Reincarnated as a Princess's Pet: With Trash Stats, but SSS-Rank Skill

The fire roared around him. The heat warped the air. The flames danced, but Max didn’t move. He observed the situation with a calculating gaze.

The guard in front of him tensed, sword raised—ready to attack or defend.

Max smiled. He snapped his fingers. Two figures emerged from the ground.

Bones. Incomplete armor. Empty eye sockets. His new skeleton knights.

The guard barely had time to react when Max leapt forward—and the skeletons moved with him. In unison.

The guard shouted. He swung his sword, and the blade cut clean through one of the skeletons. The impact was precise. The skeleton collapsed instantly, bones scattering.

But the second was already on him. It grabbed the guard’s armed arm, stopping it for a brief moment.

The guard slammed the skeleton into the wall. Hard. Violent.

The second skeleton vanished.

But the guard had no time to react. No time to breathe. No time to think.

Max was already there. Right in front of him. The sleep stone glowing before his helmet.

"...nap time. I’ve got you covered."

He brought it closer to his face. The guard dropped instantly—fast asleep.

Now, only the fire remained.

Max turned on his heel, searching for the group.

"...guys?"

Nothing. Only flames. And smoke.

Visibility was nearly zero.

Max narrowed his eyes and shouted:

"...Moon, you can put out the fire now!"

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the fire began to move. It didn’t go out suddenly—it shrank. As if something were absorbing it.

The flames compressed. Vanished. Swallowed whole.

And behind them—Moon appeared. Her cheeks puffed out, chewing. She swallowed, and the last trace of fire disappeared. The hallway returned to normal, covered in soot and the smell of burning.

Abby stepped forward first. She looked at the two guards on the ground, then at Max.

"...I don’t know how you managed that, little pet."

Max shrugged.

Moon smiled proudly.

"...dad always surprises."

Max ran a hand over his face, wiping off the soot. He sighed, then gave a faint smile.

"...well."

He looked at the door to the south tower.

"...let’s see if Dante’s famous wives are really here."

He reached for the handle and carefully opened the door. Silently.

But the scene on the other side hit like a punch to the face.

No one spoke. No one moved.

The room was large. Too clean. Too... organized.

And in the center—

They were there.

Dante’s six wives.

Four demonesses. Two succubi.

The succubi were caged. Locked behind silver bars.

Not just any metal. Varis narrowed his eyes the moment he saw them.

"...that’s pure silver..."

His voice came out low. Tense.

"...if they touch it, it burns their skin."

And it showed. One of them had rested her arm against the bars. Her skin was red, irritated—like a burn. Worse than sunlight.

The others weren’t in any better condition.

One demoness hung from the ceiling. Bound by her ankles. Upside down. Her torso exposed—covered in whip marks.

Old. New. Layered over each other.

Another was chained. Arms and legs spread out in a crucified position. Unable to move. Unable to cover herself. Unable to escape.

The other two demonesses were tied together. Limbs twisted and entangled in an impossible position. Painful. Inhuman.

All of them were beaten. Emaciated. Far too thin from lack of food.

And yet—

Their white dresses were immaculate. No stains. No wrinkles. As if someone made sure to preserve the "image"... even while their bodies broke.

Abby covered her mouth, trembling.

"...no..."

Her voice broke.

"...this can’t be..."

Her eyes scanned the scene, horrified.

"...my father..."

She clenched her teeth.

"...was going to give me this life..."

A tear rolled down her cheek.

"...to someone who does this..."

She couldn’t finish.

Sophie stepped forward immediately and hugged her. Firm. Protective.

"...easy, Abby."

Her voice was soft—but steady.

"...we won’t let you end up like this."

Neros clenched his fists, his gaze burning with rage.

"...seriously..."

He took a deep breath.

"...it makes me sick that people like him exist. I’d rip his head off."

Max said nothing. But his expression hardened. He glanced at Moon—and without a word, covered her eyes with his hand.

"...Moon, wait outside, please."

Moon frowned, a little annoyed—but didn’t argue. She turned around and walked out in silence.

Dorian was already moving. Instinctively. He approached the hanging demoness—the one with the whip marks. His hands began to glow. Healing magic flowed across her wounds. Gently. Carefully.

But he frowned. Something wasn’t right.

"...there’s something off..."

He muttered, focused.

"...her body..."

Pause.

"...it’s weakened."

His eyes moved across her.

"...and her senses..."

He tensed.

"...they’re altered."

Max clenched his jaw, his gaze darkening.

"...that bastard..."

The words came out like venom.

"...he drugs them."

His fists tightened.

"...and abuses them."

The room grew even colder.

The hanging demoness stirred. Barely. A faint breath. Her eyes opened—clouded. Confused.

But Dorian’s magic stabilized her.

"...thank you..."

Her voice was weak. Barely a whisper.

"...that... feels good..."

She blinked slowly. Then looked at Abby. Her eyes widened slightly, trying to focus. To recognize.

"...Abi..."

Her voice trembled.

"...Abigail...?"

Abby froze.

She stared at her—and in an instant, recognized her. Her eyes widened.

"...Elise...?"

She rushed forward without thinking. Knelt in front of her. Gently held her face.

"...it’s me..."

Her voice trembled—but held firm.

"...easy..."

Her eyes shone.

"...we’re going to get you out of here."

Elise looked at her. Still weak—but conscious now. She shook her head faintly. Afraid.

"...it’s... too dangerous..."

Varis stepped forward. Serious. Resolute.

"...Abby."

She didn’t take her eyes off Elise.

"...we’ve done our part. We need to leave."

His eyes hardened.

"...and inform the Phantom that Dante’s wives are here."

Abby swallowed. She gently held Elise’s face between her hands.

"...I promise..."

Her voice trembled.

"...we’ll come back for you."

Elise barely managed to nod.

Dorian finished his spell. The light faded slowly.

"...I left her with a soothing effect."

He stood up.

"...she won’t feel as much pain for a while."

Abby looked at him, grateful.

"...thank you, Dorian..."

He simply nodded.

Max was already at the door. Waiting.

The group withdrew.

And the room fell silent once more.