For the next few days, my master kept taking me to the wild to kill animals which were from dragons as big as 30 meters tall to rats the size of a hand.

Across the tops of mountains and through low valleys, the killing grounds changed from one to another.

Every night I would have multiple dreams about the battle and would wake up with them clearly etched in my mind.

I actually had a lot of combat knowledge in my head already, and fighting against those large creatures was just a way for me to refresh those memories all over again.

I also probably understood how terrifying my ability was, opening up to the tenth level, dozens of 30+ meter giant dragons could be killed by me, but it would take a little time. Although it is not a body controlled by my own will either, it was the master who took control of my body because she saw that I couldn't defeat so many giant dragons.

Now, with animals I can basically kill them without any hesitation, as long as the master gives the order. Although there is still occasional internal and instinctive mercifulness for killing cute animals like cute cats and bouncing rabbits, I have no choice. With my master's training, the velocity I kill animals is much faster than that of winking my eyes.

Today, I killed the third dragon with my own will to control my body under the ability of the tenth floor at the sunset. The blood stained the whole body and the smell of blood filled the nose.

The master still jumped over to my side after the end of the spectacle.

"Today, well done."

The master actually complimented me, it felt like all the hard work these days was worth it, but when I looked over at the master, she didn't look much happier.

I raised my head and looked ahead.

The broken pieces of those dragons' bodies were still bleeding, glowing with brightness under the sunset.

When strong enough, weapons are useless to me, because I can make swords out of magic.

Sitting on Cross's back, we go home together behind the master's back.

In the clearing in front of that palace of the master stood several male demon soldiers, and in the middle of them knelt a white demon with his hands and feet chained by handcuffs.

After sending Cross away, the master looked at this man with an expressionless face.

The white-clad demon, whose horns were very short and whose black hair almost covered her small brown horns, saw me standing beside the master, stained all over with blood, and her face turned instantly white.

"Lord Demon, I was wrong. Please let me go."

Her two eyes shone with tears as she pleaded with my master.

"Ilotia, kill her."

However, the master did not give her the slightest mercy, but only ordered me in an icy tone.

"No! Don't! Don't! Lord Ilotia, please, don't kill me!"

In an instant she cried out, tossing her head frantically.

But I had never killed anyone before, and I turned my head to look at my master with difficulty.

"Master, what crime has she committed?"

"Leaking information about the birth of Irodia to humans."

I wasn't sure what the consequences were for leaking my information to humans, but I couldn't lay my hands on someone who was begging me with tears in front of her eyes, and I could feel her desire to live too much to be ruthless. I can kill animals because I can't feel their emotions and can’t see their expressions.

And this female demon looked quite pretty so that I can't kill her indifferently.

I think the master must have known what I was thinking inside, but this time the master was surprisingly not angry. She just walked up to the white demon with no expression, bowed down and grabbed the slender neck of the white demon.

"Don't...don't ...demon lord, don't ..."

"Irodia. Watch this."

Over the pleading voice of the man, I heard my master's words.

"Hold her legs down."

The master said towards the soldiers.

"Yes."

The soldiers obeyed the order and pressed the woman's legs with their hands, and then with a the sound of "bared ..." (You can picture the bloody scene in your mind. ). Look, blood gushed out and stained the master's red dress.

I watched dumbfounded as this happened in just a moment.

The master turned back to me, and her face was stained with blood.

The head lying in the master's hand, was dead, tears still in her eyes, and her black hair was stained with slow drips of her own blood.

I saw the soldiers behind my master show a distinctly unforgiving expression.

The master walked up to me, no emotion visible in her expression. However, it was because of this that her expressionless face was stained with blood and wore the look of unconcern, which made that her countenance become ghast.

"Take it."

I took the head in my master's hand with my trembling hands, a warm flow of blood dripping onto my own hands.

"Look at her face."

I lowered my head and reversed the head in my hand to the front, the woman’s eyes turned completely white and a wave of vomiting came over me, which I did my best to restrain.

"Remember?"

The master's voice was unexpectedly somewhat soft, and I nodded in a daze. How could I possibly forget such a situation?

Then the master grabbed the black hair of the head in my hands, hoisted this head and threw it back to her corpse.

"The body is taken to be disposed of, and this head is taken to be shown to the public."

"Yes."

The soldier changed back to a serious expression the moment the master turned around, unaware that my eyes were the master's eyes.

But surprisingly, the master did not reprimand them, but just watched quietly as they carried the bodies away.

"Go back."

The master turned around and I followed her into the palace, the man's dead miserable situation playing over and over in my mind.