I finally remembered, or rather, I finally experienced what it feels like to sleep with my master.

It goes without saying that I am the one being held.

My master sleeps peacefully, and I don't feel suffocated when he embraces me.

I haven't done anything perverted, like invading my master's privacy by touching his private parts, not even if I had the courage to do so.

My task is to serve, not to consume my master. If my master were to lay a hand on me, I would be ecstatic.

Overall, sleeping with my master feels like being surrounded by warmth, as if being embraced by an angel, like swimming in heaven.

Of course, the next day I tried a more relaxed and cute style, but my master still didn't make a move on me.

But I haven't given up.

Now I basically sleep with my master, and Linsi Daisy, Heath Relia and others know about it.

I have time. If one day I become irresistible, I'll just get naked. I don't believe my master wouldn't feel anything seeing me become so seductive.

Although my master verbally refuses my confessions of love, deep down, he must be willing to accept me. Otherwise, why would he agree to sleep together?

I will wait patiently.

After that, we captured two human cities.

One of them is Almans city, the city we are in now.

There is a long river near Almans city called the Tim River. Although it is not as grand as the Earl River, another water battle is inevitable.

We quickly occupied the port of Almans city, and the humans on the opposite bank started to prepare for war.

In this world where technology is not advanced, Almans city, as an important port city, plays a crucial role in facilitating communication and development between both sides. Normally, commercial ships travel on the Tim River, but now the once bustling river is as silent as a dead water.

Fishing boats by the river are now replaced by luxurious warships, and cannons are being erected on the banks. War is about to break out.

Of course, we need to prepare as well, and it will take quite a long time.

The humans in Almans city know that they are destined to lose the battle, so they destroyed the usable ships in the city before the war started.

We need to build enough ships in a short period of time to cross the river.

From the lookout tower of Almans city, you can see the banks of the Tim River. The sky is somewhat gloomy, and the cold wind blows over the river, creating ripples that crash onto the scattered banks. On the banks, our demonic tribe enslaves humans to build ships for us.

Fortunately, magic exists in this world, so it won't take too long to build the ships.

A gentle breeze brushes my face, and my dog-like nose captures the scent of my master. Recently, my master has started coming to find me on her own.

At first, she didn't pay much attention when I disappeared for a day. Then, she started waiting for me to take the initiative, and now, if my master thinks of me, she will use the tracking function to find me.

It's not my delusion, she admitted it herself. She said that sometimes, when she has nothing to do, she comes to find me.

I calculate the time it takes for her to reach me and turn around with a smiling face.

"Good afternoon, master."

"Mm, good."

Like me, my master leans on the railing of the lookout tower. The wind blows her dark red long hair, and I can see her delicate, small jade ears.

Together, we watch the distant labor of the demonic tribe and humans, silently.

"This battle on the Tim River should be the biggest chance for humans to win."

"Hmm? Why?"

My master points to the opposite bank of the Tim River, where human ships are densely lined up.

"This area originally belonged to them. Their ships were built in advance and they are better prepared than us. The ships we rushed to build are like tigers compared to house cats in comparison."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"Yes, also, naval battles are no longer about physical strength and close combat on the battlefield. The quality of the ships determines victory. And luckily, our demonic tribe is small in number, which means we can focus on building high-quality ships instead of wasting time on a large quantity. Our biggest trump card is also you. This battle, as I expected, will be the last battle where humans can compete with us. After their defeat, humans will never have the power to resist us again.""I will do my best to achieve victory."

With a determination to win, I believe the demon soldiers also have the same mindset. We are destined to win.

However, the master does not seem happy. Their expression is cold, eyes drooping, and they seem melancholic.

"Master, what's wrong?"

I saw the master sigh deeply, facing towards me.

"Will the demon race ever perish?"

"What...what kind of joke is that, master? How could our demon race possibly perish?"

The sudden change in the master's demeanor made me anxious. The usually confident master is now sighing with negativity.

But if I think calmly, could it be that the master is showing me a side I've never seen before? To reveal a sorrowful emotion to me is truly opening up their heart.

I should be happy, I should comfort them.

"Just by looking at this battle, if one day the world becomes dominated by technology and wars evolve into machine conflicts, what do you think will happen to the numerically disadvantaged demon race?"

"Master, that won't happen. Before our demon kingdom collapses, I will lead our race to conquer the human capital and occupy the entire human kingdom."

I just realized that the master's confidence is not absolute, and they even have a vulnerable side.

Could it be that the reason the master launched a full-scale invasion against humans is because of this fear? Afraid that one day technology will develop to a point where the demon race's physical superiority will no longer exist.

For example, theoretically, a hundred demons can defeat a thousand humans. However, if these hundred demons and a thousand humans each control tanks, with five people operating one tank, a hundred demons can control twenty tanks while a thousand humans can control two hundred. In that case, our demon race would be doomed to failure, right?

So the master is worried that one day this situation will occur. Will the humans, with their absolute advantage in population, crush the future demon race?

"Come here."

The master grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of them.

I settled down to become their pillow, hoping that my soft body would bring them comfort.

The master's hands passed through my armpits, embracing my abdomen. I leaned against their chest, and the master's head emerged from my shoulder as we both gazed at the withering autumn scenery in the distance.

"So exhausted..."

I heard the master murmur in my ear.

For a moment, I was stunned. It was the long-awaited result, the master opening their heart to me. I should be happy, but instead, I felt a pang of sadness.

I don't know how to comfort the master.

Bearing the blame of the entire nation, risking the collapse of the demon kingdom, and invading humans with an army of civilians, from a long-term perspective, this is the best move.

After all, with the humans' hatred towards the demon race, if the day the master envisions truly comes, how can they not strike back against the demon race?

I extended my hand and overlapped my palms with the master's, warmness transmitting from my palm to the back of their hand.

"Master, I am here too. I will always be with you, always support you."

The queen's imposing aura no longer exists, and the master is now just an ordinary demon in front of me.

"Such a good child."

"Not just a good child."

I added, otherwise, I still feel like I am the master's daughter.