I woke up in my own room, and my bodyhj didn't feel anything different.

It was the master who brought me back, right? Why was the master so angry at that time?

"Knock knock knock."

A knock sounded at the door of the room, and I shouted from the bed in response, "Come in!"

My heart suddenly stuttered, what if it was the master who came knocking, would I upset her with such a Missy-like tone of voice.

The door opened and I was relieved to see that it was Lindsay who came in.

"Ilotia-sama."

The maids stood in front of me, heads bowed and hands pinned in front of them.

I lifted the covers and sat up, realizing that I was wearing a white nightgown, but yes, that dress had not only become riddled with holes, it was also stained with the blood of those creatures I had killed, and it was only right to change it.

"My clothes, did you change them?"

The two maids shook their heads, and Daisy said, "It was the Demon Lord who changed it."

I froze slightly, would the master even change my clothes himself?

"Lord Demon King said you were awake, and she was also the one who called us over, so please command us if there is anything."

Even through a wall, master, is she able to hear my heart? This feeling of being bound grew stronger and stronger, and at the same time I really felt that I was the slave of my master, and I had no freedom in front of her. Thoughts were spied on, and I had to do whatever she ordered me to do, or else she would torture me.

"Irodia-sama, actually the demon lord has been very gentle to you."

Perhaps because she saw my heavy expression, Linds said with her head lowered.

I looked out of the window at the darkened sky with a few sparse stars hanging. Maybe for the people of this world, the people of this demon kingdom, this is gentle, but I was not treated like this in my previous life.

"I have nothing more to do now, you guys go out first."

After the maids left, I laid down again.

I carefully reviewed the battle scenes of the day, but what lingered was the face of my master that was so angry before I passed out.

I think that last massacre was controlled by the master, probably the effect of the contract. I couldn't kill those Lamorosaurus with my heart at that time, and the master must have been unable to see it before he activated that effect to take over the dominance of my bodyhj.

So the master must have been disappointed with me, I was the hope of their demon race, and if I couldn't be as ruthless as a killing machine in war, I was no different from a waste, right?

I don't know why I feel blocked in my heart when I think of the disappointment hidden under my master's angry face.

I got out of bed, walked to the dresser and stood in front of the mirror.

Looking at my dull self in the mirror, with long hair to my waist and a lost look.

Pulling on the collar of my pajamas, the snowflake-like mark, icy blue, was beautiful.

But when I saw the hidden cleavage on my chest, my face instantly flushed.

Calm down, calm down, this is myself.

My hands trembled as I touched my own breasts, and I froze, so soft was the girl's here.

Realizing my perverted thoughts immediately let go of my hand.

The master is in the next room, she must have heard my heart.

In that case, she must also know that I was a man in my previous life, right?

I took a deep breath and took off all my clothes in front of the mirror, and my two snowy white hills stood out, and I looked down and found that my underwear was not the same as the one I was wearing before I passed out.

Taking another deep breath, I removed the last of my defenses and was bare underneath.

Standing completely naked/naked in front of the mirror, I was so mesmerized by the girl in the mirror that I couldn't move my eyes.

Probably 17 years old, slender waist, snow white jade hands, long blue hair looks so smooth and light, no hint of fat on her belly and legs, and a nice shape down there.

But ...... I fell to my knees.

But this unbelievably beautiful girl turned out to be someone's slave, just a killing tool, that's why the master didn't care in the slightest about changing my clothes for me, right, so she must not care if I was male or female in my previous life, no matter how twisted I was, I was just a tool of war for her. If I didn't use my abilities for war, I would be nothing more than a waste to my master.

Memories of the Earth, the blue sphere of life, the land of peace. I can't go back anymore.

I have no one to rely on in this world either, so I have to listen to my master, I guess.

Wiping away my tears and putting back on my clothes, I returned to my bed and lay down.

My heart's voice, hear it or not, it's not like the master cares about my entanglements anyway.

Finally re-entered the dream world.

The perspective in the dream world was behind a girl.

It was a girl with flowing blue hair, wearing a long white dress.

Behind her back grew light blue wings of light, like the wings of an angel, and just stood in the air.

I could see the spectacular sight under this girl, the dense demon soldiers advancing in their armor.

Ahead was a city with human soldiers guarding it.

In a flash the girl turned into a beam of light and swooped towards the city gate.

The walls of the city collapsed instantly, and smoke and dust rolled and mud flew.

Even without the sound, I could imagine the sound of it gaining momentum.

The girl led the demon army to bloodbath the entire city, a million times more gruesome than when I slaughtered Lamoron.

The blood ran off the gray floor of the city, the scaled buildings were painted with countless stains of blood, and the rivers were dyed red.

The girl went on a killing spree like a killing machine, without mercy.

Of course I knew who the girl was, the girl's face, exactly like mine.