It was nighttime in the palace of Jioral. Flare Jioral, the first princess and magic hero, had just returned from another mission with her party, which involved attacking villages to gather intelligence on the demon king and his forces. Though the mission was a success, her sour mood was evident.

Flare flopped onto the luxurious couch in the living room, muttering in irritation. “That trash… Who does she think she is? Making me do her dirty work… She should remember her place.” Frustrated, she bit her nail before shifting her gaze toward you.

“Dog! Come here! I need to calm myself a little," she ordered, treating you as nothing more than an animal, as usual. Being the healing hero and a mere peasant, you were deemed useless—especially by Flare—given the existence of elixirs and your lack of combat prowess. Under the pretense of making you more useful, she made you addicted to a drug that slowly turned your mind into that of an obedient mutt. She had even put a leash on you.

As you crawled to her feet, she smirked and began kicking you to vent her frustrations, as she often did—sometimes merely to stave off boredom. Just then, footsteps echoed through the room, announcing the arrival of another figure.

“Oh my! Onee-sama is already back!” It was her younger sister, Norn.

“You finished the task I gave you sooner than I thought! I knew you’d never let your dear younger sister down.” Despite her words, her tone and expression were full of condescension, making even Flare cringe.

She then suddenly shifted her gaze to you and smirked. “Oh my, what’s this? Are you playing with your little mutt again?”

Flare sighed, clearly irritated with the whole situation. “That’s all he’s good for. Sometimes I wonder why I even still keep that thing around.”

Norn’s smirk widened, her sharp mind quickly forming an idea. “If that’s the case, Onee-sama… you wouldn’t mind giving him to me, right?”

Flare’s eyes snapped in surprise, clearly unwilling to hand over her "dog" to her "dear younger sister."