It was already afternoon when the master came back, and I didn't know that I had been reading for so long that I didn't even have lunch.

The master glanced at me. I thought she could read my inner thoughts that I have known more about this world.

After the master sent Lindsay and Daisy away, it was just me and the master standing quietly in the room. I stood silently in front of her with my head down waiting for her orders.

"If there's nothing else, go back and get some rest."

I looked up at my master, her face had an extra softness to it, and the indifference from before had subsided a lot.

"Yes."

I had just taken two steps to go when I was called by my master again.

"Come with me to the city of Kroni tomorrow."

Kroni City? I looked at her in confusion.

"Kroni City is a border city of our demon race. I guess there will be a war soon, take you there."

"Yes, master."

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I went back to my room and organized my thoughts for the day.

First, about the knowledge of Ilotia, the first two generations of Ilotia had positions, especially the second generation of Ilotia. Besides, the second generation of Ilotia could lead her own troops to war, she was quite free, which meaned I was the only one who was treated as a slave.

In fact, it can be said that I am a slave, which made me very awkward. Indeed I have to do whatever the master says, but the treatment is much better than that of common slaves. According to what Lindsay and Daisy have said before, I am the master's unique slave.

Back to the question of Ilotia, the reason for the destruction of the second generation of Ilotia was not recorded in the history books. Moreover, the last Demon King did not make Ilotia.

Is it because something went wrong with the second generation of Ilotia that caused the last Demon King not to make the third generation of Ilotia? The third generation of Ilotia, I , which was created by my master, was put on a collar and given the title of slave?!?

I wanted to ask my master about this reason, but I was a little afraid of her.

I stretched out my left hand to look at my smooth palm and touched the flesh on my arm with my right hand, it was so soft. I never thought such a feminine body would be a powerful weapon.

I ask myself in my mind what my purpose is.

It's very simple. I want to be free, take back my human rights. I don't want to kill, and want to be a good person.

It is impossible. For me, the obstacle is my master if I want to accomplish my goals.

However, I have to say that I have become a little numb these days and have even begun to get used to the identity of a slave. Although the master is indifferent and cool, she didn’t make any excessive demands on me other than to kill.

The life expectancy of Ilotia is unknown, which means I don't know how long I can live.

I cannot help but sigh in confusion. Come on, forget it.

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Just thinking about it until late afternoon, I felt a little hungry, because I didn't get lunch at noon.

I wanted to go out to look for Lindsay and Daisy, but just as I opened the door, I ran into my master who was passing by my room.

"Good evening, master."

Perhaps due to the influence of Lindsay and Daisy, I greet my master more and more obediently and gently like a maid.

The master stopped and looked at me.

"Come with me."

What's up again? But I didn't dare refuse her, I had to follow her with my hungry stomach.

The master led me through the hall and towards the other side of the corridor.

The sound of shoes on the floor echoed in the silent corridor. It was a bit dark because it was evening.

After about three minutes, the master stopped at a room and opened the door.

Inside stood Lindsay and Daisy, and in the middle of the room there was a long table covered with a white tablecloth and a plate of meat and vegetables on the table.

The bright white light shone in the room making it like daylight.

The two maids gave me a slightly puzzled look when they saw me.

"You guys go out, and Ilotia will eat with me."

"Yes, Lord Demon King."

The two maids answered, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

Looking at the dishes on the table, the master usually eats here, while Lindsay and Daisy brings the lunch and dinner to my room.

I followed my master to the table and watched her sit down.

I felt very uncomfortable, like a heavy stone had been in my heart, so I asked out.

"Master, I am your slave. It is not worthy of me to eat dinner with you at the same table?!?"

The master turned her head to look at me, as always, without any expression.

"Sit down."

She directly ignored my question. I felt very upset and walked to the other side of the table, slowly pulled out the stool and sat down.

Watching the master pick up her knife and fork, I felt uneasy.

The master stopped and looked up at me.

"Don't be so nervous."

"But ......"

The master must read my inner thoughts, now I feel ambivalent. I am a slave but I am not treated like a slave. Having dinner with my master made me feel out of place.

"As long as you listen to my orders and don't disobey me, it doesn't matter what else you do. You can walk around the castle or go out to play. You don't need to be careful and scared in front of me either. I won't be mad at you for doing anything in front of me."

I nodded a little dazed. I suddenly felt that the master became much warmer. I was more her pet than her slave. But compared with a pet, I lacked a willful trait which a pet can behave in front of its master.

I was relaxed, quietly lowered my head and picked up a knife and fork to have dinner.

It was the first time that I ate with a knife and fork so I was not very comfortable. Thanks to Lindsay and Daisy who taught me how to use them, they were really gentle and considertate.

I just swallowed a slice of meat , thought about my awkward way of using a knife and fork, and then looked up at my master.

Compared to my clumsy way, the master's way of cutting meat, forking the meat with a fork, and slowly chewing food, made her graceful and serene, without making a sound all the time.

The master's hair was draped behind her, dark red bangs lying quietly in front of her forehead, half covering the willow-like eyebrows, red eyelashes sweeping gently with the eyes twinkling , the pair of ruby pupils that I couldn’t sleep without thinking about it, her eyes calm as rivers, which made me fascinated.

But the master’s eyes blinked a little, frowned a little, her eyes turned in my direction.

I knew I have offended the master a little, after all, it was rude to keep staring at the master, so I lowered my head in panic.

However, the master did not say anything more, and continued to enjoy dinner quietly.