Chapter 12: Familiar and True Name

"Grandpa Odell, are you sure this is Sister's wand?"

After the sisters looked at the little black milk cat, which was still sleeping soundly in the old man's palm with a cute snot bubble on its pink nose, for a good while, the impatient Alice was the first to ask.

After all, although there were many strange-looking wands in this world, no matter how she thought about it, a wand that looked like a cat was too outrageous. How could this be used to cast spells? Swing it around by the cat's tail every time?

Thinking of the image of her sister holding a cat and waving it every time, Alice shuddered.

This was too weird. The picture was too beautiful; she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

However, Dorothy herself didn't mind much. She curiously reached out and took the little black milk cat from the old man's hand.

As soon as she touched it, an inexplicable sense of intimacy surged into her heart, which made her movements become gentle. She stretched out her finger and gently stroked the little milk cat's fur, and a curve couldn't help but hook at the corner of her mouth.

This was a very pretty little cat, with golden tiger stripes on its pitch-black fur, especially the small "King" character on its forehead. It didn't look half as domineering, but rather "tiger-headed and tiger-brained," very cute.

Perhaps it was woken up by her teasing. The snot bubble on the little one's nose popped, and then it opened those golden vertical pupils.

"Awoo~~ Meow."

It first looked around vigilantly and let out a "super fierce" roar that didn't know how to evaluate. However, soon the little one noticed Dorothy, who was holding it, and immediately looked relieved.

It wobbled and stood up on Dorothy's palm, then rubbed against her palm with its head. Finally, it happily hugged the finger Dorothy was using to tease it. Because its body was too small, this finger was like a "pillar of the sea" for the little one, a bit too thick.

Dorothy was also amused by the little one's actions. She just wanted to pull out her finger and tease it again, but before she could move, she saw the little one open its mouth.

"Crack..."

A sound of something breaking rang out. Dorothy, who was bitten, didn't feel anything, but the little one who bit her was already teary-eyed from the pain, yet it stubbornly refused to let go.

Dorothy: "..."

This little thing seemed to be a bit "not very smart."

She turned to look at the shop owner, the old man, wanting to ask what was going on.

She didn't need to ask; the old man spoke himself.

"This is a psychic wand. After changing the shell just now, this little one's spirituality has greatly increased, and it has successfully transformed into a spirit-race form. It recognized you as its master, Dorothy. This is trying to take some of your fresh blood to conclude a contract with you."

The old man said with a smile, but he looked at the finger of the customer in front of him, which looked fair and weak, with some surprise.

"You are truly a powerful witch. Although this little one looks young and weak, it actually has the same strength as the soul-nurturing wood used for the wand body. This is a very high-strength wood, far superior to ordinary steel alloys. It actually couldn't break your defense. You'd better take the initiative to give it a drop of fresh blood."

*Ah, this... *

Hearing this, Dorothy was a bit embarrassed. With a thought, the invisible scales on the outer layer of her body dissipated, and then a hot blood bead emitting amazing heat was forced out of her body.

Seeing this, the little milk cat didn't mind the heat. It happily let go of its mouth, which was already loose, ran over, and stretched out its pink little tongue to lick the blood bead.

Soon, a gorgeous pentagram magic array unfolded beneath the little one. The next moment, Dorothy could clearly feel a thread of connection between her and this little one. She could clearly feel the emotions of happiness, admiration, attachment, and a trace of grievance from the little one at this time.

"Isn't this a familiar contract?"

As an academic elite on the Path of Omniscience, Dorothy easily recognized the origin of the gorgeous array that flashed by just now. She looked at the shop owner, the old man, with some confusion.

"Hmm, psychic wands are true living beings, so they naturally can't use authentication contracts aimed at dead objects. They are actually more like familiars. Familiar contracts are more suitable for them."

The old man explained patiently.

Hearing such an explanation, Dorothy suddenly understood.

Familiars were also a very important part of witches' combat power composition. Excellent witches always kept a group of familiars with different functions by their side. They were the most loyal and useful partners of witches.

It was just that excellent familiars were usually hard to find and could be met but not sought. And the first familiar usually had some special meaning for witches. They would invest more emotion. After all, things are always more impressive the first time.

Therefore, Dorothy, who was still quite picky about this, hadn't contracted a familiar to this day.

This Haiyue floating island, as a backwater city, was still a bit rural. The familiar shops in the city only sold some of the most common and lowest-level familiars. There were no precious varieties, so she originally planned to go to the school shop to see after enrolling in the Witch Academy.

But now she didn't have to worry. The little one in her hand was now both her wand and her first familiar.

"Now please give her a name, Dorothy. Afterward, call her name, and you will be able to truly see your new wand."

The shop owner, the old man, urged.

And this made Dorothy a bit conflicted. She actually wasn't very good at naming.

In her previous life, she had raised some cats and dogs, but the names were often taken casually. White ones were called "Little White," and black ones were called "Little Black."

But now, this little one in her hand, as her first familiar, couldn't be so casual anymore.

After all, in this magical world, names often contained powerful power. Naming someone, especially naming one's own familiar, was a very serious matter.

Any creature's first name in this world is called a "True Name," and the named usually shares a part of the namer's power, but at the same time, they will be bound by the True Name.

The True Name is both a blessing and a shackle. Therefore, protecting one's True Name from being known by outsiders is the basic common sense of this world.

And since the True Name is so important, it must be cautious. This name usually contains the namer's blessing, and some names will even affect the named's destiny to a certain extent. Therefore, if Dorothy had really casually taken a "Little Black" True Name for the little one in her hand, it was possible that this precious psychic wand would be ruined.

*Tsk, if I can't call it Little Black, then what should I call it? Let me think... Are there any nice cat names I've seen in my previous life? It's best if it also has some special blessing meaning. *

Dorothy lowered her head and pondered for a long time before she raised her head in surprise.

She had already thought of a name. There was probably no name more suitable as a cat name than this one.

It was just that she didn't intend to just say it out loud. After all, it was said that the True Name needs to be kept secret. It was best if no third person knew it except the namer and the named.

Fortunately, the one person and one cat had already signed a contract. Dorothy closed her eyes and, following the connection of the familiar contract, told the little one's True Name.

"I, in the name of your master Dorothy *******, bestow upon you the name Sekhmet-Mut-Wadjet-Bastet. Then, show me your power, Bastet."

In the telepathic connection, just as Dorothy finished speaking, a harsh cat meow sounded, but the meow gradually became majestic and soon turned into a roar like a tiger.

"Meow~ Roar~"

When Dorothy opened her eyes again, she was already holding an exquisite and gorgeous long wand in her hand. ===== CHAPTER 13 =====