And I, can only use all my efforts to speculate on the master's thoughts, and then provide emotional value to the master as much as possible.

In this prosperous and peaceful era, in my eyes, my role to the master is just that.

Filled the bathtub with water for the master.

Alone in the living room, sitting at the table, propping up my chin with my hands, staring at the closed door in contemplation.

She said that after finishing this period of time, she would quit her job and take me on a trip.

What kind of psychology did the master speak these words from?

Because of my inner expectations?

Or simply because she is tired of this mundane life day after day, and the books I bought were just a catalyst?

Then the master's previous sentence "Tell me, Yiluodiya, try thinking for yourself, do you want to?".

She said for me to think.

What exactly does that mean?

Does she hope for my own will and thoughts?

"Sigh..."

Don't understand.

Completely don't understand the master's mind.

But my mind keeps deconstructing the master's words, involuntarily making me think of my past life, the time when I was still a human.

After reincarnation, I became completely a puppet of the master, my entire life, my thoughts, everything controlled by her.

Am I now without my own thoughts?

I hold my head.

Once I delve into this issue, my heart will subconsciously resist unveiling what I am like now.

But now in this peaceful era, I...am no longer a weapon.

The master's previous demands are all null and void, she also doesn't need to be so strict with me as before.

Why was the master so harsh on me before? Why did the master punish me and restrict me before?

It was because the previous me was weak, not a qualified weapon, sometimes not following her orders could delay her opportunities for battle, possibly ruining her carefully planned life of reversals.

So, she needed to erase as much as possible my sense of autonomy.

If I were just an obedient robot, it would probably better fulfill the master's original intentions.

And now, as no longer a weapon, do I still have the right to become a human again?

I hold my head in my hands.

Can't understand.

Don't want to think about it.

As a human, as a weapon, or even...just as the master's pet, as long as it's the master's command, I will try my best to do it.

I just don't want to think.

If the master takes me on a trip, I'll go on a trip; if the master wants to stay here forever, then I'll stay forever.

The master's choices should not be interfered with by me.

I lean on the table, closing my eyes listlessly, letting my mind wander.

Until the sound of slippers dragging on the floor beside me, I open my eyes and turn to look.

The master is walking into the living room in a white nightgown.

Even though her red hair has been dried with magic, it still emits steam, looking fluffy and soft after soaking in hot water, adding a touch of gentleness to her usually icy and stern demeanor.

I steal a glance at the parts of the master's body that are superior to mine, then quickly lower my head.

I cross my legs, sitting uncomfortably on the chair beside the table.

The master is a typical adult woman.

During the war, I dared not have any inappropriate thoughts about the master's body; she was nearly a divine presence to me, and I didn't dare to cross the line with her.

But as we slowly integrated day by day, as the veil of ice on the master's face gradually lifted.

I increasingly noticed the beauty and femininity of the master's body as a woman, the tall chest and perfectly proportioned long legs, all the beauty I lack is displayed on the master.

I always feel inferior about my somewhat cute chest.

The unique nature of my body means I will never grow up, always having the body of a young girl.

A rich fragrance wafts over as the master approaches me.

She raises her hand and gently touches my head.

"Hurry up and take a bath, I'll be waiting for you in the room."

"Okay."

The master's hand glides over my head.

I look up, and the master leaves me with only a red silhouette.

I bite my lip.

I don't know how to assess my mentality, whenever the master appears, whenever she touches me, my latent submissive nature involuntarily arises.

I feel joy when she's around, my heart beats faster when I hear her voice.

How could I still have independent thoughts?

However, in a broad sense, I do have my own thoughts, such as having desires for the master.

But what I consider self-thought is an independent and dignified idea, acknowledging myself as a person with dignity.

And now, I am completely detached from dignity and autonomy.

I walk to the bathroom.

The bathtub the master used has not been filled with water yet, I squat beside it, my face enveloped in a haze of steam, starting to imagine the master's slender body soaking in it.

I sink my hands into the water, then lift them up.

The water flows through my fingers with a splashing sound.

Coming back to reality, I'm surprised to find that my lips are just a millimeter away from the water I'm holding in my palms.

But due to my hesitation, the warm and fragrant pool water has completely slipped through my fingers.

I shake my head, pushing aside the chaotic thoughts in my mind, I need to hurry and finish the bath so the master won't wait too long.

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Pushing open the door.

The master is sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, her gaze seemingly fixed on the door, as I push it open, our eyes meet.

I silently thank that my daydreaming didn't take up too much time.

"Come lie down on the bed."

"Yes."

Upon hearing the master's familiar command, my body instinctively responds.

Because over countless days and nights, what happens after the master tells me to lie down remains unchanged.

And I've evolved to the point where just hearing the corresponding words causes ripples, a tiny stone creates a thousand waves.

I obediently climb onto the bed and lie down as commanded by the master.

The master is beside me, leaning her head down to look at me.

She has a captivating smile on her face, her clean ponytail tied on the back of her head.

Her ruby-red eyes, tinged with a hint of playfulness and pride, but in this atmosphere, whatever emotion the master displays, I interpret as charming.

The master has never changed her arrogance.

My body remembers everything about her.

When I was a weapon, she liked to control my actions, making me do as she wished.

Now, it's just a different form.

But I enjoy it.

The master is a person with strong dominance.

So, any thought about wanting me to have independent thoughts should be just a misunderstanding on my part.

For the last time.

I curl up in the master's arms.

Resting my head on her arm, and then, trembling slightly.

Crystal tears welling up at the corners of my eyes.

I can't distinguish if it's from moved or affection, or perhaps a mix of both.

"Master, I want to hear you speak."

The joyful process is always quiet, except for the occasional compliments from the master about how pretty or lovely I am.

The master doesn't utter too many words of flirtation.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything is fine, I...I like it when you talk to me, master."

Perhaps today, my thoughts have piled up too much, questions accumulated in my heart.

The master's fingers are like keys, unlocking the deepest part of my heart.

The never-ending flow of emotions pours out with tears and sweat, I have been lonely for too long, I have been lost in my thoughts for too long.

I need an answer.

"Master, I liked it when you used to talk to me about everything, you taught me, said how naive and foolish my thoughts were in this world, you told me a lot about the world. You said how the future would be, you said we would definitely win, that our demon clan would surely become the absolute rulers, even if it was a lie, but it was something I looked forward to and believed in."

"And...and...the most cruel autumn for me, that autumn when we waited together for Hersiria to breach the gates. It felt like we were really bidding farewell to this world. That autumn, the master told me all her innermost thoughts, said that the days she spent with me were the happiest and most innocent days of her life. That autumn is also the most unforgettable for me."

"So, I've said all I wanted to say back then."

"But...but people always have to move on, does the master's heart lock up after everything is over?"

"It's not like that. Yiluodiya, I've never regretted or felt sad, I don't need your concern."

The master knows.

She must have always known, she can peek into my heart at any time, she must know how much I yearn to hear her confide in me.

Even if it's about evaluating the world, the future, or the demon empire ruled under Hersiria, she has never said anything to me.

After everything is over, the master seems completely detached from that past.

I'm not seeking to comfort the master, I’m just...

I don't know how to express my feelings at the moment.

Doesn't this count as caring?

Or perhaps, my curiosity has overwhelmed my concern, and caring for the master isn't that important after all?

"Yiluodiya, speak up, say what you want."

Say it...

"Open up your channel of thoughts, sometimes it's a troublesome thing, tell me everything in your heart, I know everything about you, but you can never hear your own voice."

"I want the master to talk to me more, I want to be an indispensable part of the master's life!"

After saying it out loud, I bury my head in the master's arms again, my face burning up like a steam engine.

What will the master think?

Will she think I am foolish? Naive? Or, have I crossed a line?

"But there are some things that I am not willing to tell you."

"Why?" I asked softly.

"It is precisely because they cannot be said that they must not be said."

"If you want me to know, please tell me, master. No matter what it is, I will not waver in my loyalty to you."

Boldly and stubbornly, I made the request to my master once again.

"Herein lies the problem."

The master stroked my smooth back.

In this moment, I was in the master's embrace, completely exposed, without a single piece of clothing.

I widened my eyes, could it be that my speculation was true? I did not misunderstand the master's intention, she truly wanted me to have independent thoughts?

"Remember, Yiluodiya, I am your master, but not just your master."

"Does that mean...?"

"Hush... I enjoy your overanalyzing nature. Seeing you often furrow your brow and rack your brains trying to guess what I am thinking, I find it quite amusing."

The master, unexpectedly so devious.

No, that's not it.

Using the term "devious" to describe the master was actually a compliment.

The master's heart was always dark.

No, no, no!

If I judged the master in this way in my mind, would she punish me if she knew?

No, no, the master knows what kind of person she is, so she shouldn't blame me.

"Hehe..."

I heard a light chuckle from above my head.

The master continued speaking.

"In my eyes, I don't really have the qualifications to tell you what to do, because your present is a result of the traps I set in the past. So, I don't want to tell you not because I don't want you to know, but because I don't want to speak it through my own mouth."

"I don't agree! I will listen attentively to whatever the master says, what the master personally says is more effective than anything anyone else says!"

"Mmm..."

The master suddenly fell silent.

I dimly understood the master's meaning.

In my heart, no matter what, the master was the best.

But my mind couldn't switch gears, and regardless of what others said, my loyalty to the master was an unchangeable fact.

"Yiluodiya, would you like to know about what happened afterward with me?"

"Yes, yes!"

The master shifted the topic, perhaps she herself was at a loss for words.

"Later, as you suspected, I did not feel that this world belonged to me anymore, and the demon race was no longer my demon race. I do not wish to comment much on Hesriylia’s actions, because in history, we were sinners who perished. Now, we are just ordinary mortals, unable to completely cleanse ourselves of the past, but at least, that's what I aim to do."

"Master..."

"No matter what happens in the future, I don't want to see Yiluodiya appear again, nor do I want to see Furtoril, the tyrant, appear again. I yearn for the prosperous era that I once envisioned, not the twisted past that actually existed—it’s important for you to understand that."

"I understand..."

I cried softly, clutching the master's arm.

It was so heartbreaking.

I felt that we had done so much, that this world belonged to the master, and we were so unfairly treated.

But when the master spoke like that, and I looked back at the numerous sins we had committed, I felt ashamed to continue living in this world.

The wheel of history kept turning, and we couldn't even be considered remnants of the old era; we were just fragments of the past.

However, the master never judged who was right or wrong, she never said that she was wrong, she simply revealed her feelings.

And the shame I felt a moment ago was exactly the emotion the master wanted to convey to me. In the past, I would not have regretted this.

I stand by the master's side unwaveringly, with the master as my guiding principle.

I raised my head.

Looking at the master with excitement in my eyes.

I wanted to tell the master loudly that I seemed to have achieved it, that I had truly gained independent thoughts.

Being able to empathize with the master's mind and understand her true intentions, wasn't that breaking out of my current rigid framework?

I crawled on the master like a caterpillar.

As the master lay there, embracing my waist, her eyes were filled with either joy or a nostalgic smile. There were no gaps between us, our hearts touching each other.

Her blue hair cascaded over her face.

I boldly moved towards the master's red lips.

She welcomed my kiss with open arms.

I wanted to ask, master, what did you mean by saying that you are not just my master?

But as my vision blurred.

I understood the meaning behind it.

Some things, when clarified, lose their beauty, and it might ruin the intended sentiment. It would completely change the relationship between me and the master.

In a dream.

I held a towering tree.

Initially, this tree was just a tiny seed.

Later, as the small seed sprouted and broke through the soil, it looked around and saw ancient trees standing tall around it, each representing fear, respect, cowardice... and countless others, nourished by feelings of longing or reverence.

Until one day, the small seed finally had its own piece of sky.

And it also had its own beautiful name.