Chapter 8: is over so quickly?

Being held in the arms of someone other than her older sister or mother… Frosna had never experienced such a feeling before.

Actually, she had once heard about the consequences of being captured by humans…

Being treated as laborers, forced to work day and night until they were worked to death on the job.

Or… being used as tools for amusement, subjected to endless torment.

Until their bodies no longer reacted to any stimulation, their hoarse throats could no longer produce sound, turning them into soulless puppets. In the end, because they became too boring, they would be casually disposed of by their buyers.

This was the reason Frosna refused to speak—

No one would find joy in tormenting a little mute, right?

Those vile buyers enjoyed the painful screams of slaves, reveled in their hysterical pleas for mercy… wantonly venting the nauseating evil thoughts in their hearts.

Humans were like that— appearing dignified and righteous on the surface, yet utterly demonic underneath.

Even this noble young lady before her, who seemed quite kind… what would she be like once she tore off all her disguises?

Frosna didn’t dare gamble on it.

She nervously closed her eyes, imagining herself as a wooden puppet, steeling herself to endure the onslaught like a ferocious flood or wild beast.

But for some reason…

The hands resting on Frosna’s waist were not as dishonest as she had imagined.

The noble young lady’s movements were very gentle. Her smooth silver hair fell onto Frosna’s body with her motions, bringing a faint ticklish sensation.

A pleasant, fresh fragrance wafted over, identical to the scent on the large bed… like a mountain stream, cool and refreshing, mingled with the smell of sunlight.

…

【Beep~】
【Romance Assistance Option triggered. “Frosna” is very much looking forward to what will happen next!】
【1. Laugh strangely and say to her: You know what I want to do, right? Stick your butt up yourself! (Stamina)】
【2. Give her a piece of clothing. (Favorability)】
【3. Order her to get on all fours like a puppy and serve as your mount. (Strength)】

“…”

What the hell is all this?

Luvia’s expression turned somewhat strange… Yet seeing these options, she suddenly felt as if a little cat was scratching at her heart.

It seemed like some strange attribute was about to awaken…

Luvia tried hard to suppress the throbbing in her chest.

Although these options were all tempting, and they could even increase the beast-eared girls’ attribute points—

She felt she should remain upright.

She couldn’t let herself degenerate and be led by the nose by the fate of a villain!

…

Luvia released the hand that was holding Frosna…

“By the way, you two still don’t understand your current situation, do you?”

After briefly organizing her thoughts, Luvia quickly regained her usual indifferent expression.

“First, welcome to the Kingdom of Avalon…”

“This is the Karris territory, located in the northern border of the kingdom.”

Her voice was clear, cold, and noble, carrying a unique aura.

“And the one standing before you is the daughter of the current Duke, the first in line to inherit the Karris family—”

“I shall provisionally permit you to address me as Master, or… Lady Luvia.”

At this point, Luvia paused, raising her chin.

Her expression seemed to say: Alright, you may call me now.

Although they had heard Luvia’s identity, the two beast-eared girls only twitched their ears, their expressions quite shocked.

Yet they showed no intention of speaking…

“…?”

“Have you become mute? Speak!”

But the two still showed no reaction.

A trace of anger rose in Luvia’s heart. She was about to use the slave imprint,

when she noticed… both of them pointed at their own mouths and then shook their heads.

“…Ha? Are you really mute?”

Seeing this, Luvia frowned slightly.

“Never mind. It doesn’t matter anyway, as long as you can understand human speech.” She muttered to herself.

“Speaking of which, you two have rested enough, right?”

As she spoke, Luvia beckoned to the two.

“Get up and come with me to do some proper work.”

Luvia got off the bed and called for a servant, instructing her to bring two sets of clothes.

But when she returned to the room, she found the two beast-eared girls still lingering on her bed, looking at each other in confusion, seemingly unable to figure out the current situation.

“Can’t you understand words? Get off my bed!”

Luvia said impatiently,

“What are you hiding for? Is that little figure of yours even worth covering?”

She glanced sideways at Frosna, who was intentionally or unintentionally hiding under the quilt…

“Here…” Luvia tossed the clothes to the two. “I bought you two, but not so you could lazily lie on the big bed!”

She bit her lip, her expression somewhat dissatisfied.

Facing the life-and-death crisis one month later, she herself hadn’t lain down yet, but these two beast-eared servants were lying there so naturally…

Luvia glanced out the window. The sun was slanting westward; it wasn’t too late yet.

She remembered Frosna had the Night Owl trait. The timing was just right…

It was time to assign them some work!

The two beast-eared girls quickly changed into the clothes.

They were wearing the maid uniforms of the Karris family estate, which looked somewhat plain and rustic.

Only then did Luvia have the chance to properly observe the two…

The ice-blue fur characteristic of the frostwolf tribe, two fluffy beast ears on their heads, and eyes the same deep blue as her own.

As for their tails… the maid uniforms had no openings reserved for tails.

“Are your tails stuffed inside the clothes? Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

Luvia tilted her head and asked,

“Endure it for now. I’ll have someone custom-make a few sets for you another day.”

She waved her hand, paying no attention to the grateful looks on the two girls’ faces…

…

Inside the Karris family knight training ground.

Luvia easily found Frosia, who was sparring with the family knights.

“Greetings, my beautiful lady!”

Beside Frosia, the knight in silver-white armor sheathed her sword and saluted Luvia.

The knight removed her helmet, revealing the face of a woman in her mid-twenties. Her gaze was resolute, and her expression was steady and mature.

Yet upon seeing her face, Luvia’s expression became somewhat uneasy…

She remembered this knight.

Shabella—

She had originally been a royal knight of the Kingdom of Avalon, but due to frequent border campaigns, the king had temporarily reassigned her to the territory of Duke Karris.

In the plot, she was Frosia’s teacher.

Shabella had always held high hopes for this diligent child. After Frosia mysteriously disappeared, she searched several times without success and naturally pointed the finger at Luvia…

However, due to her status and lack of evidence, she could not directly investigate Luvia.

Thus, she turned to the player…

Considered an NPC who issued quests, more or less.

And at the end of the plot, after Shabella learned of the despicable things Luvia had done, she immediately put Luvia on trial.

Luvia remembered it was a very grand CG—

Luvia had ordered her knights to surround the player, only for Shabella to descend from the sky and cut down everyone with a single sword.

Thus, the arrogant and domineering Luvia from a moment ago was, in the next second, kneeling and begging for mercy, tears and snot flowing together as she cried and pleaded.

Her posture was truly quite unsightly…

Pulling her thoughts back,

Luvia looked at Shabella’s face… Her expression was resolute and cold, yet Luvia could read a certain dissatisfaction within it.

It was probably because she had taken Frosia as her maid.

To see such a talented disciple wasting time serving a useless vase…

It was reasonable for Shabella to feel dissatisfied.

It was not hard to imagine that if Frosia wanted to retaliate against her, Shabella would definitely be her top-tier support…

“…”

“Mm, rise.”

Looking at Shabella who was respectfully saluting, Luvia merely nodded absentmindedly.

She then shifted her gaze to Frosia standing beside her, holding a sword and looking somewhat at a loss.

Her golden hair was tied into a ponytail… Perhaps because the training had been too rigorous, there were quite a few scrapes on her fair calves.

The girl’s chest rose and fell slightly. Sweat beads continuously slid down her cheeks, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun together with her emerald eyes.

“Lady Luvia? Why have you come??”

Frosia sheathed her sword and walked slowly over to Luvia.

The latter was curiously observing her with an odd look in her eyes.

This girl… why does she act like a mouse seeing a cat the moment she sees me…

Luvia had seen her training state from afar… Compared to her current timid and submissive appearance, it was simply like two different people.

“You…”

Under Luvia’s gaze—

Frosia glanced at the two frostwolf tribe girls behind her, and immediately a blush leaped onto her cheeks.

“Have you already finished your… proper business?”

“So quickly?”

Frosia lowered her voice and asked,

“Do you need me to help you tidy up the room?”