A day later, we got on Cross and prepared to go catch up with the large group.

I was still sitting behind the master. Because it was winter, the air temperature plummeted, even now it was in the noon. Cross flied up, strong wind blowing through and setting off a chilling cold.

Because my physique is special, cold wind just makes me feel a little cold, but I will not feel any discomfort.

The master is different from me. She is just an ordinary demon species. Although her physical quality is stronger than humans and large forces of demons, she is ultimately still mortal.

The master has exerted magic to create a shield to let the surrounding air flow much weaker, but it was still cold.

"Master, let me...hold you."

After hesitating for a while, I want to reduce the burden for the master a little. My stored magic power is much stronger than the average demon's, so it is no problem for me to provide continuous warmth for my master for three days and three nights.

"Okay."

The master replied after a while. I reached out to hug my master with reassurance, pressing my head to her back and pressing her red hair that kept flying.

A faint warmth emanating from my body wrapped around me and my master. I was breathing in the fragrance of my master's body. This fragrance gave me a strong and reliable sense of reassurance.

I held the master's thin waist even tighter.

I imagined the usual appearance of the master, slender waist, red pupils and delicate face. Even if I have recalled the master's appearance repeatedly, I will not feel tired.

I can be sure that the master did not read my mind now, so I can feel free to think about the master in my mind.

At first my master didn’t peek into my inner thoughts, I have been used to asking questions about the master in my mind. What’s more, I even feel a bit troubled by the master not reading my mind.

But in the end it was this fresh feeling of having been valued by the master that made me give up the idea of actively requiring the master to read my mind again.

After a day of adaptation yesterday, I also slowly came back to my sense. I know what situation I am in now. The master’s kindness to me is based on the premise that I am useful to her.

Why am I still thinking about gaining my master's trust?

I don't know the reason. Now I have become dependent on the master mentally. If I don’t see my master in a day, I always feel at loss.

In fact, the master is just strict with me on the respect of killing, but she doesn’t mind and doesn't get annoyed about everything else about me, including the trivial things that I think about every day.

So everything I have is in the hands of the master. In other words, it means that the master is willing to accept everything from me. Thinking here, I hugged my master tightly and passed the warmth of my chest to her.

For something like kindness, it is enough for me and your master to have.

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It was not the first time for me to see siege war. But it was the first time for me to participate in this war.

I don't know if I can blast the walls with my own strength, but it's not very good to have to repair the walls if they are blown apart by me. It seems that moats don’t exist in the cities in this world. The only thing used to protect the cities are the towering walls.

For the city gates, I can try to break through them so that I can pave the way for the demon soldiers behind and help them advance.

But now the siege war has not yet begun. The demons soldiers were just discussing. I didn’t understand well what they were talking. Of course, I did not offer any useful advice, and also took up an extra position, but everyone did not have any complaints against me.

I can not concentrate on listening to them. It seems like: my math was only the level of junior high school, but I had to go to a college for studying advanced mathematics class. Wow , it was boring and unintelligible for me.

Now I just sat in the chair and pretended to concentrate on listening to the master carefully.

I found that once the master came to these public occasions, she would become particularly serious and indifferent, exuding a queen's aura of arrogance. Everyone was respectful to the master, while I was attracted by this aura of the master.

This sense of intimidation reminded me of those days when my master abused me and trampled on me fiercely. When I imagined kneeling at my master's feet, my heart beat a little faster. More ludicrously, I actually fantasized about being tied by my master again.

The thought was just a flash. In a short time, I came back to my sense out of the fantasy.

A little chagrined, I waved away those unnatural thoughts and refocused on the master again.

The master leaned back in her chair and listened quietly as the soldiers reported their information to the master.

All of them are very serious in talking about national affairs, even Nora will occasionally put forward some radical views, but I am the only one who is obsessed with the beauty of the master, and can not help it.

But to keep myself from losing my concentration again, I took my eyes off the master's face and sat upright at the long table. I nodded my head after each report, pretending I was listening carefully.

Finally I could stand up after my master said the meeting could be adjourned.

Following the stream of people, I slipped behind my master and followed her out of the tent.

However, it didn't take long for Heath Relia to follow. I felt uncomfortable by the fact that Heath Relia once again took away my time alone with my master.

Heath Relia just bowed her head slightly to the master and gave a light smile.

"Demon Lord, can I have a moment alone with Ilotia?"