"It's me—"

As a female Alpha, Doris had been educated to protect Omegas ever since her parents were still alive.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." This had become Doris's motto, which she kept in her heart.

In fact, not just Omegas, but all those who were pitiful and bullied fell within Doris's scope of protection.

Her father had passed away early, and Doris, who had dropped out of school early, had learned to fish from an early age, managing to scrounge up some seafood products when fishing boats arrived.

But picking up an Omega like this was a first for her.

The Omega she found was a little idiot who couldn't say anything but the two words "Caesar". But she wasn't entirely idiotic, at least she knew how to eat and go to the bathroom when needed, and she didn't let people touch her when changing clothes.

She was also highly vigilant. When a person with ill intentions tried to touch her, this one called "Nightingale" broke the person's arm.

Doris's home was in an old res