"Yiluodiya."

After walking out of the tent I happened to meet Heath Relia who seemed to be going in to visit my master as well. I greeted to her still with a faint smile on my face.

"Heath Relia, are you here to see the master too?"

"Yes. How is she?"

"Mourning Cross, I think."

Speaking of Cross I hung my head with a little pain in my heart.

"Cross... didn't it survive?"

Slightly surprised, I looked up and met Heath Relia's eyes. Looking at Heath Relia's wrinkled brow, which should be mixed with sadness and surprise, did the master not tell her about that incident?

"You don't know?"

"I haven't had a chance to ask for specifics yet. Since she's mourning Cross I won't go in and spoil her peace. Yiluodiya, can you tell me about the process?"

"Okay."

It was braving the winter wind to chat with each other outside .

I was okay with it, but Heath Relia... I turned my head to look at her. She was dressing in thick battle robe, and she should not feel very cold either.

I talked the process to Heath Relia.

"So?"

Heath Relia listened and nodded thoughtfully. Then she looked at me again and threw out a question.

"Do you know why all the demon kings of our demon race are of a single lineage?"

I shook my head.

"Since the beginning of recorded history, it is so. It is said that if too many Demon Kings become candidates and fight for successor, it will trigger the flesh and blood between siblings. It is also said that because of the high pride of the Demon King, she does not need too many offspring to ensure that the bloodline can be inherited. Over time, it became customary for the demon king to have only one son, which has continued from ancient times and has never been broken."

But what does what Heath Relia said have to do with the Brave leading an ambush on us?

Seeing my confused look, Heath Relia began to explain with a slight smile.

"Furtoril has no children until now. What do you think what will happen if she dies?"

"No heir."

I slightly understand humans’ act when they ambush us only focusing on killing my master.

"It's good that you understand."

"But...why does the master still have no children in her eighties?"

At the same time, I am wondering why Heath Relia is also single so far.

But when I asked this question, I was a little happy that my master was not yet unmarried. If the master had a spouse, I must have been desperate to live in this world in the first place.

As for Heath Relia, I don't care. She won't compete with me for the master anyway.

"Well..." Heath Relia suddenly felt a little embarrassment, "Maybe Furtoril hasn’t found someone she liked."

It's been more than eighty years, and the master hasn't liked anyone?

So is my hope getting slimmer and slimmer? Can I make the master like me in the following six months?

No...there is still time left. If half a year doesn't work, then one year. If one year doesn't work, then ten years. If all doesn’t work, then a lifetime. Anyway I will always stay by the master's side.

"Do you seem happy that Furtoril is still single?"

Heath Relia watched me with interest. This time it was my turn to be embarrassed. I nodded a little embarrassed.

"Hmm."

Heath Relia's smile faded. I looked at her blankly, having a bad feeling somehow.

"I told you that you shouldn't get angry."

"Angry...what could make me more angry than someone hurting my master?"

"That's fine. If I wasn't persuading Furtoril in the first place, you couldn't have been treated the way you are now."

"Well, didn't you say that?"

"Yes." Heath Relia smiled again, "I don't know about Furtoril now, but until you got out of prison, she was unfeeling towards you, and she didn't care about your mental state. Of course, she didn’t have any feeling towards the punishment you received. She originally planned to be more brutal, but fortunately was persuaded by me."

The heart felt like it had been punched hard.

"You feel it too, don't you? When fighting humans, it's hard to protect others in the presence of a strong enemy. You are a weapon, a weapon designed for fighting. There is no healing magic. The light wings can't carry others, and the powerful shield can only accommodate yourself alone. Because on the battlefield, the weapon does not need to sympathize with anyone, companions or enemies. Protection ... will only distract people. Only when a weapon pushes forward, and focuses on killing each other, this is the perfect weapon. All bets are poured on killing rather than protection. The average person has some level of healing magic. For example, for a small injury like a scraped finger, its healing doesn't need a magician who specializes in healing magic."

Heath Relia bit through her finger and released a faint green light from her other hand, followed by a rapid healing of the wound.

"I can heal myself, while you can not. All the wounds on your body can heal themselves, and protecting others is superfluous for you. So in the beginning Furtoril just wanted to train you to be a real weapon. And the feelings you have for Furtoril now are superfluous. You were supposed to be a heartless, cold machine. But..."

Heath Relia gave a helpless smile, and seemed a little self-deprecating.

"I don't want to let you become like this. I can hardly accept such a beautiful girl to turn into a machine. So now you are becoming what I want you to be, not what Furtoril expected you to be."

Thinking about what my master said to me at the Kypas City, she said that the me now is a little different from what she expected, but it turned out to be good. So that's what it meant?

"Of course it's partly selfish, I hope you can make Furtoril smile a little more when you're around her, instead of looking at the world with cold eyes all the time. Although she has done a little too much in the past, now she has absolutely no need for me to advise her how she should treat you. I'm telling you this just in order to make you live a little more clearly, not like being brainwashed by Furtoril and unknowingly liking her. Even after knowing that she treated you this way in the past, can you really continue to hold on to your ideas?"

Even after knowing that my master was truly inhumane to me in the past, could I still keep my current thoughts?

After pondering for a while, Heath Relia asked me again as if she was desperate for an answer.

"I've said all that needs to be said, what do you think?"

I didn't think there was anything to be angry about.

I was a little relieved to hear Heath Relia say all this.

I don't care how the master wanted to train me in the past. I know that the master has feelings for me now, and I can even say that the master likes me the way I am now.

In addition to knowing that the master can treat me gently as now, and this thing has been helped by Heath Relia, I felt a little lost, but the love for the master remains unchanged.

I do not regret for desperately protecting the master. The master will always be my master.

From the initial forced to accept willingly now, I only feel it’s a little ridiculous.

And it is simply unrealistic for the master to train me into a weapon without feelings. Recalling the master’s expression that she missed Cross, the master can not become cold and heartless. How can she train me into a weapon without feelings?

So...

"Well, there is nothing wrong with it."

Thinking for a long time before replying to Heath Relia, I thanked Heath Relia heartily.

"Heath Relia," I smiled to her, "Thank you very much."

Perhaps Heath Relia has done more for me and my master than I can see...So far, in my short nineteen years of life, Heath Relia is the most gentle and kind person I have ever met.

"It's best if you think so. Then in return, just live up to the expectations I have of you."

The sluggish evening wind blew.

But the heart was flooded with warmth.