Now Vinales broke her right arm and half of her left arm. Now she is basically disabled, but it does not mean she is no longer a threat.

"Here lost a fifth general..."

The master paused, but my heart thumped. I took the liberty of making Vinales disabled. She was one of the top strengths of the demon race. The second battle had just ended with the loss of a great general due to internal strife. If the master was trying to spare Vinales and let her work for the master again, wouldn't I have made a big mistake?

But, in order to protect the master, I had no choice.

"Master, should I have done something wrong?"

"No."

The master showed a meaningful smile and looked at me with a somewhat inscrutable look.

"Come here."

I followed the master's order to approach her.

"Stand still."

"Yes."

I stood in front of my master and my head bowed like a maid, quietly waiting for my master to speak.

The master just sized me up, sweeping her gaze over and over my entire body. She finally nodded and stared into my eyes again.

I turned away my gaze, my cheeks unconsciously flushing again.

"Hold out your hands."

"Yes."

Releasing the right hand that was clutching my left hand, I reached out to my master.

Then my hand was grasped by the master. Suddenly those memories flashed in my mind, and the sharp pain of having my fingers broken appeared in vain at the place where the master touched, and I drew back instantly.

The master looked up at me in confusion.

I put my hand back out in front of the master again.

"I'm sorry master, I thought master was going to break my fingers."

Then my right hand was held by my master, and my palm trembled a little as I watched my master's long, slender fingers squeeze over my small hand.

"Don't think too much. If you don’t do anything wrong I will not treat you that way."

"Yes, master."

The master nodded in satisfaction and let go of my hand.

"You didn't do anything wrong with Vinales. We don't need someone without loyalty, though she is powerful. It doesn't matter if we lose one of the five generals, because there's still you."

"Hmm."

I feel very happy about what my master said, showing a sweet smile naturally. I felt I became very complacent.

I bit my lower lip trying to control my expression, but I couldn't help myself.

Looking back to find my master smiling, I controlled my mood and expression.

"Well? Do you like this body?"

The sudden question pulled me completely back from the joy I had just felt.

Do I like this body?

The answer was yes.

My words and actions have become completely feminine. My thoughts have also changed. I often can't control my girlish heart in front of my master. I will be shy and blush. I want to be treated gently.

I have even begun to resent the memories of being a male in my previous days.

"Like."

I lowered my head and felt a little down.

Inexpressible bitterness. Nagging at the fact that I was a male in my previous life.

"Don't you think it's awkward with my past identity and my current one?"

The master just smiled faintly.

"The past has gone. You are who you are now."

The master's voice had a feeling of softness like an elder advising a junior.

I suddenly wanted to stay here and didn't want to leave. I have never seen such tenderness of master before. I had wanted to attain the tenderness from my master.

I was so grateful to Heath Relia that I could see a different side of the master if I got closer to the master and got to know her better.

"Hmm."

I've thought about it too.

Whatever is fine, as long as life is good.

But now I care about much because I have made myself exclusive for the master. I started to care about my identity. I started to care about the way the master looked at me. I was afraid that the master would dislike me because of my past life.

However, after hearing those words from my master, I decided to fight myself back into that previous state again. This time I voluntarily did so while I kept my sanity.

My memories, my body, as well as everything I have belong to the master. I willingly give everything to the master, willingly controlled by the master.

Thinking of Vinales' words, if I had not intervened, or even gone to help the master, perhaps the master might have been killed by Vinales.

But I won't allow it. I don't want the master to die.

Freedom is not important. I just need to be with my master.

After what happened to Vinales, I became instantly clear.

If I were to choose between the free and fair and dignified life that I used to aspire to, and staying by my master and willingly to be her slave, I would not hesitate to choose the latter.

Staying by the master is actually not bad, isn't it? As long as I am faithful to the master, the master will be gentle to me, is it not good?

The master knows everything about me, and I willingly give everything to the master.

So I gaze at the master, gazing at the master's beautiful red pupils.

It's okay to be spied on my inner thoughts. I've come to rely on the master's control over me.

I don't want the master to let me go. I want the master to hold me firmly. I want the master to tie me to her. Because in this way I would have the feeling of being cared for by my master.

"Master, I don't want to go on like this. Please read my mind."

But unexpectedly, the master shook her head.

"Go back."

This answer undoubtedly instantly let me down. I looked at the master's calm face.

"Master, I really do not need to be tested again. I have now figured it out."

However, the master just smiled and did not react in any particular way, repeating the sentence.

"Go back."

I lowered my head down heavily.

The uncontrollable feeling of loss was so strong that a strong sense of suffocation wrapped around my brain. A huge gravitational force pulled my mood to the lowest point, constantly falling...