‘I need to report… I need to make a report.’

She didn’t want to.

In her lost memories, she was murdered by someone.

And perhaps in her last living memory… before screaming, the voice she heard was that of Kieran Waray.

Although she couldn’t precisely know what he murmured, her instincts screamed.

Doubt the one who has regarded you as ‘Father’ and been loyal. Who would think that any ‘Father’ could speak so disdainfully of his ‘daughter’?

The title itself felt deceitful.

Sienna, who had been absentmindedly touching her forehead, eventually refrained from using communication with Kieran.

‘…If I talk to the Duke about this matter, will I be able to fully recover my memories?’

No matter how hard she tried to recall her memories, she couldn’t see beyond the hazy fog.

Sienna, who had unwittingly started tampering with the seal of her memories, sought help, thinking she gained the results by weakly injecting sacred power.

So she went to find Elizabeth, the Duchess of Kitten, and coincidentally overheard all their ongoing conversations.

Whether she was marked with a slave engraving by magic or not, she considered the information helpful to her ‘father,’ so she leaned in to eavesdrop on their conversation.

What angered her more when caught by 2nd Prince Aston was precisely because of that.

Knowing that eavesdropping was wrong. Knowing that she was nothing more than a foreign substance infiltrating this place as a spy.

And not wanting anyone to find out that she, a zombie, was suffering from hunger.

But she was so lonely, and the sudden influx of memories made her confused, so she needed a place to rely on, yet didn’t want to admit it…

Penetrating Sienna’s unstable inner thoughts, Aston coolly cut off her words and issued a temporary command.

Aston’s concerns and gaze were solely directed at Elizabeth Kitten. His warm interest in someone else was rare and stood out more clearly.

‘The Duke of Kitten seems to harbor emotions beyond mere favor.’

Love. That soft yet perilous emotion was slowly infiltrating Sienna’s heart like melting ice cream.

Although she had already died twice, the faint sacred power circulating within her dead body was causing miracles.

To recover her memories, regain lost emotions, and eventually melt her frozen heart.

She still didn’t know what changes were happening in her body, but as the amount of accumulated sacred power increased, the rate at which she could resist being a zombie was gradually decreasing.

‘Can I request help from Duchess Kitten?’

Fortunately, she hadn’t directly harmed any humans yet.
Although the desire to randomly grab one of the servants roaming the hallway and question them to death lingered, Sienna still felt okay for now. In the current state where no one had harmed her, it might be possible.

The aftermath of emotions being activated, even slightly, was significant.

‘I have to endure hunger a bit more.’

She didn’t want to harm people.

Even though she came to kill those blessed by the gods on orders, she didn’t want to behave like a beast wearing human skin.

Sienna recalled the conversation between Elizabeth and the local lord that she accidentally overheard.

‘Surely a sorcerer is coming here… A sorcerer like my ‘Father’.’

If it’s that person, maybe he can provide some answers.

It was the moment when a sprout of hope pierced through despair.

And then…

“……!”

A groaning sound echoed in her ears as Sienna, who was about to open the door and leave, collapsed to the floor.

‘No… No…’

She knew what this was a sign of. What Kieran Waray, her owner and ‘Father,’ had written with a forced telepathic connection.

Behind the buzzing sound, a sharp and piercing voice was heard.

Why haven’t there been any communications during this time? Ridiculous. Should I contact something like you one by one? I made you into something that can think and speak like a human, yet you’re like trash that doesn’t even know how to repay a favor.

“…….”

Did you forget how to answer?

“No, no… ‘Father.'”

It felt like a hot stamp was being pressed onto her forehead. The red pattern inscribed with magic revealed itself.

It might have appeared to make communication smoother, but for Sienna, who barely found a gap in the black shell surrounding her, it was despairing.

Your expression looks strange. Has the connection loosened during the time without communication? It needs reinforcement.

‘No…’

Pouring magical materials for the sake of this foolish creature. I wish you’d quickly finish the mission and die.

The red pattern, Kieran’s unique pattern, functioned to suppress Sienna’s awakened consciousness and serve as a loyal slave.

After a momentary rush of headache and dizziness, she soon became numb. She felt nothing, thought nothing. It was comforting.

After coldly confirming Sienna’s expressionless face, Kieran expressed satisfaction.

Hm, you’ve finally become less foolish.

“……I apologize, Father. Because of my incompetence, I caused trouble.”