The nickname “Mad Dog” wasn’t something you could just slap on anyone.
After all, “Mad Dog” was an exceptionally finicky nickname—one you could barely earn only if you had a vicious temperament, weren’t a woman, weren’t a noble, weren’t an ordinary petty bourgeois either, and were instead some middle manager or lower-class ruffian.
“Hello.”
In other words, Diana Diabeluna—who stood before me as a noble, a woman, and the sole child of a ducal house—
Was a monumental figure who had broken through all those obstacles and prejudices to earn the nickname “Mad Dog.”
“You’ve been kidnapped. Got it?♡”
And that Mad Dog had bitten me.
Why?