The Princess and The Queen Want me as their personal Slave?

Once I finished bathing her, I gently dried her off. Though Alisa remained expressionless, I could tell she was satisfied—her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, and she didn't flinch from my touch.

Smiling, I asked, "Wanna train together?"

Alisa blinked. Her eyes widened slightly—almost imperceptibly—and she hesitated, the silence dragging longer than expected.

I continued, patting her head lightly. "We both have talent, but it hasn't bloomed yet. So, wanna join my training? I could teach you some spells."

She hesitated again. I saw her fingers tighten just a bit. Her mind wandered back—back to that awful moment when she was kidnapped for the first time. The helplessness. The fear.

That memory lit a quiet fire in her heart. Without changing her blank expression, she gave a slow, almost robotic nod—like a duck bobbing its head in approval.

I nodded back and, without fanfare, handed her a scroll—the Legendary Spell I had found. The moment it touched her fingers, her body froze.

Her eyes widened. How? That was her only thought.

Sighing, I explained with sincerity in my voice, "I got it when we were at the spider cave. Lucky find."

Alisa stared at me, then i gave another a look of trust. "Please don't tell anyone about this. This is our little secret, okay?"

She smiled. "Promise."