A powerful pressure came from the sky, and I looked up to see Cross stirring its wings.

The strong wind seemed to be loaded with invisible blades, and the groves in front of me collapsed, clearing a field for Cross to descend.

Cross smoothed its wings and swooped down from the distant sky.

The wind howled, long blue hair all floated behind, I was trying not to get naked by pressing on the dress, fortunately, I leaned against the tree behind me, or may be blew away by this gale.

The wind was still. Cross gathered its wings. Seeing the master on it, it was surprising to see a sense of long absence.

The master jumped off of Cross, still in the same dark red dress from this morning. I looked up to see her usual cool red pupils.

I stood up and patted my skirt, then got down on one knee.

By the time the master walked up to me, there was immense internal panic, which the master must have sensed.

The master was still wearing the same pair of black high heels from this morning, her tall legs wrapped in attractive black silk, the dark red hem of her skirt was black.

I smiled and slowly lifted my head, a few strands of long dark red hair spread in front of my body, covering the bulge in the chest. The master's face was still indifferent and cool just as when I first met.

"Master, you're here, huh?"

"Get up."

The same icy tone as always, no, the master has spoken to me in a much softer tone since I would listen to her and kill animals, only now it was back to its original form.

"Yes, master."

Standing up on command, I tried to restrain the trembling in my heart so it wouldn't extend to my body. I didn't know what kind of punishment I would receive, so I had to give up my dignity for a moment to play the role of a good slave to my master.

However, I forgot that my master could read my inner thoughts.

Despite of this, I couldn't help but think about it in my mind.

"Come back with me."

The master turned around after saying that. I silently followed her. It would be better if the master had said "come home with me".

How I wish I had a warm home, even in the other world.

But there was no time to think about such beautiful things, I had to be prepared for the master's punishment.

The master didn't grab my hand and jumped up by herself, probably because I already had the ability to jump on the back of Cross directly without her because of my second-ranked abilit.

I jumped on the back of Cross, and soon, Cross also slowly waved its wings.

As Cross hurdled upward fast, the feeling of being overweight ocupied my mind as usual. I grabbed the feathers on Cross's body tightly.

Looking at the master close to me, shuddering, I let go of my hands and hugged her. I could feel the master's body tremble slightly, because I hugged her in the moment of thinking, not giving her the time to peek inside me.

If I am doom to die, maybe it happens to make the punishment a little less severe.

But surprisingly my master had no comment or any struggle.

Relaxed, hugging the master tightly, I felt the rare warmth.

The master is actually quite gentle, just I don’t take the initiative to feel, was I just deceived by her cool appearance?

I have put the escape behind my mind and breathed in the aroma of my master.

My face was slightly pressed against the master's butterfly bone. I was looking up at the twinkling stars, the wind lifting our long red and blue hair. It was a little cold at night, so I hugged the master even tighter. Almost all the wind and waves were blocked by the master sitting in front of me, which has been a fact that I finally realized.

The master sitting in front must be very cold, right? It is true that the master is actually a warm-hearted person who pretends to be a cool person.

I thought to myself so deceptively, but still I wanted time to stop at this moment.

Under the starry sky, there were two unworldly and independent girls, one red-haired, the other blue-haired, riding a Griffin, passing by like shooting stars in the night sky.

If nothing else affected , it would be nice for these two people to be here quietly.

Perhaps I was afraid that my master would punish me too badly when I went back, I clung to the master, feeling her temperature greedily as if it were the last warmth.