I never expected that Heath Relia was coming for me. Before I thought I was going to bother their coversation between the master and Heath Relia again.

Seeing my master nod, I dutifully went with Heath Relia.

It was now dark.

Soldiers were stationed at various posts. I guess we were still going to a place where no one could hear our conversation.

"General Heath Relia, Lord Ilotia."

Two soldiers standing guard greeted us with smiles on their faces when they saw Heath Relia.

I just nodded like my master.

"Well, good work."

And Heath Relia returned the smile and waved her hand at them.

"Thank you for your condolences, General Heath Relia. We won't miss anything."

Heath Relia didn't say anything more, but just kept her elegant smile and nodded, and led me on my way.

These soldiers felt different when they greeted Heath Relia than when I was with my master.

One obvious difference is that these soldiers are very happy to see Heath Relia and speak in a much more relaxed tone, while they look very cautious when they see the master, and are very afraid of her.

After all, the master is the queen of the demon species. If they say something wrong in front of the master, she will punish them once she felt a little upset.

Finally we came to the side of a cliff. Heath Relia turned her back to the moonlight, purple curly hair gently tossed over her shoulders, and I also stopped.

"I hear from Furtoril that she's not spying on your inner thoughts now."

Looking at Heath Relia's usual gentle smile, I nodded.

"And do you feel something particular? Or do you feel a sense of relief without being spied on your minds?"

A sense of relief?

No, I don't think so.

So I shook my head.

"Only a sense of freshness."

Heath Relia walked up to me with the same faint smile on her face.

"Freshness?"

"Hmm."

"Well, then, let's not talk about that."

"How do you feel about Furtoril now?"

"I just still want to be around her, to make her happy, and to gain her approval."

After my inner thoughts were no longer in control, there was no change from before, except that now I can slightly become rational and can analyze the situation around rationally.

"Is that so?"

Heath Relia walked in sideways and stood beside me, looking ahead side by side with me. Then her smile faded away, and was replaced by a sensitive expression.

"What do you think of the world?"

"There is good and bad in this world. At least now I think it is not bad."

Because I no longer resent killing. It's all for my own survival, and for my master.

"How true that you are from the other world. In this world, many people find boring here. There are always full of killing between humans and demons, with endless disputes and greater hatred."

"Just take the human kingdom and occupy it, right? Just crush humans under our feet and make them never turn over."

Heath Relia turned her head and stared at me in surprise. After a while, Heath Relia shook her head again with a helpless smile.

"It’s hard to say. So let's get back to the most interesting topic to you: your master. Do you want to know about her past?"

My eyes widened with excitement at the mention of this. I twitched my pointed ears, nodding my head to indicate that I was very interested in it.

Heath Relia looked at me , as if an adult was holding a candy and asking a child if she wanted to eat it, and I was the child.

"When Furtoril was a child, it was the most prosperous time of our magic kingdom, which I said before. So as a child , under the inculcation of the last demon king, Furtoril wanted this piece of prosperity to continue to develop, wanted the world to be peaceful, and tried to learn the ways of the last demon king to manage the country. Of course I done these things with her."

Heath Relia said here with a nostalgic smile, which really made me so unpleasant. But in order to understand the master's past more, I still bear with this uncomfort first.

"Oh yes, I have not introduced my identity. My father is the most trusted general of the last demon king, the close friend of the last demon king too. The relationship between my father and the last demon king is just like that of Furtoril and I. So Furtoril and I have played together since childhood. No one knows her better than I do."

No one knows the master better than Heath Relia ...Suddenly hit hard, a bitter taste was flooded from the bottom of my heart.

I don't know why I am jealous of Heath Relia in my heart. Heath Relia knows the master best. But at the same time, I am glad that Heath Relia knows the master, and can talk to me about the master.

I nodded to her to continue.

"I know Furtoril as a child had great expectations of peace between humans and demons. She inherited the wishes of her parents. She held more earnest aspirations about the peace than anyone in this world. However, the greater the expectation will be, and the greater the drepression will be. Furtoril was only thirteen years old when she watched her parents die under the sword of Guts. None of our demons could beat Guts who was wielding a Demonslayer Blaze. There was nothing we could do about it. Four of the five generals died of protecting Furtoril.

I remembered when my father brought Furtoril back to the imperial capital of our demon kingdom, she cried for a long time and locked herself in her room all day. She wouldn't even talk to me when I went in to find her. I guess the feeling of hopes being shattered completely and parents dying was painful. My father had to take over the Magic Kingdom on behalf of Furtoril for a while. Later Furtoril finally came out of the sad shadows and officially ascended the throne of the Demon King as the new Demon King."

I've heard this history more than once, but this time Heath Relia added the master's feelings and other stories. So is that really the reason that the master became so brutal?

"She summoned the relevant personnel to re-create Ilotia when she has been in office for few years, until this year the relevant personnel could call the soul into the body of Ilotia, that is you."

That means I am at less fifty years old. I was an eighteen-year-old college student before I crossed over. If the master is over eighty years old, is the age difference between her and me nearly seventy years?

No, no, no, the master is still so beautiful and young, how can she be an old grandmother. I hope that the master will live to be more than two hundred years old.

"In order to prevent the rebellious mood of the second generation of Ilotia again, Furtoril spent a lot of time inscribing all kinds of contracts on your body to ensure that you are 100% submissive. That's why the news that Ilotia was successfully created was done until now."

Covering my chest, it turns out that this seal carries how much the master expects of me. How can I still want to resist her?

"These are about Furtoril's past. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Heath Relia's voice rang out from my ears. I hurriedly turned my head back to look at her.

"Huh? How old is the master?"

Heath Relia smiled faintly.

"Eighty-eight years old."

Recalling the view of the master as a child that Heath Relia had shown me, the cute smile, the innocent look, I sighed that the cute little girl had grown up to be a tall and indifferent royal sister in the end.

"Hmm."

I lowered my head, deeply heartbroken for the master at the same time, and also began to think about myself.

But Heath Relia's voice made me come back to my sense again.

"Furtoril has been very good. I trust you and hope that you will think of being there for her to the end when you come back to your sense."

Those sentences again, I looked up, and stared at Heath Relia, puzzled.

"Are you going to leave the master one day?"

Heath Relia didn't answer me, instead, she showed an unintelligible smile. She turned her back on me, and moved.

"Take your time to think about what I said tonight. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me, but I don't promise I'll answer every one of your questions."

Want me to accompany my master to the end?

Of course I want to do it, but what does the master think?

Sensible...

Am I not sensible now?

I am now very clear about my goal, without any confusion. My ultimate goal is to make the master be happy and approve me. That's why I want to fight with all my might, desperately to eliminate every human army.

It is done not only for my master, but also for me. As long as I do what the master says, she will be gentle to me.

I will gain what I want, while the master also gains what she wants.

I think I have been very sensible.

I look at the moonlight spilling over the endless forest, the breeze blowing through the green leaves mapping a soft light.

I have to go back now. Soon the demons will wage the attack on the human city of Hivis. Now I can not let these upset feelings get in the way of fighting.

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A tent can accommodate at least ten demons to sleep together.

If I take up a tent alone, it will be too extravagant.

In order to save resources, and show my opinion, I proposed to live in the same tent with the master, and the master agreed.

If I go back to my room now, it also means that I go back to the master's room.

I lifted the door tent where gem hanging on its top emitted a light yellow glowing, illuminating the entire tent, extremely soft and warm.

The master was still working on the tiny table where there were piles of small books.

I wanted to greet the master, but did not know what to say. So I just quietly walked back to my bed, sitting on it and watching the master work.

The owner seemed to notice my eyes and turned her head.

"What did Heath Relia say to you?"

"Huh?"

"It doesn’t matter if you don't want to talk about it."

My master had a tendency to turn her head and continue working, and I immediately stopped her.

"No, master."

It was just the first time I had something in my heart that was not known by my master and I felt new, so I showed an unexpected expression. I think my master probably thought I didn't want to talk about it.

"Heath Relia asked me out to say something about you..."

The master gazed at me seemingly waiting for me to continue, while I didn’t know how to express to my master in detail.

"Master, ..."

I wanted to require my master to read my mind, but I held back.

I felt a bit down. Now it is no longer new for the master not to read my mind, but rather a sense of exhaustion and loneliness.