Miss Seraphina emitted a low growl of "ugggh" irritation from her throat—a fury, of course, not directed at Ansel, but at this enigmatic interloper. Continue your adventure with mvl
An unknown thief... Damn! Where is Marli? What is she doing?! Why isn't she ensuring no strange cats approach Ansel?
Seraphina dashed off, fueled by a profound hostility, heading straight for Ansel's location.
In the main house, the maids watched as Seraphina burst through the entrance like a whirlwind, and before they could greet her, this endearing young lady, well-regarded in the manor, had vanished without a trace.
"The third floor... Ansel's... bedroom?!"
Seraphina's eyes widened in shock, her crimson irises igniting with a fierce rage.
Ansel's bedroom had long been deed her territory by Seraphina, a place off-limits to all but Ansel's kin, Marlina, and the elusive Evora, who defies all attempts to manage her... No others shall be permitted entry!
For Seraphina, who harbors a clear understanding of Ansel's physical desire, it matters not with whom he shares his bed or where, but... not just anyone is allowed to lie in that bed!
It took a long, long, long ti and effort… to ensure that bed is filled with my essence!
I will not tolerate so stray cat ssing up there! Even if Ansel insists... it is simply not permissible!
Miss wolf's gaze darkened ominously, and should the situation be as dire as she feared, she was prepared to outlast this unknown cat. In this regard, she was determined not to be bested!
Once the interloper got exhausted, she would be captured, bound, and suspended from the ceiling as a spectacle!
In her territorial patrol, Miss Seraphina's endearing canine charm is overshadowed by a fierce lupine nature... albeit one that is sowhat misplaced.
You had better pray that Ansel has not done sothing to you, for if he has—you will...
"Bang!"
Seraphina burst through the door, exclaiming, "Ansel! I've co to find, to find..."
"...to find, you?"
The young girl standing at the doorway gazed, transfixed, at the scene before her.
The handso youth sat at the edge of the bed, cradling a girl who, though slightly petite, did not appear childlike. He ticulously combed through her soft, blue-grey hair, fashioning it into charming twin ponytails that reached her hips.
Seraphina stared at the girl, who also looked up at her. The girl's matte purple eyes sent a shiver through Seraphina, but this initial shock soon gave way to a flush of embarrassnt and annoyance.
Ravenna... How could it be Ravenna!
Even though Seraphina detected a scent that was both familiar and unfamiliar, suggesting Ravenna, she was inclined to believe otherwise.
—For how could Ansel possibly harbor feelings for that shorty! Where did she fall short in comparison, even Marli seed a far better choice!
But why her! Was Ansel so undiscriminating! Even a maid from the manor would be preferable to this washboard... though, weirdly, her butt seed rather plump... No!
Fuming, Seraphina demanded, "Ravenna, what are you doing here!"
"..." The docile girl with blue-grey hair, nestled in Ansel's arms, tilted her head, offering no reply.
Faced with her silence, Seraphina could only pout, discontentedly questioning Ansel, "Ansel… why, why didn't you inform of your return."
"Hmm?"
Ansel briefly shifted his attention from the girl in his arms, and, unable to suppress a smile, teasingly inquired, "Jealous?"
"I certainly am not jealous of this little one!" Seraphina crossed her arms and turned her head away with a huff, "I simply do not wish for an unknown wildcat to climb into the bed I sleep in every night."
Though she spoke thus, after a brief silence of two or three seconds and a surreptitious glance at Ravenna—whose lack of sparkle in her eyes sohow added an unusual allure to her—her playful twin ponytails and her face, which beautifully lded innocence with maturity, complented each other perfectly.
"An... Ansel."
The more she looked, the more uneasy Seraphina felt — Has Revenna opened up a new arena?! She stamred, "You surely wouldn't be interested in such a little one..."
"Firstly, by normal standards, Helen is just slightly petite, hardly a 'little one'; secondly..."
The young Hydral gently pressed the back of his hand against the girl's tender cheek. She closed her eyes, a serene expression on her face, as she willingly grasped Ansel's hand, drawing closer, leaving Seraphina utterly srized.
"Perhaps it's ti we reintroduce each other, Seri."
Ansel allowed the girl to nuzzle his hand like a kitten, his face alight with a smile as he said:
"My daughter, Helen."
At this mont, Miss Helen opened her eyes, reluctantly letting go of Ansel's hand, yet still sitting on his lap. She bowed slightly to Seraphina in a serious and proper manner:
"Hello, Miss Seraphina. As my father ntioned, I am no longer the puppet you rember to be."
The utterly stupefied Seraphina heard her say:
"I am Helen, my father's daughter."
"..."
The young girl rubbed her eyes, then rubbed them again, but the scene before her remained unchanged, so vividly real.
She clearly saw, the woman who was once as cold as ice, never showing emotion, now... displaying a dazzling smile.
Helen… Daughter?!
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"anwhile, I need to rectify a mistake of Father's."
Miss Helen with her twin ponytails suddenly leaned her head back slightly, reached up to hook her hand around Ansel's neck, and in her lightless purple eyes, a wild color erged, suggesting that after entrusting everything, even falling into the abyss would be inconsequential.
When she abandoned the identity of Ravenna and took up the life given by Ansel, nad Helen, all the feelings for Ansel that had been sealed away three years ago—
If my father can fulfill all my expectations, then he is... everything I could wish for.
I can dedicate everything to what I wish for, so it should be...
I can also dedicate everything to my father.
This sentint, fragnted and shattered in the world, under the devil's malicious scheming, found a twisted new life.
"Because there is no blood relation."
The crazed Miss Helen kissed Ansel's throat, then turned to look at Seraphina, whose forehead was bulging with veins.
"So, even if he is my father, it's not a problem, rather..."
She murmured in a tone not of provocation, but of genuine desire for such a twisted relationship to occur:
"That would be better."
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