Regulus

Dye looked at the puppet she crafted. She definitely wasn't able to make it look as good as the puppeteer. Sighing, she showed her mediocre straw puppet to Ynoir, who immediately laughed.

"What is that?"

"It's a puppet, of course? Are you blind that you can't see it?" Dye puffed her cheeks, "I worked so hard on this, don't ruin this for me!"

Ynoir just looked at the messy puppet, one arm bigger than the other, the face was unrecognizable and the two thin legs certainly broke the contrast of the robust upper body. If the puppet was a scarecrow, it would definitely be a good scarecrow.

"You call that a puppet? It looks like a scarecrow," Ynoir chuckled, "Hahaha!"

At this moment, Julian came in the tent bringing several bowls of food. The guards let them eat some food before they meet Julian's father. Not that the old man would recognize Julian anyways. Julian even swore that his old man would never recognize him. He told them that his father was always too busy spreading seeds he didn't even care about the son of the first wife.

Maybe.

"Julian, does it look like a scarecrow?" Dye asked Julian as she grabbed the bowl of disgusting food, adding several condiments on it and made it somewhat passable. she immediately ate them all, worried that she might throw up from the sheer taste.

"It does," Julian looked at the scarecrow like puppet. Well, if Dye was aiming to scare people then probably this kind of puppet would be best, but was it what she was aiming for?

...

It seemed that even the condiments couldn't stop Dye from throwing up in the end. Both men definitely couldn't be asked to work together, definitely not.

She regretted asking them.

In the end, Julian fixed the puppet to look somewhat passable. Dye felt even more disheartened. She was never good in arts and crafts. She almost failed that class once, of course she couldn't make a puppet! It was like, life size arts and crafts! Even the mini size was a failure, the life size was bound to be a failure. What made her depressed was Julian's expertise in making puppets. He was a bandit, how could he have such skills?

Though, she didn't waste a long time before she put the heart inside the puppet. The heart glowed as the puppet slowly came to life.

The puppet saw his new body, she definitely wasn't giving her a second chance. It was a forceful slavery! The body was weaker than his previous one and looked disgustingly ugly. Was he supposed to be a scarecrow? He was a strong puppet once, at least within his caliber.

"Hi!"

Though, he had to suppress his emotions, one day, as the shadow said, he would get his revenge against the girl. The girl who probably ruined everything he had. For now, he would act nicely and let nothing leak.

"Hello!"

The girl was shorter than him by probably a head. Now that they weren't fighting, he saw that the girl actually had soft features, something that should've only appeared on a child. The girl was also dressed properly and had a mysteriously soothing aura around her, enveloping her and it seemed to affect the others.

They should be in the same situation as him, forced to accept her because of her soothing aura.

Worry not, once he gained power like how the shadow claimed he would, he could free them. They might not be puppets but they were in the same situation as him, so he would let them off.

"Your name is Regulus!" Dye smiled, she checked the puppet's profile and saw that nothing changed. Weird, did he not accept his name? Though, it was fine. As long as he responded to the name Regulus, everything would work little by little.

On the other hand, Regulus narrowed his eyes on Dye. Did she name everyone in this room?

How cruel.