Magic's fingers twitched when he saw this, but when he looked at Miss, he saw her stop him with a look.
Magic stared blankly at his own hands. He was disgusted by his impulse to shield Miss, yet also strangely excited.
Sometimes, he felt as if he had completely split into two personalities.
One screamed: 'Are you really content being Miss's dog? You'll never be truly free as long as she lives.'
The other asked itself: 'What's so bad about being her dog? At least, so far, I've never been able to see through her.'
On the contrary, the countless secrets surrounding Miss held a fatal attraction for him.
Magic's original goal was simply to escape this disgusting World.
But now he was slowly realizing that this simple wish would likely be very difficult to achieve.
And Miss herself was more like a collection of secrets.
She was powerful and mysterious, and even knowing who her potential enemies were didn't faze her in the slightest.
Most importantly, she did not fear any God.
