently covering Lena’s lower abdomen.

“This way, you shouldn’t be cold anymore.”

A childish voice came from above.

Lena had never slept so well…

Mother.

It seemed like she hadn’t seen her in a long time…

…

A good sleep.

Lena dreamt of the time before her rebirth, back in her mother’s arms, her family gathered around the dining table, enjoying a delicious meal…

The scene shifted, and she became the wicked young lady of the Falmouth family.

That quiet night, she barely escaped the fire, her life hitting rock bottom, reduced to a commoner.

She woke up.

Lena calmly opened her eyes.

Ling Ling was sleeping soundly, hugging her arm.

The fox tail’s insulation was excellent. They had slept like this all night, their bellies warm, gurgling like they were filled with Mona Baobao’s poisonous sea urchin wine.

“Did you sleep well? Did you dream of rats nibbling on your toes?”

Looking at the half-awake little fox girl, Lena propped herself up, asking casually.

“Miss’s bags are a bit heavy…”

Ling Ling rubbed her eyes, mumbling incoherently, “Ling Ling wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but she was pinned down by a pair of large bags, and then she fell asleep again.”

She bit her lip, staring resentfully at Lena’s ample bosom, her mental state seemingly precarious.

“So, can Ling Ling go to the bathroom now…?”

The little fox girl had been holding it in for a long time, but she didn’t go immediately.

She shifted her creamy white thighs, stood up, clutching her nightdress, waiting for Lena’s command.

What strange game was this?

Lena glanced at the enticing view beneath the little fox girl’s skirt, her lips twitching. “Of course, you can go quickly!”

Having to ask permission to pee.

She wasn’t so insane as to study the physiological structure of fox people.

“Yes, yes.”

After relieving herself, Ling Ling returned with a blissful expression, continuing to undress in front of Lena before picking up her scattered maid uniform and putting it on.

Lena hadn’t intended to watch, but the alluring scene was right before her eyes.

Look, she wasn’t taking advantage. Ling Ling was only willing to show her; could anyone else witness this?

Lena finally witnessed the unique way fox people dressed.

Lifting her skirt, hugging her large tail, she pulled it through the zipper at the back. The huge tail spread out like an umbrella, easily blocking Lena’s inquisitive gaze.

So, there was a hole in the maid’s skirt for the tail to go through…

Lena had always assumed the tail came out from under the skirt. “Eh, what about panties? Do they have a hole too?”

“Ling Ling’s tail grows from the end of her tailbone. For undergarments, Ling Ling wears a smaller size…” Ling Ling lifted her skirt, revealing thin, translucent white stockings and extra-small tie-side panties, the slight bulge of her mound and the hint of a crevice faintly visible, incredibly eye-catching.

But that wasn’t the main attraction Ling Ling wanted to show.

“Please look, Miss.”

Her tail connected seamlessly to her back, just above her pelvis, looking perfectly natural.

“If there’s only one tail, it doesn’t interfere with daily life for the time being.”

“Can you grow more tails?”

Lena grasped the key point, her eyes shining.

“Yes,” Ling Ling nodded. “Mother said that as my professional rank increases, I’ll grow a new tail with each rank, up to nine.”

Corresponding exactly to the highest rank of nine.

But even one tail was difficult to manage. With several more, Lena couldn’t help but worry whether the little fox girl’s slender body would be crushed by her “true form.”

“Before I left the valley for training, Ling Ling often saw seniors with nine tails. They were very kind and always gave Ling Ling a lot of food for the winter.”

Ling Ling wanted to reassure Lena that nine tails were common.

However, what Lena wanted to ask was…

“What valley are you talking about?”

Chapter 7: The Artemisia List

Memories flashed like a revolving lantern, stopping on the day of the Falmouth family’s downfall.

The Falmouth family, known as the “Hand of the Empire,” was impeached by the imperial family for treason.

That night, flames lit up the sky, countless dazzling spells blooming like fireworks above the Falmouth family’s territory.

Screams, the clash of weapons, wails… echoed throughout the streets, throughout the imperial city.

The fire burned for six days and five nights.

During that time, greedy citizens rushed into the flames to loot and plunder, and the imperial soldiers tacitly allowed it. Perhaps they also wanted to take advantage of the fire to line their own pockets, but due to their status as soldiers and the Empress’s order not to touch anything belonging to the Falmouth family, not even a single inch of land or a brick…

They were afraid of losing their jobs, so they could only watch as the crowds emptied the Falmouth estate…

Until a sudden downpour extinguished the fire.

Revealing crumbling walls, charred corpses, and a devastated land…

Lena witnessed both destruction and rebirth.

Her home was gone, but like a whale fall nourishing new life, the Falmouth family’s assets were devoured by greedy nobles and commoners.

“Everyone will pay the price.”

Lena sat on the carved balcony at the top of the Gothic spire, gazing out.

The night sky was beautiful, the moon full.

A scene of peace and prosperity.

But who knew that this glamorous First Empire had already been gnawed to pieces by countless parasites.

It was all a facade…

The hero’s appearance couldn’t resolve the empire’s crisis.

There was still famine, plague, riots, civil war, foreign enemies… waiting for the aging empire to collapse…

Just like the whale fall, the Falmouth family was killed by the empire, not the hero.

The hero only indirectly contributed to the Falmouths’ demise, like a deadly firearm used by someone with ulterior motives, aimed precisely where they wanted, then smugly believing they had only killed the bad guys.

“Look, I’m the hero.”

“A hero should save the world, right? All villains meet a bad end, even those who turn over a new leaf, they still pose a threat to the world.”

Lena mimicked the hero’s tone, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sometimes laughing maniacally, sometimes sobbing, tears streaming down her face.

She hated everything about the hero equally.

And the empire beneath her feet.

That unworthy First Empire.

Trash, weak and fragile.

Ready to crumble with a single stomp.

…

While waiting for Ling Ling to finish her bath, Lena thought a lot.

There were less than three months until the hero transferred to the Saint Lorenzo Magic Academy. During this time, she had to clear the obstacles in advance and find a way to establish herself within the academy.

Although she was already famous, it was mostly for her notoriety. Others weren’t afraid of her, they were afraid of the Falmouth family behind her.

Besides, she would eventually tire of the stigma constantly hanging over her head.

What Lena wanted was to be admired and adored like Angel, or feared and dreaded like the Dean of the Necromancy Department, the old hag Witch.

There were many benefits to doing so.

Avoiding idiotic harassment was one.

Harvesting the beautiful girls around the hero was another.

Showing the imperial family that the Falmouth family had another genius-level mage, achieving the goal of shaking the tiger in the mountains, was a third.

As for the fourth…

When the hero learned of such a powerful and renowned senior, he would definitely come to visit and spar. At that time, if she held all the women who originally belonged to him in her hands, she would have leverage and confidence in front of the hero.

Just imagining having several beauties while the hero could only stand there awkwardly watching her, she…

“Hahahaha.”

Lena leaned against the bed, slapping her thigh, unable to contain her laughter.

This was what a villain should be like!

She had been too cowardly in her past life, not daring to do anything, only focusing on flattering the hero. In the end, she was still caught off guard, stabbed in the back by the empire, drenched in dirty water that couldn’t be washed clean, her and her family’s reputation ruined.

Therefore, the hero wasn’t scary.

Death was just death.

She had already died once.

This time, she had to enjoy herself before dying, right?

Go all out! Just go all out!

But before openly revealing her intentions, she had to be more subtle.

“The hero’s fiancée…hmm, his childhood sweetheart, if I remember correctly, she’s Angel’s older sister, right? The sisters don’t get along very well…”

Lena flipped through the list of potential targets, stacks of information, mostly about important figures who had risen to prominence in her past life.

The hero’s sister-in-law was already under her control.

She could set her sights further.

For example, the hero’s childhood sweetheart and fiancée—Angel’s older sister, Vanessa Cavendish.

And the Empress, who reigned supreme over the empire.

Half of the suffering in her past life was caused by that damned old woman!

The most threatening individuals always appeared last.

The Flower of the Empire, the Imperial Princess, who secretly plotted to usurp the throne. She had immense power and influence, and the Eye of the Empire intelligence agency was her personal creation. After the devastating foreign war, she was the one who initiated the civil war, the one who made the first move.

The next one was even more significant.

General Euphemia, commander of the Northern Expeditionary Army stationed in the snowy lands of Ilalaba.

Her power was comparable to the current Empress. She commanded millions of Northern Expeditionary soldiers, each one brave and skilled in battle, capable of fighting ten enemies at once. The pampered imperial soldiers were no match for the Northern Expeditionary veterans who lived in extremely harsh environments. If she could establish contact with General Euphemia, it would be ideal.

Oh, she almost forgot about the most unreliable Demon King!

He had never appeared, and she didn’t know where he was.

If the Demon King hadn’t been born, the hero would be invincible.

In short, sooner or later, the hero would grow to a point where people looked up to him. This was the will of the world, the mission of the Child of Destiny, an undeniable fact.

“So, can I find the Demon King and let him deal with the hero?”

If she joined the Demon King’s side, could she avoid the fate of death?

Lena shook her head, quickly suppressing the thought of survival.

She turned to look at the little fox girl who was still dawdling in the bathroom. She had been washing for almost an hour, wasn’t she afraid of scrubbing her skin raw?

Splash—

The bathroom door opened.

The petite fox girl, dressed in a black silk slip dress, walked out shyly, padding softly on all fours to Lena’s lap. Her golden eyes, still misty from the bath, looked up at Lena as she murmured, “Can we start now, Miss…?”

She looked as if she was about to cry.

It was hard to imagine what she was feeling.

“Where’s my medicine?” Lena turned and rummaged through the drawers. She had just applied it this morning…

“Miss.”

Ling Ling produced a prepared potion, but the bottle was heart-shaped, and the pink liquid inside was thick and viscous.

“Please…please use it on Ling Ling’s body.”

Chapter 6: Profession

The power system of this world was easy to understand.

Profession, Rank, and Spells.

These three formed a closed loop.

What was a profession?

It was like a soul imprint, something everyone was born with and carried throughout their life, providing varying degrees of bonuses in related fields.

Professions usually appeared as marks or patterns on different parts of the body, varying from person to person.

Farmers, blacksmiths, merchants, nobles… these formed the initial professional classes of this world, called “Cornerstones.” Cornerstones generally didn’t have specific professional marks, and no one bothered to check their professions.

However, professions like Swordsman, Priest, Mage, Dragon Knight, Formation Master, Alchemist, etc., had identifying patterns related to their professions, mostly similar, depicting weapons or creatures.

For example, Lena had a black skeletal finger joint tattooed on the back of her left shoulder blade.

This was a traditional symbol for Necromancers, signifying their constant interaction with the dead, skeletons and stitched creatures, death and resurrection.

Back to the topic.

Due to the unique nature of the Knight profession, its owner could designate and bind with a Master, forming a guardian relationship. Regardless of the Knight’s location, they could teleport to their Master’s side at any time to protect them.

This characteristic had allowed Lena to escape danger many times when persecuted by imperial soldiers in her past life.

It could be said that without Ling Ling, Lena would have died long ago, and there would be no “Grey Robe.”

Lena wasn’t sure what Ling Ling’s profession was before she changed classes, nor had she ever heard Ling Ling mention it. So, she decided to find the answer herself…

“Miss! Please don’t take off Ling Ling’s socks! They’re dirty, please don’t keep staring there, wuu…”

“A rare Dancer, what a find.”

Lena slowly lifted Ling Ling’s delicate foot. As the stocking slid down, a pattern gradually appeared on the smooth arch of her foot.

A ballet pointe shoe.

“Small and quite cute…”

Lena put down Ling Ling’s white stocking-clad foot, carefully pulling the stocking back on.

She maintained a half-squatting position throughout, completely unaware of how anxious her actions made the little fox girl feel due to their difference in status.

“Since it’s an extremely rare support profession, we must find a music-related teacher,” Lena mused, stroking her chin.

Although she didn’t understand the specifics of professions, Ling Ling was terrified upon seeing Miss wanting to spend money on her. Her small hands shook even more vigorously than her tail during mealtimes. “No need, no need! Ling Ling isn’t worthy of Miss doing this! Ling Ling… only wants to be Miss’s maid, to repay Miss’s kindness, that’s all.”

She shook her head as she stood up, half-pushing, half-pulling Lena back onto the chair, then knelt down and kissed Lena’s shoe.

“So please don’t waste money on Ling Ling. Ling Ling is already very happy to be by Miss’s side…”

The little fox girl feared this was her last meal. Once she agreed…

However, Lena’s decisions were never reversed.

…

Good steel must be used on the blade.

Support, regardless of time and place, was always the core of a team. She had to focus on cultivating this and couldn’t let it go to waste under her nose.

Lena had suffered too much in her past life.

She would never let Ling Ling suffer the same fate.

A Knight?

That self-sacrificing profession could go to hell!

The randomness of professions meant that a person’s worth was entirely up to fate, and subsequent cultivation also required talent and effort.

No one could remain at the peak forever. Those climbing the mountain were also striving for the summit. Some were born at a high altitude, but if they didn’t strive to improve themselves, they would eventually be pushed down by the flood of climbers, becoming one of the countless skeletons at the foot of the mountain…

The laws of this world were that cruel.

“No one will bully you anymore, I told you that.”

Lena reassured her again.

She stared intently into Ling Ling’s eyes, trying to see through the innocent gaze and understand what the little fox girl was thinking.

However, Ling Ling still didn’t dare to meet her gaze, twisting her fingers slightly and lowering her eyes. It seemed that from the very beginning, Ling Ling had placed herself in an extremely low position, as if it were only natural.

Lena cleared her throat and said solemnly, “Listen, I was wrong about what happened before. I won’t bully you anymore, understand?”

“Un…Understood…”

Ling Ling nodded vigorously.

Still so timid.

Or perhaps, the shadow cast by the original Lena was too deep.

Wound after wound, salted.

The already festering wounds struggled to heal, bleeding profusely…

“Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

Lena didn’t force Ling Ling to agree. There was plenty of time, but at least she had made her stance clear. As for reconciliation…

Let time be the witness.

“If Miss has nothing else, Ling Ling will go back to work,” the little fox girl said softly.

“Mm, watch your step, don’t trip again.”

Lena habitually patted her head.

There was no resistance.

The three most welcomed gestures for fox people: head pats, chin scratches, and ear rubs. Any one of these could easily win the favor of a naive little fox girl.

Lena naturally did so, and even wanted to cultivate it into a good habit, once in the morning, at noon, and at night.

“Purr…”

Ling Ling narrowed her eyes, her soft golden hair rubbing against Lena’s white wrist. The little fox girl couldn’t help but succumb, even wanting to enjoy it a little longer.

“Ling Ling crossed the line!”

Suddenly, like a startled fox, she quickly scurried away, her small hands gripping the doorframe as she peeked back into the study.

Her furtive appearance made one want to hug and pamper her.

“Miss, please stop patting Ling Ling’s head!” The little fox girl tried to communicate.

“Why?” Lena asked with a smile, lazily reclining back on the chaise lounge, her legs crossed, one hand behind her head, exuding a seductive charm.

Ling Ling was mesmerized.

She felt that something about Miss had changed, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She could only stammer, “Because… because Ling Ling doesn’t know what kind of expression to make to please Miss…”

“If you’re unsure, try listening to your heart.”

Lena offered an option.

A multiple-choice question with only one answer.

Given Ling Ling’s innocent nature, she would never refuse her, especially since Ling Ling had nowhere else to go.

“Ling Ling can try…”

Ling Ling replied obediently.

She just hoped Miss wasn’t lying to her.

She had heard rumors of perverse nobles who would buy low-born slave girls, showering them with hope, good food, and comfortable living, and then, when the girls became completely dependent and fell in love with them, they would shatter their dreams.

Lena’s previous behavior was very similar to those perverse nobles in the rumors…

So, the little fox girl hugged her tail and began to tremble.

Her large tail passed between her legs, shielding her small face. “Does Miss have any other instructions…?”

“Come to my room after your bath tonight.”

A light voice drifted from the chaise lounge.

Ling Ling’s face paled upon hearing this, forcing a smile as she agreed.

“And then…”

“Oh, right, why not just bathe in my room? It’ll save time. Make sure you wash thoroughly.” Lena wasn’t intentionally trying to scare her, but in this situation, coupled with her words, the little fox girl, who had suffered before, felt utterly hopeless and walked away as if she had lost her soul.

Miss’s kindness was all an act.

There was no change of heart, just a fleeting dream, a dying person’s fantasy.

Unaware that she had hurt Ling Ling’s feelings, Lena lay comfortably on the chaise lounge, plotting her revenge plan…

Chapter 5: Look at Yours

A large bag full of accessories.

Cat ear hair clips, cat tails…

Hmm, aside from a few exceptions, they were mostly quite cute…

Angel’s face flushed slightly. She wanted to look but didn’t dare.

Adolescent boys and girls always had an irrepressible curiosity and impulse towards such things, but Angel felt a little embarrassed, hesitant to show it directly in front of Lena.

So, did Lena want her to change into those thin, almost transparent clothes now?

Eek! What a pervert!!

She was definitely after her body!!!

“Take them home if you like them.”

Lena was sleepy, lying down on the chaise lounge to rest.

“I don’t like them!” The little nun’s CPU continued to overheat, her cheeks puffing out.

Unconsciously, the distance between her and Lena had closed somewhat.

And upon closer inspection, she realized that this gray-haired necromancer was incredibly beautiful.

Curves in all the right places, her chest rising and falling with each breath like a tyrannical slave master, constantly pressing against her slender frame, making one want to step forward and gently support it with their hands.

Most striking were her snowy white legs, jade-like and flawless, like a refined landscape painting. The arches of her feet were as delicate as crescent moons, her full toes crystal clear, with pinkish-white nails embedded like gems.

Even without any embellishment, they still attracted Angel’s gaze like magnets.

She had to admit, Lena was truly beautiful…

Angel considered herself attractive, her fans drawn to her face, but after seeing Lena, her usual self-confidence wavered, replaced by a hint of self-doubt.

Why was someone so beautiful, yet so cruel and vicious?

“Finished looking?” Lena’s eyelids drooped, a smile playing on her red lips. Her slender fingers twirled a strand of gray hair, her expression languid and sleepy. “A mere kitten, daring to look directly into your master’s eyes, how bold…”

“Looking won’t make me lose any flesh,” Angel mumbled defensively.

“Sigh, I’ll let you off the hook today…”

Lena was truly exhausted. She needed time to digest the information she had just obtained from analyzing the spell and to recover her magic power.

“I’m going to sleep for a bit. Don’t wake me up…”

With that, the gray-haired beauty on the chaise lounge closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

“Is she really asleep?”

Angel didn’t immediately try to escape. Instead, she hesitantly approached Lena and crouched down beside her.

A strand of her pink and blue hair, like a soft feather pen, tickled Lena’s ear. Angel then extended a finger, carefully poking the exposed flesh of Lena’s thigh, as if in retaliation for Lena deliberately tearing her stockings.

“You didn’t violently ‘devour’ me, and I won’t take advantage of you while you’re vulnerable, so we’re even.”

…

Angel spoke to the little fox girl Ling Ling, who was waiting at the study door.

Together, they carefully carried a blanket over and gently draped it over the exhausted Lena without making a sound. Angel then left the Falmouth estate with her attendants.

Although there had been a slight mishap, Little White had received timely treatment in the end, making the trip worthwhile.

However, her stockings, which had been intact upon arrival, were now torn and tattered. The strange looks from her attendants made Angel feel a little gloomy.

Nothing had happened between her and Lena!

Did these foolish people think she had been devoured by that human bulldozer?!

She wanted to explain.

But the more she explained, the messier it would become. She simply turned her head away, choosing to ignore them. “What are you looking at? Keep your mouths shut when we get back!”

The little nun angrily waved her small pink fists.

She made up her mind, starting tomorrow!

Ah, she had a fan handshake event tomorrow…

Then the day after tomorrow! Starting the day after tomorrow!

She would diligently catch up on her magic studies, striving to become a Saintess, and make Lena look at her with new eyes!

But why “look at her with new eyes” and not “bide her time and avenge herself one day”?

Because once a contract was signed, its contents couldn’t be violated. She had become Lena’s kitten and couldn’t harbor any murderous intent towards her master, not even a single thought of rebellion.

However, paying a small price in exchange for Little White’s health, Angel figured this exchange wasn’t too bad a deal.

After all, her chastity was still intact, and Lena hadn’t done anything outrageously beastly. So, Lena should be trustworthy…right?

Sitting in the luxurious magic carriage, gazing at the gradually shrinking Gothic spire of the Falmouth estate, the girl softly murmured, “Lena Falmouth, as long as you don’t provoke her, she’s quite reasonable…”

Probably.

…

Lena woke up at dusk.

Feeling the surge of immense magic power within her, she froze. “Is it still there? The demonic power from my past life…”

While treating Little White, she had noticed something different about her body. After sleeping, this feeling became clearer and stronger.

The demonic power she had obtained by selling her soul in her past life had unexpectedly been reborn with her?!

Lena was overjoyed.

This was excellent news. With the demonic power as a backup, she had enough magic to support the use of various necromantic spells.

Her current strength was only at the fourth rank, severely lacking in self-preservation abilities. Now, with the demonic power integrated into her magic, her magic recovery speed and spell intensity were accelerated. Even her beloved ‘Domain’ could be deployed to cover the entire imperial city.

With a single thought, bones would rise, and a city would become a necropolis.

‘Domain’ was the battlefield ultimate weapon she had created in her past life.

Infinitely converting corpses into skeletal soldiers, their strength equivalent to the deceased’s rank during their lifetime. Even if one fell, two would rise, endless and relentless…

With this means of self-preservation, what schemes and plots could she possibly fear?

She could simply crush them, bypassing the most difficult developmental period and easily surviving for another ten years!

Lena slapped her thigh, repeatedly checking this power, her mood elated.

“Miss, you’re awake?”

Hearing the noise, the golden-haired fox girl poked her head in, quickly running towards Lena and tripping, falling into her arms.

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“So clumsy.” Lena helped her up, looking at her with exasperation. “Is everyone gone?”

“The Cavendish family has returned. Angel said she’ll see you at the academy tomorrow morning…”

Ling Ling sat timidly on Lena’s lap, motionless. Just as she was about to escape, a pair of cool hands suddenly wrapped around her sensitive waist.

“Eek!” Ling Ling couldn’t bear the tingling sensation, letting out a soft whimper. “It tickles…”

At the same time, her large tail fanned out like a peacock’s, each soft hair standing on end in reflex.

“What’s Ling Ling’s current profession?”

Lena buried her face in the fluffy fox tail, asking curiously.

“Profession?” Ling Ling tilted her head in confusion. “Isn’t Ling Ling’s profession Miss’s maid?”

“No, not that.”

Lena reached her hand under the hem of Ling Ling’s maid skirt, as if to witness it with her own eyes.

The scene of Ling Ling being forced to change her profession to a knight because of her in the past life was still vivid in her memory…

Chapter 4: Be My Kitten

Angel’s father had a poor reputation in high society, known as a stubborn and harsh man.

He projected his unfulfilled youthful ambitions onto his daughter, attempting to use endless psychological manipulation to gain bragging rights among his drinking buddies.

Especially after learning about his daughter’s involvement in idol activities, he publicly disowned her.

Therefore, Angel rarely went home, usually residing in the academy dormitory or the monastery.

As for her father, Angel always avoided mentioning him. She was terrified of the rigid man who constantly found fault with her.

“Why are you crying?” Lena frowned in disgust. “Shut up.”

Angel couldn’t stop crying, tears streaming down her pure and lovely cheeks like an endless flow. “Waaah…hic!…Waaah, hic!”

She even started hiccuping. Was she really just a little kid who hadn’t grown up yet?!

Lena clicked her tongue. “Annoying.”

Angel quieted down, her wails turning into soft sobs.

She clutched the white dragon cub anxiously, as pitiful as the little fox girl hugging her fluffy tail when they first met.

She could be so endearing, yet she insisted on putting up that arrogant facade.

The young Saintess was quite interesting…

“Look at you, crying for no reason. I was just joking with you. I didn’t say I wouldn’t treat it.”

Lena lifted both the girl and the dragon, effortlessly, as if they weighed nothing. Beneath the large nun’s habit, the girl’s frame was truly small and thin, malnourished as if she had never eaten a full meal.

“I’m going to be r*ped by my senior…” Angel whimpered pathetically.

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

“And then be threatened with r*pe and murder by my senior, waaaah…”

Angel’s eyes were red-rimmed, and Little White poked its head out to lick the tears from the corners of her eyes, a truly pitiful scene of shared misfortune.

“Who’s your senior? I don’t have such a cowardly junior. Don’t associate yourself with me.” Lena put Angel down, offering her own chair.

“I can save the dragon, but on one condition.”

She raised a finger, placing it on Angel’s pink lips.

“I’ll agree to any condition, just please save Little White. It’s the last birthday present my mother gave me. I really, truly can’t lose it.”

Angel was desperate to hold onto the memory, willing to do anything.

“Alright.” Seeing the smooth progress, Lena readily agreed, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. “The condition is…”

“Be my dog. The duration… until I get tired of you.”

…

“I won’t interfere with your life outside, but once you enter this house, my territory, or when we’re alone, everything about you, both body and mind, must submit to me. From now on, Angel Cavendish is Lena Falmouth’s pet dog.”

Lena calmly recited the contents of the contract, pressing her handprint onto it, then turning the contract to face Angel.

Contracts were binding laws in this world. Once established, they couldn’t be broken. Therefore, one had to carefully review the terms before signing.

“Um…” Angel raised her hand timidly.

Lena raised an eyebrow in displeasure. “Do you have something to bargain for?”

“Could I be a kitten? I don’t like dogs…” Angel had been chased by a dog as a child and had developed a phobia.

“…”

That worked too. The girl was quite agreeable.

Lena actually preferred cats as well. However, the relationship between a dog and its owner was more of a master-servant dynamic, whereas with a cat and its owner, in a sense, it was the owner who served the cat…

Lena agreed to Angel’s request and began treating Little White’s injuries.

Due to the delay, Little White’s condition wasn’t optimistic. It was a miracle it had survived this long.

“Is it really that tricky?” Angel asked worriedly, having pressed her handprint and now standing quietly beside Lena, her gaze fixed on the dragon. “Little White started becoming weaker a week ago, refusing even its favorite red dragon fruit. At first, I thought it was the heat and loss of appetite, but then I discovered the rotting wound under its wing and realized the severity of the problem.”

“After discovering the problem, I searched high and low throughout the empire, but there are so few people who understand necromancy. Besides the elusive Professor Witch, there’s only you.”

“You must save it, we agreed…”

Angel bit her lip, pleading pitifully.

Lena didn’t look up, ignoring the little nun’s rambling. “Be quiet. I’ve never seen this kind of necromantic spell before. I need some time to analyze it.”

“You can’t lie to me…”

“Heh, little nun, what if I do lie to you? You signed the contract, you’re already my kitten. Even if I don’t save your dragon, you’re still mine.” Lena raised her hand to construct a necromantic spell, not forgetting to mock Angel’s foolishness.

The little nun bit her lip in frustration, but there was nothing she could do.

That damned gray-haired woman!

With such long hair, it looked like she was wearing a large robe, so ugly!

Angel could only curse inwardly…

“Phew~” Lena let out a long sigh.

“Did it work?” Angel leaned closer. Little White’s complexion had visibly improved, but residual necromantic energy lingered.

“So worried about your pet, why not worry about your master first, kitten?”

Lena’s face was pale, having expended a considerable amount of magic power, but she had finally succeeded in analyzing the spell.

However, this little nun had forgotten the contents of the contract right after signing it, showing no regard for her master.

“Alright, alright, you’re very skilled too.”

“Hmm?” Lena smiled ominously. “What should you call me?”

Angel panicked and immediately corrected herself: “Mas…Master! My master is the best, best, best! ❤suki❤~”

She sweetly made a heart shape over her chest, her pure smile radiating youthful vibrancy, as if capable of melting any cold, male heart.

Angel dealt with Lena as she would with an enthusiastic fan.

Fortunately, her acting was good, and she didn’t reveal any flaws.

“Hmph.”

Lena symbolically ruffled Angel’s hair, her calm gray eyes staring into the girl’s dazzling pink eyes for a long moment. “Don’t call me the wrong thing again.”

Her patience was limited.

A disobedient kitten would be abandoned by its owner.

“Thank you…Master.”

Angel covered her head where Lena had touched it with both hands, lost in thought.

It felt like it was on fire, tingling and itchy, her cheeks flushed, and the base of her ears burning hot. She didn’t know why.

There were many unsolved mysteries in the world.

Just like Angel couldn’t understand why Lena wanted a kitten like her.

Because of loneliness?

Because of desire?

Because as a fan, she wanted to possess everything about her idol?

No, no, no!

That was absolutely impossible!

There was no way Lena could be her fan, and this kind of offline stalking of an idol was clearly wrong!

Then why…?

Lena witnessed Angel’s fleeting confusion, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tossed a bag towards her. “Try this on.”

“What is this?”

Chapter 3: The Nun Who is Also an Idol

Angel froze, gritting her teeth and spitting out, “Pervert!”

Even the most foolish person would realize something was amiss. However, the instigator simply twirled a strand of her ash-gray hair, appraising Angel with the discerning eye of someone picking out pork at a market.

Angel took several steps back, goosebumps erupting all over her body, her face ashen as if she had swallowed a fly.

“What are you trying to do?! If you dare touch a single hair on my head, you… you… you’ll definitely regret it!”

Her finger pointed directly at Lena’s nose, barely a centimeter away.

“The desperate cries before despair are truly captivating, but I believe you’re far from that point. You can do better, trust me.”

Lena didn’t answer directly. Her jade-like finger traced the tabletop as she walked towards Angel, a smile playing on her lips.

With a forceful tug, the hem of the solemn black nun’s habit was pulled open. Cool fingers brushed against Angel’s trembling legs in their white stockings, moving upwards, eliciting a violent tremor like a volcano about to erupt.

Thin as a second skin, the high-quality, form-fitting seamless pantyhose felt soft and smooth against her skin. Paired with the austere black nun’s habit, it created a sense of forbidden transgression, utterly irresistible.

“Almost there, my poor little nun. The despair in your heart isn’t enough to satisfy me. Can you give me a little more?”

Lena’s eyes gleamed with a crazed light.

Angel finally noticed the other woman’s eyes, shrouded in a gray mist, like a soul-snatching ghost crawled out from the underworld, cold and terrifying.

There was no time for fear.

The teasing hand on her thigh was exploring further, tearing through the confinement of the white stockings. The delicate sound of ripping fabric was like the most captivating melody in the world…

Angel pressed her hands against Lena’s chest, sinking into the soft flesh, her mouth not staying idle: “Pervert! You pervert! Get your filthy hands off me! Don’t force me to use holy magic, the bane of necromancy!”

“You won’t,” Lena chuckled disdainfully, two fingers sliding into the gap between the stocking and Angel’s leg, relishing the sensation of being enveloped by the warm, soft flesh. “You can’t defeat me. Even if you use holy magic against me, your magic power can’t sustain the spell. Wait until you become a Saintess and learn the Holy Fire before you consider defeating me…”

…

Angel’s eyes welled up with tears.

She truly couldn’t.

Having been placed with high expectations by her family since childhood, she was the obedient daughter in front of her elders, the good student in the eyes of her teachers.

However, as time passed, she craved the admiration and adoration of those around her. She wanted more recognition, so she secretly joined the monastery behind her family’s back, vying for the position of Saintess.

With her pure and elegant beauty, she easily gained a large number of devoted fans.

Leveraging her family’s influence, she crafted a persona of a sweet, innocent, and charming idol. Her fan base grew, and her fame and status rose, until she became the empire’s most sought-after independent idol.

But everything had its pros and cons. While she shone brightly on her path as an idol, her academic performance plummeted. This directly resulted in her, a second-rank priest, being unable to cast even a single second-rank holy spell, relying solely on magic scrolls.

Therefore, facing Lena, a fourth-rank necromancer, Angel had no chance of winning.

For the first time, she regretted not studying hard…

If she could use magic, if she hadn’t been foolish enough to lock the door herself, she wouldn’t be in such a passive position.

If she could escape from this demon’s clutches, she would definitely work hard to improve herself. However, all this realization came too late.

The little nun’s eyes lost their sparkle. Enduring the shame, she allowed Lena to grope her stocking-clad legs.

“Don’t give up hope so quickly,” Lena whispered in her ear, her breath warm against her skin. “In the future, you’ll be the renowned Saintess, an indispensable pillar of the hero’s party. Why resign yourself to fate after just a small setback… Come on, pull yourself together~”

Angel only took Lena’s words as the villain’s mocking taunt. “Do what you want with me, as long as you save Little White, I’ll do anything.”

“So touching, I’m almost in tears.”

Such self-sacrifice, such willing devotion.

Had the Saintess’s brain been kicked by a donkey?!

Lena inwardly scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Forget it, forget it. I won’t save it. Take your pet and go back.”

She lifted her hand and dispelled the confinement magic on the door.

“No!” Angel hugged the white dragon, refusing to leave, tears glistening in her eyes. “You promised to save Little White. You have to keep your word!”

What absurd logic.

Telling a villain to be a person of their word?

Lena scoffed. “Well, I don’t want to save it now. What can you do?”

“Then when will you want to save it?” Angel sat down with a thud, stubbornly refusing to budge.

“You child…”

She hadn’t been so persistent when she roasted Lena with Holy Fire in the past life. Now she was turning the tables…

“Although your body is tempting, I have no desire to pluck unripe fruit.” Lena’s words pointedly referred to Angel’s undeveloped figure. Two flat pancakes, even holding her nose to take a bite would be tasteless and pointless.

Degrade first, then negotiate.

Lena wasn’t in a hurry. She had plenty of time. The only ones in a hurry were the dying white dragon cub and the little nun sobbing helplessly on the floor.

Ugh, how utterly wicked, a thousand times more vicious than the Snow Queen!

But this was exactly the feeling Lena wanted.

She had always wanted to see the revered Saintess looking distraught, forced to make a life-altering choice between enduring suffering and sacrificing herself.

She should be able to see it soon…

Lena approached, twirling Angel’s pink hair around her finger. The little nun’s ears instantly turned red. “It’s called Little White, right? Well-fed, nice and plump.”

“What are you trying to do?!” Angel asked warily. “I won’t give Little White to a villain like you! I have a letter from your dean, and the treatment has been approved by her!”

“Growl!” Little White struggled to raise its head, letting out a weak growl at Lena.

The little thing was quite protective of its owner…

When would that annoying pure white dragon finally die?!

Lena grumbled inwardly as she hooked Angel’s smooth chin with her finger, looking down at her. “Trespassing, forging the dean’s seal, I have ample reason to sue you and your family in the Imperial Court, and invite the old hag and your father for a confrontation.”

“You… you’re lying! It’s clearly written in black and white…!” Angel’s eyes darted around, her voice no longer haughty.

Such a reaction couldn’t escape Lena’s sharp eyes.

Lena shifted her body, pinning Angel against the wall with one hand, her tone cooling. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Using such a clumsy illusion to deceive a fourth-rank necromancer, you underestimate me.”

Snatching the letter, Lena tossed it into the trash without a glance.

“I didn’t… I really didn’t…”

With her last shred of dignity stripped away by Lena, Angel finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably on the floor.

All her idol pride was gone.

Angel was, after all, still a naive young girl. She was terrified that Lena would actually file a lawsuit, ruining her reputation and the idol persona she had painstakingly cultivated.

She would have to return to that lonely, isolated life at the academy…

Angel didn’t want that.

Rather than waiting passively, it was better to reach an agreement with the devil in front of her. After all, Lena had said she was too young and wouldn’t touch her for now…

“I… I can agree to your terms… I’ll agree to anything, please don’t tell my father…”

Chapter 2: The Lamb Walks into the Tiger’s Den

Ling Ling rubbed her nose, standing on tiptoe so her master’s hand could rest comfortably on her head. She said softly, “The second Miss of the Cavendish family has important matters to discuss with you. Seeing that Miss was taking a nap, Ling Ling asked them to come back later.”

Naptime was a precious rest period for the maids.

Even the diligent Ling Ling would stop her busy work, curl up her golden tail, and nap on the sofa.

So, she had played a little trick.

Using Lena’s name to send the Cavendish family away, and at the same time, earning some brownie points with Miss, while enjoying a good nap.

Three birds with one stone!

“Hehe.” Lena didn’t expose her, only finding the resourceful little fox girl quite adorable.

This was how it should be, having her own thoughts, not becoming a walking corpse controlled by fate.

Unlike herself in the previous life…

“Let’s go,” Lena stroked Ling Ling’s ear.

Ling Ling immediately tensed up: “Where to?”

The first target for revenge had appeared.

Lena’s lips curled into a smile. “To meet the hero’s sister-in-law, the future Saintess of the Holy Inquisition, Angel Cavendish.”

…

In the late afternoon, a group of people arrived at the gates of the Falmouth family estate.

Looking at Miss Saintess Candidate hurrying towards the house from the floor-to-ceiling window, Lena revealed a cruel smile.

She couldn’t wait to savor the taste of fear.

Ling Ling, standing beside her, twitched her tail, a bad premonition rising within her.

“They’re here, Miss.”

“I know. Let them wait. There’s no rush…” Lena entered the study unhurriedly, her light voice drifting out from the crack in the door. “One must show sincerity when asking for help. Such rudeness and recklessness hardly befit a Saintess Candidate… As her senior, I’m not a devil. I’ll open the door to welcome the guests when the time is right. No rush, let’s play with her for a bit.”

Lena knew what was going on.

According to the original plot, Angel would come seeking medical help for her dying pure white dragon cub, only to be humiliated and driven away by the original Lena, planting the seeds of revenge and fueling her ambition.

If she remembered correctly, this was a crucial turning point in Angel’s life.

Angel was quite influential. Not only did she have a sweet singing voice, but her beauty was also pure and stunning. She consistently ranked among the top three in the empire’s beauty rankings and later served as the priest in the hero’s party, a versatile support with exceptional healing abilities.

It was because the original Lena offended this famous Saintess Candidate that the subsequent butterfly effect occurred.

It was also Angel, after becoming the Saintess of the Holy Inquisition, who inflicted endless pain and torment upon her.

Lena pressed her hand against her heart, seemingly recalling the terrifying power of the Holy Fire from her past life.

“If I can win over Angel in her youth, it’s equivalent to directly removing a major fighting force from the hero’s party…”

Since she wanted revenge on the hero, why not start with those close to him?

Hmm, it seemed the beautiful girls surrounding the hero were all top-notch delicacies.

And that damned pure white dragon, after ascending to the eighth rank, its holy attribute almost devastated her skeletal sea. Several seventh-rank bone dragons she sent were no match for it.

The thought of such immense power soon being at her disposal excited Lena.

What could be more enjoyable than NTR?

“It should be about time.”

Lena adjusted her appearance and opened the study door. The Saintess Candidate, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately rushed in, holding a sickly white dragon cub in her arms.

“Please save Little White, I beg you!”

Her beautiful face was streaked with tears, her pink hair, interwoven with light blue highlights, cascading down to her knees, giving her an indescribable air of liveliness.

Angel was weeping profusely.

Hearing that the academy’s top necromancer lived in this mansion, she had come specifically to visit, hoping that this mage with long gray hair could save her pet.

She hadn’t expected to be given the cold shoulder upon arriving at the Falmouth estate.

A golden fox girl, appearing from who knows where, had blocked their path and made them wait patiently outside the study.

Who gave her the authority and courage?

Speaking of Lena Falmouth…

This prodigious talent, who consistently topped the academy’s necromancy department, had passed the academy’s assessment and advanced to the fourth-rank mage at the young age of sixteen. Even the dean of the branch academy had to show her some respect.

Her only flaw was perhaps her notorious and unconventional sexual orientation.

That’s right.

Lena Falmouth, female, preferred females, and her greatest pleasure in life was toying with beautiful upperclassmen and flirting with innocent lowerclassmen. She seemed to accept all comers, flirting with anyone she met.

A natural-born scoundrel, yet possessing unparalleled magical talent.

Unsurprisingly, Lena became the target of criticism from various departments.

Of course, all the gossip was behind her back.

The students feared Lena and heeded the warnings of their elders—

Never provoke the Falmouth family, known as one of the empire’s three axes, the Hand of the Empire.

…

“I see. Your holy pet white dragon has been afflicted with an unregistered necromantic spell. However, your profession as a holy priest clashes with necromancy, preventing you from analyzing the spell, hence the urgent need for a skilled necromancer.”

Lena pondered after listening to Angel’s plea.

“Since it’s the wish of Miss Saintess Candidate, and you have a personal letter from the dean, I’ll gladly assist…”

“That’s wonderful!”

Angel interrupted, her tears turning into a smile. Tiny, glistening teardrops clung to her long eyelashes, as fresh and beautiful as a lotus flower emerging from the water.

The rumored debauched and promiscuous “human bulldozer” was unexpectedly easy to talk to, and not as aggressive as she had imagined…

Could the rumors be false?

If Lena could truly save her pet, she wouldn’t mind helping to correct Lena’s notorious image.

A few concerts using her status as a Saintess Candidate could easily achieve that!

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Angel wiped away her tears, wanting to assist. She looked around the study, unable to bear the messy environment.

Maybe she could help clean up. After all, Angel felt quite embarrassed about barging into someone’s home.

“No need. Have your people leave. I need a quiet environment.”

Lena took the white dragon from Angel, who was dressed in a nun’s habit. She swept aside the scattered books with her left hand and placed them flat on the table.

“Okay, no problem!”

Angel quickly dismissed her attendants, ignoring their worried glances.

This young girl was clearly too naive, unconditionally believing Lena’s words with a little persuasion.

Little did she know, the abyss was right before her.

“Close the door.”

“Click!”

The door was securely shut.

“Everyone’s gone?”

“Mm-hmm!”

Afraid that Lena wouldn’t believe her, Angel took out a magic scroll and cast a temporary confinement spell on the door.

Now no one could enter, and no one could leave.

Lena nodded. “Good. Take off your clothes.”

“Okay!”

Angel was about to foolishly comply when she suddenly reacted. “Wait, you’re saving my pet, why should I take off my clothes?”

“My mind needs the stimulation of a completely n*ked beautiful girl to unleash its potential.”

Lena propped her chin on her hand, looking at her with interest, her red lips slightly parting:

“Don’t you want to save your pet?”

Chapter 1: Reborn yet again

Lena abruptly opened her eyes.

Something seemed to have shattered; the soft, dyed wool carpet was a mess.

She habitually used her left hand to prop herself up. As she shifted, a strange tingling sensation emanated from her lower abdomen. Her head felt heavy and dizzy, yet her vision was exceptionally clear.

Her right hand was still there, and her right eye wasn’t blind.

What was going on?

“Am I…”

Reborn yet again?!

Pulling back the thin blanket, Lena was startled by the scene before her.

A small fox girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, was dressed in an extremely small maid uniform, looking far too young for it.

Her tender body was slightly curled up, her small hands tightly clutching the bedding as if she had been greatly frightened, her eyes squeezed shut.

She had long, flowing golden hair like waves of wheat, and delicate arches of her feet were covered in plain white lace ankle socks.

Most striking were her fluffy fox ears, so soft to the touch that one couldn’t help but want to pet them. A large golden tail was tucked beneath her, serving as a cushion, suggesting the little fox girl had slept in this position in Lena’s bed for quite some time.

“You…”

Due to the passage of time between her lives, Lena couldn’t recall the name immediately.

This always happened. Like seeing an old friend after decades, a thousand words crowded her mind, yet none could compare to a warm embrace.

But Lena still remembered that small figure who had bravely stood before her, so timid, yet so ready to die for her.

Now that she was reborn, it meant everything had returned to the beginning, which also meant…

“Miss, Ling Ling didn’t do it on purpose, really!”

Ling Ling drooped her ears, instinctively protecting her most vulnerable parts like an animal sensing danger. She said weakly, “Ling Ling only saw that Miss wasn’t covered by the blanket while sleeping, and worried that Miss would catch a cold, so Ling Ling took the liberty of climbing onto Miss’s bed to help cover you. Then, the bed was too soft, and Ling Ling accidentally fell asleep…”

The little fox girl hugged her fluffy tail, whimpering softly like a vulnerable animal.

“Come here, Ling Ling,” Lena said gently. “Come to me…”

Hearing these words, Ling Ling’s face instantly paled. After a moment of hesitation, she resignedly crawled towards Lena.

As she crawled, she slipped off her maid uniform.

“Miss, please be gentle, Ling Ling is afraid of pain…”

Hearing this, Lena froze.

She almost forgot.

Before her transformation, she was a wicked, spoiled young lady, often taking pleasure in bullying her servants, her infamy widespread.

No wonder Ling Ling was so afraid of her. Anyone who was bullied daily by their master would be terrified…

Her smooth, jade-like back was covered in alarming bloody whip marks. Her thin shoulders trembled, and the little fox hugged her dandelion-seed-like fluffy tail, shrinking her delicate body within it, trying to shield herself from Lena’s burning gaze.

Lena stared intently at Ling Ling, as if to confirm something.

Ling Ling fearfully shrank her neck, desperately dodging Lena’s gaze. “Miss, can the ‘reward’ begin now?”

Not directly saying “punishment” but using the word “reward” stemmed from the original Lena’s twisted sense of humor, truly sickening.

“Um… come here first.” Lena patted the blanket beside her.

Ling Ling’s ears twitched. “Thank you for the reward, Miss.”

The familiar lines, the timid voice etched in her memory.

Memories of two lifetimes flooded into Lena’s mind…

…

From an office worker unexpectedly reborn into this world, to becoming a spoiled, villainous young lady.

She had once tried to use her foreknowledge to change others’ perceptions of her.

She had flattered the hero and even played matchmaker for his romantic pursuits, forging a deep friendship with him.

She believed siding with the hero was the right thing to do.

Unfortunately, she was too naive back then, thinking that as long as she pleased the hero and became an indispensable helper, she would be safe…

However, contrary to her expectations, the rapid expansion of her family’s power threatened the First Empire of Almeria. The Falmouth family, already a thorn in the empire’s side, was issued an extermination order after negotiations failed, accused of treason. The hero sided with the empire, and the battle was one-sided. She became abandoned…

The once wealthy young lady was trampled underfoot, becoming destitute and impoverished.

Without a home, without status, the enormous psychological gap drove her to madness.

Addicted to drugs, wandering the streets aimlessly, ragged and disheveled, she no longer resembled the high and mighty lady she once was.

During this desperate struggle, Ling Ling, as her personal maid, remained by her side, working odd jobs to earn money and providing her with the drugs while encouraging her to regain her composure every night, unwavering in her loyalty and devotion.

Lena’s true awakening came when the imperial soldiers found her.

Watching Ling Ling stand in front of her useless self, using power that wasn’t hers to protect her, ultimately being pierced through the chest by the hero’s sword.

Lena finally woke up.

But the last person by her side was gone.

Having paid the price of an eye and a hand, she was exiled to the distant Bis Wasteland by the empire. On the verge of death, she made a deal with the devil, selling her soul and replacing her blood with demonic power.

From then on, there was no more Lena, only the Necromancer Grey Robe.

…

Back to the present.

Wasn’t this the scene where Ling Ling accidentally broke a vase with her tail while cleaning the room and then fell asleep on her bed?

This was much earlier than her first rebirth.

She remembered.

Next would come the original Lena’s cruel punishment, then the little fox would escape in agony, only to be captured and tortured again, leading to the scene from her first rebirth…

Looking at the young golden fox girl before her, Lena cursed herself inwardly.

Although not committed by her own hands, Lena still couldn’t comprehend the original Lena’s cruelty.

Beautiful girls were meant to be protected, especially such a cute fox girl.

But thankfully, everything was back. Ling Ling wasn’t dead, and she still had a chance to make amends…

In her past life, her conscience had urged her to be good, every action carefully calculated.

And the result?

She still ended up dead, even implicating her family.

So in this life, she would never be as cowardly as she was in her last life.

Since resisting fate was useless, since everyone said she was a villain, then this time, she would show them what a villain truly was!

Before the hero had fully grown, she would also let him experience the feeling of losing someone precious!

To possess the woman who should have belonged to the hero, right in front of him, even if her fate was sealed, would be a great pleasure in life.

It would be incredibly interesting…

“Don’t worry,” Lena said, stroking Ling Ling’s fox ears, her eyes filled with pity. “Do these wounds hurt?”

“They don’t hurt, they really don’t hurt at all! These are all self-inflicted by Ling Ling. They are rewards bestowed by Miss!”

What should have been a caring question was met with an unusually loud and contrary response from Ling Ling.

Lena’s heart clenched painfully. “They won’t appear again, I swear. I won’t bully you anymore…”

Lena picked up the little fox girl, gently rubbing her chin against her head.

“Miss?”

The warmth on her back was very comfortable.

Ling Ling froze for a few seconds, then pushed Lena away. “Ling Ling… Ling Ling will clean up the floor! Ling Ling will pick up all the broken porcelain pieces with her hands, so please don’t give Ling Ling any more ‘rewards,’ wuu…”

The little fox girl’s body trembled like a sieve, clearly taking Lena’s assurance as sarcasm.

According to the plot, she should trip now…

“Ah!”

“Careful.” Lena quickly caught her. She knew this clumsy little maid in her arms all too well. She would make mistakes when nervous, stammer and look around when questioned, utterly adorable.

Tripping over her own feet was perfectly normal.

“The second-to-last compartment in the left drawer, bring me what’s inside,” she instructed.

“Mm-hmm.” The little fox girl stumbled to retrieve the item Lena wanted, holding it carefully.

A bottle of medicine.

To be precise, a bottle of recovery potion specifically for whip wounds, made by the empire’s top alchemist, effective upon application.

“Stick your butt out and hold your tail between your legs.”

Lena gave another command.

It seemed this was the only way to make the little fox girl obedient.

Their relationship couldn’t be rushed, so she could only use commands to gradually accustom Ling Ling to her intentions, to understand that she was truly changing, coaxing her gently, like boiling a frog in warm water…

“Bear with it. If it hurts too much, cry out. It’s okay.”

“Wuu… Ling Ling will endure it well, please don’t worry, Miss…”

Ling Ling bit down hard on the tip of her tail, almost pulling out a tuft of fur, but she didn’t make a single sound of pain.

Helpless, Lena could only quickly apply the medicine, patting her bottom, signaling her to get up.

The two walked out of the room, one after the other.

Lena: “What’s the date today?”

Ling Ling replied without hesitation: “The sixteenth.”

“Oh—”

Lena paused thoughtfully. The little fox girl, staring at her toes as she walked, bumped into Lena’s arms with a thud, the tip of her nose slightly red.

“We have an important guest visiting today, right?” Lena placed her hand on Ling Ling’s head and asked gently.