Miaomiao, seated with a paw planted elegantly, gave a graceful bow.
[Greetings, humans. I hear you've pledged yourselves to Michael. May that vow never waver. Because if it does—]
Her eyes flashed, and with a hiss, she extended her claws and raked them through the air with a shriek that sounded like tearing fabric.
The duchess instinctively stepped back, trembling. She was overwhelmed by the primal fear exuded by Miaomiao, who now bared her fangs and growled softly.
Seeing his mother recoil, Pavel stepped forward and bowed with a hand over his heart.
"I would never break that vow. Lady Nephertari, I swear it—by every god in this world, by my own life, and by the lives of my family here."
Miaomiao finally relaxed, though the alert gleam in her eyes remained. In a world where divine oaths still held power, such a vow carried real weight—but madmen existed even in such a world.
Miaomiao then lowered herself fully to the ground.
[You may ride upon me.]
