Chapter 2

My name is Claire Bennett, and I’m the saint of the Bennett family, the leading family among the four great families of the South.

When I was ten, the demon clan launched a massive invasion.

My parents died of exhaustion while fighting to hold the demons back.

I watched helplessly as they died right in front of me.

If the family elders hadn’t arrived in time, my sister and I would have died in that battle as well.

After that, the family elders raised us themselves.

They educated us carefully and taught us both magic and how to conduct ourselves.

Since I was older than my sister and had stronger spiritual power, I was more favored and respected by the family.

In my previous life, the scene had been exactly the same. The white tiger was proud and untamed, unwilling to lower his head and bond with me.

I had never seen a spirit beast like him before, so I developed an urge to tame him.

As the family’s saint, I couldn’t allow the white tiger to humiliate me. I made up my mind to bring him under my control.

I spent my energy and spiritual power on him.

Our family had only a limited supply of precious spiritual pills, and there were even fewer to go around once they were divided among everyone.

Those supplies were nowhere near enough to raise a white tiger.

So I began taking jobs to eliminate demons for other families.

The demon clan was naturally cold-blooded and vicious, which meant I often dragged my battered, wounded body home.

But whenever the white tiger saw me injured, he acted as if I weren’t even there. Only when I brought out the spiritual pills I had earned by killing demons would he come over and reluctantly swallow them.

I spent a full twenty years before the white tiger finally transformed into human form.

He was noble and cold, with an elegant figure. Just standing there, he looked like an exiled celestial being.

Yet he refused to say even one extra word to me. He only gave me orders to find spiritual pills whenever he needed supplements.

I must have been out of my mind back then.

I did whatever he said and even believed that a powerful spirit beast deserved to have such pride and such a temper.

One day, the white tiger would realize how good I was and willingly choose to be with me.

Then one day, I returned home exhausted again, only to see him gazing tenderly at my sister’s profile as if he were looking at a priceless treasure.