Sometimes I wonder, what does happiness truly entail?

Is it the satisfaction of emotions?

Is it seeing the master every day, every hour, every moment, seeing her smile at me, gently stroke my head?

Or is it like it is now, embracing warm delight and rising excitement, then purely feeling the electric sensation brought by nerve perception?

I think.

It is both.

As long as it's anything about the master, it can make me feel happy.

I struggle to slide off the table, trembling legs standing on the ground, I look at the master, her lips curling up in a ghostly smile as dark as the night.

The warmth from the master still lingers in my body, the slight numbness spreading like ripples echoing endlessly, circle after circle opening at the base of my legs.

Does the master feel happy from playing with me?

I'm not sure.

But her smile seems purer than before, her eyes and brows no longer carrying the faint sorrow of war, although her expression remains as cold as ever, I can sense that her obsession has melted.

Light tears fall on the inside of my knee, like the tingling sensation of a caterpillar crawling.

I kneel before the master.

Holding her right hand, I look at these flawless five fingers.

Then, I gently open my mouth.

I do not want any stains on the master, even if they are brought out by me, I will clean them up for the master.

Until finally, the master sits on a stool, crossing her legs, raising her hand dried by magic, and touches my head.

I lean against her thigh, smiling with narrowed eyes like a little kitten.

"Enough playing, it's time to wash the dishes."

"Okay~"

I pick up the maid outfit from the floor, one by one putting them back on my body.

"Wait here, Master, I will go fill the water for you soon."

"Mm."

Embracing all the dishes in my arms, I take them to the kitchen, wash them, and put them in the cupboard.

Then, without stopping, I go to the bathroom to fill the master's bathtub with water, using magic to heat it, making sure the water temperature is comfortable for soaking.

After finishing all this,

I turn around and see the master standing quietly in front of the bathroom door, staring at me as if I'm the only thing in her eyes.

Every time the master looks at me like this, my heart will ignite with a burning palpitation.

"Master, the water is ready."

The master nods.

Her hand presses lightly on the strap of her shoulder, her fingers gently flick, and one side of her dress sleeve slides off her body.

"Yiluodiya."

The master calls my name softly.

I turn around hastily.

Rustling sounds rise from behind me, imagining how beautiful the master's body will be, yet I have never been able to touch it.

The master has said she won't feel anything.

I dare not fantasize about intruding into the master.

Tap, tap, tap...

The crisp sound of bare feet touching the stone bricks falls into my ears, and soon the strong fragrance from the master covers me again.

She unties the ribbon of my apron behind me.

She commands me to strip off all my clothes.

Then, we lie together in the small and warm bathtub.

I enjoy this feeling.

I like the feeling of being close to my master.

I tilt my head back, resting it on my master's shoulder. I look at her profile. Whenever she looks elsewhere, her gaze is always cold, but when her eyes meet mine, they soften immensely.

After bathing together with my master,

her scent lingers on my body.

Tonight, I will fall asleep enveloped in this fragrance.

Back in our room,

I lie on the bed while my master sits at the desk, jotting down what she did today and what she needs to do tomorrow.

My master is very diligent.

Even though she is no longer a demon king, she still possesses great talent.

In times of peace, finding a job to make a living is only natural.

I swing my white legs, hugging a pillow, watching my master's silhouette. Her crimson long hair flows freely. It's another day where I am enchanted by my master's exquisite demeanor.

After waiting for about half an hour, I couldn't help but yawn.

Sometimes,

I feel unworthy as a traveler from another world.

Despite holding so much advanced knowledge, I end up completely incapable of performing a job in this different world.

I used to think about going out to work to ease my master's financial burden.

But I don't know how to do anything besides manual labor, and no one wants to hire me for office jobs.

Besides, my appearance is too conspicuous, with my blue hair and elf ears, easily reminiscent of the ultimate weapon, Yiluodiya.

So eventually, my master decided to keep me at home, continuing to serve as her personal maid.

Feeding her, tending to her flowers, using her things.

But I belong to my master as well. I am one of her possessions.

Finally,

after finishing her tasks,

she got up and sat back on the bed.

She reached out and pulled me into her embrace, without saying a word.

I have grown accustomed to my master's silence, especially after losing her ultimate goal. She no longer knows what to say to me.

We can't discuss work-related matters, can we?

"You've worked hard, Master."

"Are you bored, Yiluodiya?"

I tilted my head.

My master smiled.

"If you're bored, then go to sleep."

She pulled up the blanket, burying me in it.

The light suddenly went out with our good nights.

I pondered my master's question.

Am I bored?

The answer is definitely no.

As long as I am by my master's side, I won't feel bored. Even if I just stare blankly at my master, I could do it all day.

But what about my master?

This question, my master should ask herself, right?

Right now, what is she living for?

How I wish my master could live for me.

But that's impossible.

My master is proud and spirited. She has never regarded anyone as an individual. Her eyes are sharp, always focused on the sky and earth.

It's just that now there is no longer a place for her to pursue her ambitions.

Sometimes I feel I am not worthy of my master, and sometimes I fear she will leave me.

"Master, I love you."

I confessed eagerly to my master.

"Mm."

Master let out a soft sound of agreement, her arm tightening around me, pulling me closer with a warm and rich scent enveloping us.

"I love you too," Master added.

"Will it be forever?"

"For a lifetime."

She said so.

I pursed my lips, a light smile of happiness on my face as I drifted off to sleep.

When I opened my eyes again.

All that remained was the lingering image from the dream, and the emptiness I felt as I reached out - familiar warmth of the place without my master.

I groggily sat up.

Master was not by my side, leaving me feeling lost and desolate.

What is my value to my master, after all?

Just company?

Just a talking pet?

I hung my head low, the sapphire strands of hair falling over my neck, swaying in my vision.

I was now left with strength that had no purpose.

What kind of mindset led her to say "I love you too"?

I doubted she was sincere.

If only I could read minds as well, like my master did with me in the past, I'd want to understand her thoughts too.

But...

How could I doubt my master?

She promised never to lie again.

It's just that, I don't trust myself.