"Grandpa Odell, are you sure this is my sister's magic wand?"
After observing the small black kitten, which was still peacefully sleeping in the old man's palm and had a cute snot bubble on its pink nose, for a while, the impatient Alice couldn't help but blurt out her question.
Although the magic world featured all sorts of oddly shaped wands, a cat-shaped wand seed too absurd; how was one supposed to cast spells with it, by swinging it around by the tail every ti?
Alice shivered at the thought of her sister swinging a cat by the tail as a wand in the future.
The image was too bizarre; she didn't dare think about it anymore.
However, Dorothy herself didn't seem to mind; she curiously reached out and took the small black kitten from the old man's hands.
As soon as she held it, a wave of inexplicable affection washed over her, softening her gestures as she gently stroked the kitten's fur and smiled slightly.
It was a very beautiful kitten, its pitch-black fur marked with golden stripes, especially the small 'king' character on its forehead, which didn't look nacing at all but rather gave it a robust and adorable appearance.
Perhaps stirred by her teasing, the little one's snot bubble popped with a snap, and then it opened its bright golden vertical pupils.
"Awoo~~ ow"
She looked around warily; her hair bristled as she let out a ferocious roar that was hard to describe as anything but "super fierce". However, it didn't take long for the little one to notice Dorothy holding her, which seed to reassure her.
She wobbled to her feet on Dorothy's palm, then rubbed her head against the palm before joyously hugging Dorothy's finger, which felt like a colossal pillar to her tiny size.
Dorothy was amused by the cute action and was about to pull out her finger to tease her further, but before she could, she saw the little one open its mouth.
"Crack..."
It sounded as if sothing had shattered; bitten Dorothy felt nothing, yet the biting little one was already teary-eyed with pain but stubbornly refused to let go.
Dorothy: "..."
This little creature seed not very bright.
She turned to the shopkeeper, wanting to ask what was going on.
The old man spoke before she could ask.
"This is the psychic magic wand. Having just changed its body, this little one's spirituality has greatly increased. It has successfully transford into a form of the Spirit race and recognizes you, Miss Dorothy, as its master. It is trying to draw so of your blood to form a contract with you."
The old man said with a smile, though he was sowhat surprised as he glanced at the seemingly delicate, fair finger of his client.
"You are indeed a powerful witch. This little one may look weak and young, but its strength is similar to that of the Soul-Nourishing Wood used for its body, which is much stronger than typical steel alloys; it couldn't even break the defense. You might as well give her a drop of your blood willingly."
Ah well...
On hearing this, Dorothy felt a bit uncomfortable. With a thought, an invisible layer of scale armor around her dissipated, and then a drop of scalding hot blood emitting astonishing warmth was forced out of her body.
The kitten didn't mind the heat, so it happily released the barely hanging grip of its mouth, ran over, and licked the blood drop with its tender pink tongue.
Shortly thereafter, a brilliant pentagram ford beneath the little one. The next mont, Dorothy could vividly feel a new connection between them; she could clearly sense the little one's feelings of happiness, admiration, and affection, mixed with a touch of grievance.
"Isn't this a Familiar Contract?"
As a top student on the path to full-ti dedication, Dorothy easily recognized the origin of the beautiful Magic Array that had just flashed by. She looked at the old shopkeeper with so confusion.
"Well, psychic magic wands are truly living beings, so it's only natural to use a contract ant for living things rather than for inanimate objects. They are more like familiars, and a Familiar Contract suits them better."
The old man explained patiently.
Hearing this explanation, Dorothy suddenly understood.
Familiars are also a very important component of a witch's combat power. Skilled witches always have a group of variously functional familiars around them, who would be the most loyal and useful companions for the witch.
However, excellent familiars are usually hard to find, sothing stumbled upon rather than sought, and the first familiar often holds special significance for witches. They invest more emotions, after all, everything is always more impressive the first ti.
Therefore, Dorothy, being sowhat picky in this regard, had yet to make a contract with a familiar.
Sea Moon Floating Island, being a minor city, was sowhat rustic. The familiar shops in the city only sold the most common and lowest-tier familiars, with no rare species, so she had originally planned to check the shops at the Witch Academy after enrollnt.
However, she no longer needed to fret about this now, as the small creature in her hand was now both her Magic Wand and her first familiar.
"Now, please give her a na, Miss Dorothy. Afterward, call out her na, and you will truly see your new Magic Wand."
The old shopkeeper urged.
This made Dorothy slightly conflicted as she was not very good at naming things.
In her previous life, she had raised so cats and dogs, but she often nad them casually; a white one would be called Little White, and a black one, Little Black.
But now, as her first familiar, she could not be so casual with this little creature in her hands.
After all, in this magic world, a na often contains great strength. Naming soone, especially giving a True Na to one's familiar, is a very serious matter.
In this world, the first na any creature receives is known as its True Na. The recipient typically shares so of the nar's power, but at the sa ti, they are bound by the True Na.
The True Na is both a blessing and a binding, hence, keeping one's True Na secret from others is basic common sense in this world.
Since the True Na is so important, it naturally must be chosen carefully. This na usually contains the nar's blessing, and so nas even influence the recipient's fate to so extent. If Dorothy carelessly gave her small creature the True Na "Little Black," it could potentially ruin this precious psychic magic wand.
"Tsk, if it can't be called Little Black, then what should it be? Let think, did I have any nice cat nas in my past life that also had so special blessings?"
Dorothy pondered deeply and after a while, she lifted her head in surprise.
She had thought of a na, perhaps the most suitable na for a cat.
However, she didn't intend to say it out loud, after all, True Nas are ant to be kept secret; ideally, only the nar and the recipient should know.
Luckily, having just signed the Familiar Contract, Dorothy closed her eyes, and through the link of the Familiar Contract, she conveyed the True Na to the small creature.
"I, your master Dorothy, bestow upon you the na Sekht Mut Wadjet Bastet. Now, show your power, Bastet."
In their psychic connection, as soon as Dorothy finished speaking, a piercing cat's ow sounded, but increasingly it turned majestic, soon transforming into a roar like that of a tiger.
"ow~roar~"
When Dorothy opened her eyes again, she was holding a beautifully ornate Long Wand in her hands.
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