I woke up in my own room, and my body didn't feel anything different.

It was the master who brought me back, right? Why was the master so angry at that time?

"Knock knock knock."

A knock sounded at the door of the room, and I shouted from the bed in response, "Come in!"

My heart suddenly stuttered, wondering whether it was the master who came knocking. Would I upset her with such a ladylike tone of voice?

The door opened and I was relieved to see that it was Lindsay who came in.

"Ilotia-sama."

The maids stood in front of me, heads bowed and hands pinned in front of them.

I lifted the covers and sat up, realizing that I was wearing a white nightgown. But that’s right that my dress had not only become riddled with holes, it was also stained with the blood of those creatures I had killed. It’s the right thing to change it.

"My clothes, did you change them?"

The two maids shook their heads. Daisy said, "It was the Demon Lord who changed it."

I froze slightly. Would the master even change my clothes herself?

"Lord Demon King said you were awake, and she was also the one who called us over, so please command us if there is anything."

Even through a wall, can my master read my mind? This feeling of being bound grew stronger and stronger. And at the same time I really felt that I was the slave of my master, and I had no freedom in front of her. Thoughts were spied on, and I had to do whatever she ordered me to do, or else she would torture me.

"Ilotia-sama, actually the demon lord has been very gentle to you."

Perhaps because she saw my heavy expression, Lindsay said with her head lowered.

I looked out of the window under the dark sky with a few sparse stars hanging. Maybe for the people of this world, the people of this demon kingdom, it seems that the demon lord has been very gentle to me. However, I was not treated like this in my previous life.

"I have nothing more to do now, you guys go out first."

After the maids left, I laid down again.

I carefully reviewed the battle scenes of the day, but what lingered in my mind was the face of my master that was so angry before I passed out.

I think that the last massacre was controlled by the master, probably due to the effect of the contract. I couldn't kill those Lamorosaurus with my kind heart at that time, and the master must have been unable to bear what I had done before she activated that effect to take over the dominance of my body.

So the master must have been disappointed with me. After all, I was the hope of their demon race. If I couldn't be as ruthless as a killing machine in war, I was no different from a waste, right?

I didn’t know why I feel blocked in my heart when I think of the disappointment hidden under my master's angry face.

I got out of bed, walked to the dresser and stood in front of the mirror.

I looked at my dull countenance in the mirror, with long hair to my waist and wearing downbeated look.

Pulling on the collar of my pajamas, the snowflake-like mark, icy blue, was beautiful.

But when I saw the hidden cleavage on my chest, my face instantly flushed.

Calm down. Calm down. This is me.

My hands trembled as I touched my own breasts, and I froze. It turned out that this part of a girl, the breasts, is so soft..

Realizing my perverted thoughts, I immediately let go of my hand.

The master was in the next room, so she must have read my mind.

In that case, she must also know that I was a man in my previous life, right?

I took a deep breath and took off all my clothes in front of the mirror. Besides, my two snowy white legs, like hills, stood out. When I looked down, I found that my underwear was not the same as the one I was wearing before I passed out.

Taking another deep breath, I removed the last of my defenses and was bare underneath.

Standing completely naked in front of the mirror, I was so mesmerized by the girl in the mirror that I couldn't move my eyes.

Probably the girl in the mirror was 17 years old, slender waist, snow white jade hands. Her long blue hair looked so smooth and light, no hint of fat on her belly and legs, and a nice shape down there.

But ... suddenly I kneeled on the ground.

But it turned out that this unbelievably beautiful girl was someone's slave, just a killing tool. That’s why the master didn't care about changing my clothes for me, right. So she must not care if I was male or female in my previous life, no matter how embarrassed my identity was, I was just a tool of war for her. If I didn't use my abilities in the warfire, I would be nothing more than a waste to my master.

Recalling the Earth, the blue sphere of life, the land of peace, I understood that I couldn’t go back to the Earth anymore.

I have no one to rely on in this world either, so I have to listen to my master.

Wiping away my tears and putting back on my clothes, I returned to my bed and lay down.

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Whatever my inner mind is, my master doesn’t care about my entanglements anyway.

Finally I re-entered the dream world.

The perspective in my dream world was the fact that I was behind a girl.

It was a girl with flowing blue hair, wearing a long white dress.

Behind her back grew light blue wings of light, like the wings of an angel, she just stood in the air.

I could see the spectacular sight under this girl, the dense demon soldiers advancing in their armor.

Ahead was a city with human soldiers guarding it.

In a flash the girl turned into a beam of light and swooped towards the city gate.

The walls of the city collapsed instantly, smoke and dust rolled and mud flew.

Even without the sound, I could imagine the magnificent momentum of that scene at that time.

The girl led the demon army to bloodbath through the entire city, a million times more gruesome than when I slaughtered Lamoron.

The blood ran off the gray floor of the city, the scaled buildings were painted with countless stains of blood, and the rivers were dyed red.

The girl,like a killing machine, went on a killing spree , without mercy.

Of course I knew who the girl was. Look, the girl's face was exactly mine.