It goes without saying that Hernie is an orphan.

She has no family, and she has lived under the name Hernie since she became conscious.

"Your name is Hernie."

The director of the orphanage was an amiable aunt.

She hugged the young Hernie, looked at her in her arms, and took off the name.

But when she was young, no one liked her except the dean.

Just because she has a pair of bright yellow eyes.

Those eyes are different from ordinary people, and they can even shine at night.

It looks like the eyes of an animal.

So everyone was scared of her, and no one wanted to play with her.

Over time, from the mouth of the dean, she learned that this orphanage was funded by a wealthy mage.

He has supported an unknown number of children, including her.

Although Hernie understood that the mage was not specially here for her.

But the identity of the mage still planted the seeds of dreams in her heart.

She fantasized that the mages must be noble and great.

It can help countless people, and at the same time, it can also have enough wealth.

However, the road to becoming a mage was extremely difficult.

The study of magic requires expensive magic books, which are rare and valuable.

It is almost an unattainable treasure for ordinary people.

Only the homes of the nobles kept these magic books, but they did not pass them on.

By chance, Hernie received a batch of old books donated by the mage to the orphanage, which was mixed with some magic books.

Because no one in the orphanage could become a mage, and the director didn't understand the true value of magic books, she was just an ordinary person.

And the education that the empire pursued was a high education rate.

In other words, even when orphans grow up normally, they should have the ability to read words.

Therefore, these books were used as reading items in the orphanage, and they were provided for the children to read at will.

It's just that for the other children in the orphanage, the books are nothing more than boring piles of paper.

But for Herney, they are a precious key to the wizarding world.

Having no playmates since childhood, Hernie's daily routine has become the company of books.

She used these books to teach herself about magic, and she swam in the ocean of knowledge alone.

Every year, the mage who contributed the money would give away some magic books, and after the orphanage received them, she could read them.

She was very grateful to the old mage, but the other party had never shown up in front of her.

In this way, Hernie began reading books for almost ten years from a young age.

She flipped through almost every magic book, her mind was full of magic runes and spells, and her understanding of magic was even deeper and more unique.

But......

Henie has no magical powers.

Maybe you can't become a mage by self-study, she thought to herself.

The Royal Academy of Magic in the royal capital holds a grand entrance exam every year.

This exam is open to everyone, regardless of whether they are high or low.

Civilians who demonstrate exceptional talent will not only be admitted to school, but may also receive free accommodation and scholarships.

Henie saw this as an opportunity.

With a deep understanding of magical theory, Hernie not only got into the academy, but also shocked everyone with a unique perfect score.

However, college life was not the paradise she had dreamed of.

After some testing, the Academy discovered that Hennie did not have the innate talent to perform magic.

This means that she can't generate magic in her body and can't resonate with the magic in the air.

She couldn't be a mage.

At the same time, a heart-wrenching piece of news came.

The philanthropic mage went bankrupt due to his excessive generosity, and the orphanage's source of funding came to an abrupt halt, and the doors had to be closed.

The collapse of the orphanage symbolizes the loss of Hernie's only home.

Hernie can only stay in the academy and must make sure that she cannot be kicked out of the academy.

Otherwise, she would have to become a wanderer.

At that time, Hernie was only sixteen years old.

She couldn't feel bad about not being able to become a mage, she needed to keep learning this knowledge to keep herself in the academy.

Because there is no way back for her.

She became more withdrawn, deaf to the gazes and whispers around her.

Hernie chose to wear a voluminous black robe to hide herself from curious or pitying glances.

In solitude and quiet, she devoted all her time to studying.

Strive to be the top in every exam and prove yourself with strength.

Although Hernie has not been able to become a mage, her achievements in magical knowledge are impossible for the Academy to ignore.

When she first graduated, she submitted her resume to the academy and wanted a position as a magic teacher.

However, a magic teacher needs to become a full-fledged mage, and a theory of magic alone is not enough.

The Academy denied her request and told Henie College that it could keep her.

But she could only become a teaching assistant, and the first time she officially became a mage.

Fortunately, this is also a job.

The job of the teaching assistant is to help the magic professors to reduce the burden of teaching.

Hernie was ready to become a teaching assistant, and she was willing to do so, even if she was tired.

However.

Not being able to become a mage became the reason why every professor was unwilling to choose her.

She became lost and even a little autistic for the first time.

She had dedicated the first half of her life to the profession of mage.

I obviously thought that as long as I graduated, I would be able to get through it.

But reality always brutally hits her hard

It was as if everyone was telling her.

If you can't become a mage, don't force yourself into it.

Just when Hernie was disheartened and almost gave up, the academy unexpectedly arranged a job for her.

She was assigned as an exclusive teaching assistant to a new professor, who was a relation.

But he had been the youngest genius, and at the age of twenty he had become a third-order mage.

The problem is that this professor's temperament and reputation are not very good, especially like minors.

So the college gave Herney a choice whether or not to work for the professor.

Herney's teacher once taught her that life is full of choices.

It's just that Hennie didn't have a choice at that time.

If she didn't work, the academy would kick her out.

Then give it a try.

He likes underage and Hernie feels like an adult.

The other party will definitely not like her.

And the other party can't like her, she is just an ordinary person who can't be more ordinary.

With this in mind, Hernie carefully sorted out the books.

Even in order to make a good first impression on the other party, she arrived at the Mage Tower early and cleaned the office with her own hands.

She stood still in front of the mirror, practicing the etiquette of welcoming a new professor.

"Hello? No, no, I have to use honorifics. ”

"Hello? Smile, smile. ”

She kept reminding herself:

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath, Hernie, you can do it."

For her, this job is not only an opportunity to continue to stay at the college, but also a commitment to the future.

To do this, she had to make sure she had the right posture.

Even if the choice may be wrong.

But once chosen.

It must be taken wholeheartedly and seriously.

Finally, the time for inspection has arrived.

As the teleportation array slowly lit up in front of her, the light revealed the characters that were coming.

Hernie took a deep breath, though her heart was still nervous.

Still staring intently at the light, I saw the back of a man in a pitch-black trench coat.

Hernie mustered up the courage to say that—

A greeting she thought she would never regret for the rest of her life.

"You're Mr. Victor?"

"I ...... I'm Hernie, your TA. ”

……

Victor was convinced that what he had pronounced was the demon's real name.

He remembered every demon's name clearly.

Knowing the power of reciting the demon's true name, he could force a trade with the demon and gain absolute control over it.

However, when he pronounced the demon's real name, he did not gain control of the transaction.

Instead, he accidentally came into contact with Heney's memories.

From the moment she realized it, she first became a teaching assistant at the Academy of Magic.

Her life was very monotonous, and even eighty percent of these memories were images of her learning about magic.

Victor didn't get any useful answers from these memories.

The only thing that might be useful is......

"These memories prove that from the moment I existed, I was 'Hernie.'"

As the words fell, a familiar female figure appeared beside him.

And as soon as she appeared, Hernie's eyes were already on him.

It seemed that as long as she had him in her sight, Hernie's eyes could not accommodate anything else.

A single figure would fill all her sights.

"What I want to say to you is that I only have one name."

"And the name, I've told you from the beginning."

Her voice trembled a little, perhaps because Victor had called another name.

She didn't understand.

Obviously, she tried her best to express her love, and wanted to dedicate herself to the person she loved the most.

But this overflowing love was rejected by the other party in another way.

Reciting the demon's true name means that the owner can gain the absolute initiative of the other party.

But......

"Why?"

At this moment, this voice brought a little heartbreak,

With her sad and excessive trembling,

It's like the broken and scattered crystals peeling off to the earth one by one, bouncing up chaotic echoes,

And this subtle echo made the crystal that was about to shatter tremble.

Obviously, this world is so vast, but it doesn't want to accommodate a wandering crystal flower,

"Even though you don't have your real name, I'm just as willing to be controlled by you......"

Herney's palms were pressed against her chest, and her fingertips were gently intertwined, clenched together.

As she had said, even if Victor was silent.

All it takes is a slight glance and a brief command.

She will willingly do everything for him.

Because she's Heney.

"Everything about Hernie is given by you."

This time, her voice was tinged with a trembling cry.

It was as if the tide of grief condensed into cold crystals in her throat, clogging her voice and making every word accompanied by a piercing pain.

Those memories are just telling Victor.

Her lifeline, tightly bound to Victor.

The reason why she is still Hernie is because of Victor's existence.

He gave her a new life and brought her salvation from the brink of despair.

If it weren't for Victor, she might have starved to death in the streets of indifference.

Because she only has a body of magical knowledge, not the slightest bit of magic.

Other than that, Hernie has nowhere else to go.

At this point, there is no more lust demon named "Hernie".

"So, please don't turn down Hernie."

Hernie's face was raised again, and her slightly lowered brow revealed pleading, unwillingness, and sadness.

The rapid breathing seemed to tell that she was about to cry, like a lost child who didn't want to be abandoned, delicate and pitiful.

"Without you, Henie loses all meaning."