I forgot one thing last night.

That is, before going to bed I did not meditate on that sentence on the Maid's Code. So this morning I read that sentence for twenty times to make up for it.

But...I looked down at myself, no maid's outfit on me.

Yesterday I changed the tent again, and next door is the master.

Because the master has the wound. She occasionally needs to undress herself to unravel the ribbon to treat her abdominal wounds, so I am not good to live in a tent with the master again.

I hurriedly dressed, organized my hair and ran out of the tent. I see two demons walking towards the master's tent, one of them carrying a basin of hot water and the other carrying a basin of pastries.

A slight sigh, I am still no match for a professional maid.

It's better not to go up and take their jobs away, after all, the master is still injured.

However, I still went to their side and intended to go in with them to see the master.

"Lord Yiluodiya."

The two maids' light tones came. Their voices sounded comfortable. The master really did have this kind of treatment.

Even though I didn't know them, I replied properly.

"Well, good morning."

But my voice is also good, clear and gentle, anyway, not worse than that of the two maids.

I followed the two maids into the tent, and the master had woken up and was sitting on the bed. She was leaning against the table in front of the bed thinking about something.

"Good morning, Lord Demon King." "Good morning, master."

I felt so awkward.

The master looked at us, her face calm and solemn.

"Just put it on the table."

"Yes."

After the two maids put their things down, the master told them they could go.

Then only the master and I were left in this small tent, but the master's expression was relaxed. I began to wonder why the master insisted on look so cool and serious in front of people other than Heath Relia and me.

"Sit down."

Sitting down at the table, the master picked up a towel and washed the face. She then washed the hands. So a basin of hot water was the end of its duties.

Speaking of which, I haven't had breakfast yet.

Because I woke up thinking about serving my master, I didn't stay in my tent and wait for the maid to bring the pastries.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, the master smiled slightly.

"Come eat with me if you haven't eaten."

"No."

This is only a breakfast for one person. The master's injuries have not completely healed, so she should replenish her energy well, and I am not hungry.

The master did not say anything more. She slowly had breakfast in front of me. The process did not make a sound, and the tent was so quiet.

Yesterday's sadness because of the death of Cross also faded from the master's face.

I couldn't help but begin to wonder if the master had been pretending to be strong.

After talking with Heath Relia yesterday I didn't dare to see the master again for fear of bumping into her crying secretly for Cross, although it was just my assumption.

I have not yet figured out what the master really thinks.

But when I thought that Cross would never carry us flying in the sky again from now on, I felt so sad.

"Master...do you think we'll have a chance to play together in the future?"

What are we going to do after we are without Cross? Are we going to be bound to the marching army?

The master had just finished her breakfast and was wiping his hands with a towel. When she heard my question she was stunned, and the hand wiping stopped either.

It seems that I should not mention Cross.

But after a moment, the master smiled slightly again.

"Don't worry. We don't necessarily go out and play relying on Cross. It's just a little inconvenient to travel in the future."

"But master, I'm so sad."

Although a little pretentious, this is what I really think in my heart. And I said it mainly because I wanted to observe the master's expression. I wanted to further peek into the master's true feelings.

The moment my words came out, the master's smile froze.

"Hmm."

I saw the master reveal a sad expression.

I also finally understood the master's true feelings.

Obviously it made me so sad, while I miss the days when I could hug the master and was close to her.

Infected by the master's sorrow, grief congeals in the chest, so heavy that it can make the beating heart stop.

"You can take this basin of water away now."

The master put the towel back on the basin and gestured to me.

Am I going to be kicked out?

But it's my fault for deliberately starting this conversation. So I dutifully brought the water out. As for the pastries, there were still leftovers.

The maids were still guarding the door. When they saw me, they asked me cautiously.

"Lord Yiluodiya, let’s do this."

I unceremoniously handed the water basin in my hand to one of the maids who held out her hand to take it.

"There's no need to clean up that pastry tray. You can go."

"Yes."

The maids lowered their heads, bowed slightly to me and then left.

I also returned to my tent.

It turns out that the master also has such a fragile side. Recalling the previous cold and cruel image of the master, the master is now pretty much fragile.

I was thinking, the master has always maintained a lonely and cold image. Is it because she does not want to be close to anyone?

For example, after the death of Cross, the master showed a sad expression that I had never seen before.

It's easy to kill someone you don't have a strong bond with, right? Could it be that the master disguised that lonely and aloof look so that she could be ruthless and have the entire demons submit to her?

I also sighed at the relationship between myself and my master. If my master and I were very close, she would have chosen to confide in me instead of throwing me out, right?

I will always remember Cross, the griffin that never made any sound but was so dear to my heart. Even though I never knew its gender, this griffin is so dear to my heart.

I will always be grateful for the role it played in bridging the gap between me and my master.

"Yiluodiya, we're going in."

The voice of Lumia came from outside the tent, supposedly bringing Enise with her.

The next moment the door tent was lifted and I sat up from the bed.

Lumia and Enise walked in, however, they did not walk in holding hands this time.

I felt greatly relieved after seeing that the two of them look good. I didn't want to be in a situation like Vinales again. They no longer held hands and it was most likely for my sake. After all, I am single here.

"Is there something wrong?"

Although I pondered over the master's business, I still can quickly reacted and then smiled.

"Nothing. We came to see you. We heard you were ambushed by humans. Yiluodiya ...nothing happened, right?"

I smiled at them.

"Do I look like something's wrong to me?"

At their hesitant and prying eyes, I reached out to the stool at the table.

"Sit down first."

"Yiluodiya, you're fine. It’s okay."

The cautious gaze that sized me up slackened as both of them sat down.

"So how is the situation with the Lord Demon King?"

I was a little surprised by Enise's question. Was Enise starting to care about the master? Imagining that the master was finally cared for by her subordinates, the mood slightly cheered up.

"Under my full protection, although master's abdomen was still stabbed by the Brave, now it looks like it's nothing serious."

"That's good. Fortunately there's nothing wrong with Lord Demon King."

Enise and Lumia coincidentally showed a relieved expression once again.

"You guys... when did you care so much about Lord Demon King?"

"Huh?" The one who answered was Enise, "We were worried that you would become depressed if something happened to Lord Demon King."

Is the root cause still because of me?

I was a little happy about their concern, but I never really seemed to take them into consideration, and I didn't put much thought into my promise to be Lumia's friend.

Because I didn't want to spend any time or have any desire to put in the effort to run a friendship.

"Thank you guys for your concern."

"Hey, it's okay. It's what I should do as a friend."

After Lumia laughed, Enise picked up the conversation.

"Yiluodiya, why aren't you wearing a maid's outfit anymore?"

Speaking of which, I have not worn a maid's outfit since I came here. So is it not normal for them to see me now I'm not wearing a maid's outfit?

"Well..." I lowered my head, a little lost, "because I can not compare to those professional maids. I do not know whether I have given the master help or not. For example, sometimes I still oversleep, but the master did not scold me. Maybe this is because the master indulges my capriciousness. "

"No, I think you do a good job. Those maids who can serve Lord Demon King are thoughtful, experienced, and almost never make mistakes, or their lives are at risk." Enise said and then dawned on her, "Yes, after all, you are Yiluodiya. You’re very important to Lord Demon King."

"I think... the master is not as evil as you think. She is a very good Demon King."

Biting my lower lip, I got a little angry with Enise's words that slandered my master's image.

After falling into the silence for a while, Enise and Lumia sighed at the same time.

"I'm sorry, Yiluodiya. We shouldn't speak ill of Lord Demon King in front of you."

"But... Lord Demon King didn't care much about us subordinates until after you awakened. I guess she put all her effort and time into you. But before she was very harsh on us. In her eyes she can not allow us to be lazy anytime. You do not know it. Whenever the Lord Demon King stays, it will produce an invisible sense of oppression."

When I think of the two very different reactions of the soldiers who once saw the master and Heath Relia, those soldiers never showed any smile in front of the master. But every time I walked with Heath Relia and met soldiers standing guard, they all treated Heath Relia with great respect and kind face.

But that's because you don't know the master well. I don't think the real master is as vicious as everyone describes.

At first, I thought the same thing when I was around the master. But after I slowly got to know the master with the help of Heath Relia, I found out that the master was not as scary as the legend said.

"Hmm."

I replied to them lack of interest, and looked a little angry to show that I no longer wanted to hear you slander the master.

Probably they also felt embarrassed, so they apologized to me again.

"Since Yiluodiya has liked her, I guess Lord Demon King might not be what we think she is. It's because we view Lord Demon King too one-sidedly."

"That's good to know."

"Then can you tell us what Lord Demon King is like in your eyes?"

I met their curious gazes and nodded. I must give a good answer until you guys change your mind about the master.