Su Yao never expected that one day she would be tied up by a beautiful girl—and right now, she looked like a blonde loli!
How could this girl be so ruthless?
No joke, she was about to burst into tears.
“I already told you, I’m not a witch. Is this how you treat someone who saved you?”
“You’re just after magic experiment materials, right? I’m not falling for that!”
How should she put it? This girl seemed like the type who wouldn’t trust others easily, and she also appeared to have some serious paranoia.
Actually, escaping now was simple—she just needed to transform back into her ball form. But since she rarely got the chance to move freely, she wasn’t about to revert anytime soon.
Particles of light gathered before Clorel, and she nervously took a step back.
“I said don’t make any sudden moves!”
“I don’t mean any harm. Do you want to look inside the treasure chest first?”
As soon as Clorel woke up, she saw Su Yao constantly conjuring and opening boxes—this ability to create items from thin air was something she had never heard of before.
Instantly, she recalled the fairy tales her father told her as a child about witches. They liked living alone in dark forests or caves, often luring lost travelers.
Those who were deceived either became their familiars or were used as forbidden magic experiment subjects.
Unconsciously, Su Yao was equated with them. Her cute appearance was just a means to fool travelers, but as a noble Imperial Princess, she wouldn’t be tricked by such cheap tactics.
One minute later…
“What kind of bread is this? I’ve never eaten anything like it! It’s delicious!”
“Don’t just eat—can you untie the ropes first?”
The ropes binding Su Yao were finally untied. This girl’s tying skills left much to be desired; her arms were painfully pulled together.
Because of this, her back ached terribly and her arms tingled.
There was no way she would keep such dangerous tools in her Dungeon. The moment the rope hit the ground, she activated her ability and transformed it into DP—though only 1 point.
“Sorry for being rough with you, but I’ve encountered too many bad people on the run. I’m just used to preparing for the worst.”
Su Yao understood her.
But understanding wasn’t the same as forgiveness.
Her subordinate had just woken up and already pinned the boss down for a rough treatment. If she didn’t act tough, how could she establish authority later?
Thinking this, she puffed up her cheeks like a pufferfish and crossed her arms, glaring fiercely (at least in her mind) at her.
“Wait! What are you doing again? Don’t just suddenly hug me!”
“Look closely, I think you look a lot like I did when I was little. Are you my sister?”
“Of course not. I’m Su Yao, the Dungeon Lord of this place, and you’re my first subordinate, Miss Clorel.”
“Huh? How do you know my name?”
Clorel didn’t remember telling this little loli her name and asked with a hint of confusion.
“I can know the status of any creature within the Dungeon’s range.”
Su Yao said proudly, though she actually could only see full info on creatures bound by her. Here, she chose to exaggerate her ability.
Even though she had already checked once upon binding, she opened Clorel’s status panel again for confirmation.
【Name】: Clorel Greenville
【Race】: Human
【Level】: Lv16
【HP】: 161
【Strength】: 32
【Agility】: 48
【Mana】: 96
【Skills】: Light Magic Lv3, Court Etiquette Lv6, Diplomacy Lv2
【Inherent Skills】: Royal Majesty, Unyielding Heart (Your strongest magic is your never-give-up heart. All attributes increase in desperate situations)
【Status】: Dungeon Boss (Rapidly recovers outside combat within Dungeon range; can revive after death; defeating intruders in the Boss Room grants extra experience rewards)
Stealth Aura (Not detectable by any means except naked eye for a certain period)
Sure enough, a strange buff appeared on her status—Stealth Aura.
This buff puzzled her; although all her skills might relate somehow to these four words, the connection was very distant.
“By the way, why did I suddenly lose track of you just now?”
She obviously knew why she couldn’t sense her, but what intrigued her most was the reason.
Clorel’s eyes flickered uneasily when she heard the question but finally told Su Yao.
There existed such things as “Magic Tools” in this world, and the reason she could escape from the palace to the border was thanks to a “Ring” her mother had left her.
Su Yao sensed her mood darkened when mentioning her mother.
“By the way, what are your plans from now on? You’re safe here, though I wish you’d stay, but as you can see, there’s no suitable place to live here.”
“I will restore my nation, drive out the invaders, and avenge my father and mother!”
Su Yao clearly felt her hatred from her words. No wonder she was an Exiled Royalty—a truly ambitious goal.
But in both emotion and reason, Su Yao couldn’t let her leave. Joking aside, not only was her chance of revenge slim, but she definitely couldn’t waste her first Binding Card.
“But you’re so weak. You don’t even have any practical skills. What will you rely on to restore your nation? This sack of Gold Coins?”
Su Yao teased.
“I can establish a Fugitive Regime in a nearby Alliance Nation. With their support, I might succeed!” Clorel countered without hesitation.
“And then? How will you convince the neighboring country to help? Your body? Or becoming their puppet after restoration?”
Clorel raised her head, clenched her fists tightly, and grit her teeth, staring at Su Yao’s amused face.
This was enough provocation; she didn’t want to be pinned to the ground again.
“So, here’s a proposal. Want to consider it?”
…
A moment later.
“What’s there to be shy about? It’s just changing clothes. You can’t exactly stroll into town and get caught again, right?”
Su Yao tried to sound serious, but the slight upturn of her lips betrayed her true feelings.
A rustling came from the bushes.
Clorel stepped out, now dressed.
She shyly clutched the white ruffled apron with both hands. The black dress just covered her thighs; white over-the-knee socks wrapped her jade feet and calves, connected above the knees by two garters tied with ribbons, highlighting the girl’s just-right figure.
Around her neck was a black lace choker. Her golden hair, dyed chestnut under the lace headpiece, was simply tied into a ponytail.
“Su Yao, this outfit feels so strange.”
Clorel said, blushing as she looked at Su Yao.
Of course, Su Yao knew the outfit was strange, but she had no one to blame but the Dungeon Shop—who else could make a “Combat Outfit” look like this?
“All right, let’s go. From now on, you’ll call me ‘Master.’”
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