The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

"Let's talk about the race..."

Your husband, a strong male sitting next to you, listens to me.

Since ancient times, dark elf society has been a class society of respected men and women.

A man cannot even receive revelation from a goddess.

All in all, he is recognised as a weak being with no power and no head.

From time to time, with the exception of strong men who perform remarkable work beloved by goddesses, they are constantly despised and neglected, equal to a subordinate people who are not demon-guided aristocracy, such as ordinary males, or livestock below.

Many of his compatriots believe in Micea, the goddess of demonic poison.

It is the same in [the underground city of Dow Mezzaran], one of the leading cities in the underground city where I grew up.

Women have a high status and men generally have a low status.

Those who are talented among the women gain a fighting profession as priests.

Priests are inspired by the power of the goddess.

And often the oldest woman among those who became priests will be the head of the magical guidance nobility of each family.

Because experience is power.

However, if you belong to a low ranking exorcist nobleman even though you are a priestess, you are considered low in status and honor.

It's just that the Demonic Nobility is an upper-class, chosen and high-end people.

It will be incomparable with the subordinate people of the magical guiding nobility.

The rank is absolute.

position represents the status of each magical guide aristocrat.

It is a testament to the magical guidance nobility that Dao is named after.

It begins at the top [leading first demon guide nobility] and ends at the bottom of [twentieth demon guide nobility].

The higher they say, the more favors they get from the goddess.

Social status is also promised.

So the more superior you are, the more power you are going to concentrate.

Dominating the underground city of Dow Mezzaran refers to becoming [the leading number one magical guide nobleman].

Lady Micea, the goddess of demonic poison, likes blood.

They are competing for the magical lords.

It also makes various other organizations contend.

Dark elf society is particularly contentious among underground societies.

And it is normal for the demonic nobles to do anything to raise their ranks.

Just as my demon-guided aristocracy was destroyed...

You can't live without always leading by using tactical vertical and horizontal talents, including conspiracies to form alliances with or betray different demonic aristocracies, and by working out a policy of reading ahead.

That doesn't change adults, children, men and women.

Though it's a giant city underground, there are races living in the same city crossing the Corpse Mountain Blood River.

Let's say the opposite of the lives of the Muggles today.

I grew up in such an environment.

And I can be rigorously trained from childhood by my great mother, Lady Run, who is also a parent and priest, and my sister's eldest daughter, Saija.

The training is intense......

Now I think that's not training......

It was a sieve off the poison.

At first, the sisters of the clan and their younger brothers were more than a hundred in total.

But......

Dark Tiger (Dore).

War Prison Uggla.

Arbiter.

Wormwood.

Dark Lion (Dark Breath).

Cuizner of [Demon Empire].

One defector after another will emerge as they continue their long-running operational survival training in which those powerful and incomparable monsters struggle with their lives to survive a certain period of time while traveling [the dark streets].

Of course, shepherds die.

Going down the dark streets without the sound of Lyogol can be described as hell.

Many sisters and brothers die in this training.

I was able to survive this training safely with a number of excellent sisters.

Then only I was to be separated from my sisters.

He is raised with the same privilege as his eldest daughter, Saija, a candidate for priesthood.

It was strange......

Apparently the extra skill of a silver butterfly on my cheek was a valuable skill.

Special education was also classroom and taught a variety of things.

The rigour of the identity system in dark elf society.

The Lower Citizens, the lowest level of Hierarchy, Dwarves and Gnomes living in each underground city.

Learn things outside the city.

Roaming underground corridors are Guru Dwarves, independent cities led by factions of Furu Dwarves, independent cities of the Gnomes, independent cities of the Demon Empire with forces other than Black Rings, Grambas, Demons, and Demons.

Filthy muggles living in the world on the lid.

I was taught that it was a world filled with scorn.

You'll find out later that this is a mistake.

Furthermore, he was tapped into faith in Micea, the goddess of demonic poison, respect and respect for the strong, mastermind tactics, banditry techniques, covert techniques, hiding, scouting techniques, magical treatment, sign perception, archery of demonic fighting techniques, treatment of silver butterflies, an extra skill, individual fights in melee to ranged fights, and group fights under all circumstances.

Thanks to these trainings, I become stronger by remembering my combat profession one after the other.

In the process of getting stronger......

I hear that the great Mother Run, who guides me through magic, also praised me.

The Mother Lan is also the only priest in the House of the Apocalyptic Azmires to whom I belong.

You are the one who can hear the words of Micea, the goddess of demonic poison.

Sister Saija says that when she becomes a priest, the goddess gives her a holy "mirror of roses".

"Using a special mirror to show everyone the goddess' grace and revelation."

"I will lead the nobleman's clan together.

That's what my sister was describing.

Apparently priests need magic, spiritual power, and faith.

Basically, I heard that the goddess would be the direct choice.

That's why my mother is an excellent woman.

Micea, the demonic poison goddess who chose that mother, was taught that she loved emotions like anger, strength, lies, jealousy, fear, betrayal, and so on, that green roses, snakes and spiders would also be preferred.

I was strangely convinced when I heard the part where I preferred strength.

I guess I was careless.

Speaking of priests, Sister Seija will be their candidate for priesthood in the next year.

And I remember happily speaking.

Best memories for me.

Sure, at the end of my training... it was when I was sitting in a stone chair with my sister.

"Sisters, why are your sisters continuing their training with younger brothers who, unlike me, cannot use them?

"That's because you're special. My mother and I are working out directly for the future of the clan. There are no talking trees to protect mansions like other Thermayer Demon Guided Nobles. So each of us has to be strong."

Special. Recently, I hear that all the time.

At that time I wanted to spend time with my sisters who lived through hard training together.

I was saying such a sweet thing to my sister.

"Also, it's special, I hate not being able to train with my sisters"

"What do you mean? The butterfly seal on your right cheek can be a weapon of my demonic nobility if you use it? And we must welcome to our husbands a strong man beloved by the goddess"

Strong man?

What's your sister saying at this time when men are so weak?

That's what I wondered.

"Oh no, male, I hate weak men"

At the time I thought I was a weak thing, such as a man.

But he denied me so strongly, and, as he was angry, his sister told me with both my shoulders strong.

"- Stupid thing. All right? Sure, you can throw away weak males and stuff. But there must be a strong male somewhere."

My sister was a little scared at this time with an impatient face.

"... but we're all here, right? All the weak males, even my mother, were angry to keep them away from me, and follow the tradition. I've said that many times."

My sister nodded at my words, but shook her neck left and right and denied it.

"The teachings of our compatriots are important, but don't be too old-fashioned in tradition. Your extra skills are an important" strength "to pass on to future generations. So do more training and be strong yourself. And find a strong man and welcome him to your husband. If a strong man has another woman, take her away with" force. "And do the matrimonial ritual. Do not lose to other demon-guided nobles or sisters of the same family."

I honestly wasn't convinced yet, but my sister kept talking with a serious face, so I had to snort.

"... Yes. But doesn't your sister need a strong man?

"- Ha, I can't because I'm my oldest daughter. I'd like to work out my sword with Selmi and the others... but I'm a clan priest candidate. Serving Micea, the goddess of demonic poison. That's why Vine finds a strong male, a noble man..."

I remember my sister well with a gentle smile on her face.

The laughter was nice.

"Yeah. Okay. But today's sister, she seems happy."

"Hehe, yeah. You know what I mean? I'm sure glad. Today, my mother officially gave me a revelation report from the goddess. He said to make me a candidate for priest next year."

"Wow, wow, wow. Sister, you can be a priest. Congratulations."

"Ha, you're fast. But thank you. My sweet little sister."

My sister stroked my head and held me tight.

But five years later, the third week of the Divine Luo Moon.

Suddenly the mansion is on fire.

There was a roar outside the mansion and the battle was starting.

I take immediate action.

When we caught the enemy we were fighting, we interrogated him.

So for the first time, we learn that it has been occupied by the members of the [Fifth Demon Guided Noble Langibad Family] and the [Eleventh Demon Guided Noble Squad Family] who have waged war.

Angry emotions exploded.

I would have burned bright red, not blue skin at this time.

I will continue my resistance by arresting one enemy after another.

He was slaughtering dozens and enemies dark elves.

Eventually, he entered the mansion and slammed a few people to see his favorite sister.

It was so discolored that it was covered in red and black stains that I didn't know what color the clothes were.

Chest, belly mutilated unbroken, all fatally.

I was upset.

And it was when I still peeled out of my kids.

Sometimes I got caught off guard when I was on track.

I think I was proud.

Phantom Sword Shooter, a magic bow swordsman who is a rare combat position, and when I first found out in this body that if I were surrounded by the hand of a swordsman from a remote soldier, it would be brittle...

hour, already late.

I am caught by an enemy wearing a thick leather dress of pearl colour.

He was thrown into the cage.

I heard more about it because there were other families caught, and I find out that the great mother had been assassinated early.

And... including my sisters, I also learned that most of the clans belonging to [the twelfth demonic nobleman Azmir family] had died in battle.

Having lost his priest, [the Azmiris] stripped the demon-guided aristocracy.

It was crushed.

Everything I've spent my life...

Furthermore, I was exposed to shame.

They put me in a banishment ritual.

He was officially banished from the underground city of Dow Mezzaran to the world on the lid and to the ground world of Muggles.

"... this is when I was living in an underground city"

That's your first time. This is how I tell old stories......

Your husband was listening to me and nodding, grieving, and listening in silence.

"... I see it's very interesting because I might be glad to hear the vegan words of Vine, and also because I'm interested in dark elf society. Is there any other reason why Micea, the goddess of demonic poison, is collecting faith?

It seems that your husband, a strong male, is interested in God.

"... there is. Only Micea, the goddess of demonic poison, speaks to the dark elves alone. And it is said that the priest, whom the goddess has recognized, and his priest belong to, bewitched aristocracy, for all kinds of favors."

A strong man reacts to surprises when he hears this.

"... God bless only one race"

Why are you surprised?

"That's right. Strange, huh? There are so many gods in this world."

"Oh, well, you are. I'm in trouble, too.... So how long before Vine was banished to the ground?

You think God's bothering you?

Is your husband, still a strong male, loved by God?

A strong male beloved by God seems to be interested in me.

Pleasant emotions overflow.

Let's talk more.

I was banished, surely...

"... say in muggles, about five years ago now"

Five years ago.

I'd rather tell you my secret than that.

"That's right. So, about the secret we were talking about earlier..."

"Okay. Let's hear it."

A strong male, a strong man, your husband moves his gaze with magic in his black eyes, staring at my face.

I try to say it a little twisted.

"For example, how can there be no dark elf slaves in the muggle world on the lid (the terrestrial world)?

"That's abrupt. Is that the secret?

A strong man in my questioning moves a single eyebrow and speaks with a smile on his face.

I want you to know, so I'll tell you the answer.

"That's right. The answer to that is extremely simple. Dark subordinate magic doesn't work on dark elves. No, I have a story to tell. The effect of the subordinate collar acts firmly, but only the dark elf species can play the effect of the subordinate collar stained with the body if you think of it as" dissolving "or" liberating "while wrapping magic around your body."

...... hmm?

Even if you talk about secret answers, your husband just snorts a little.

You don't seem so surprised.

"Isn't slavery absolute either..."

I'm whining about that.

"What do you think? I'm familiar with slave traders, but none of them escaped slavery alone."

"You mean just dark elves?

"That's right. The power of darkness reserved only for dark elves. I think it makes sense that Dark Elves all have dark attributes, but one theory seems to begin with the fact that Micea, the goddess of demonic poison, taught Dark Elves magicians how to make their first subordinate collars in far ancient times..."

From there, we will talk about the Dark Elves, including me, who was exiled to the muggle world on the lid.

Those who were banished like me are called "Out Dark Elves" or "What Dark Elves".

As we were talking earlier......

In the earthly world of muggles on this lid, first of all, there will be no such thing as a dark elf who besides me likes himself to be a slave to muggles.

Even if caught by slave traders, Dark Elves, who grew up living in the underground world, are highly combative.

I survived in the outside world, a detached dark elf, which is why it's a natural story......

Even if they were detained by some kind of professional magic device, it should be easy, for example, to get them out by any means.

And there's no way to forgive the Muggle slave traders who enslaved themselves or anything like that.

In the sense that we grew up in a dark elf society, it's normal for us to either kill the slave trader and erase our own trail to flee to a distant area, or to aim to return to our underground homeland.

I was the same at the beginning of my exile.

He wants to go back to his hometown.

Hometown, the underground city of Dow Mezzaran, has an alias besides "Dark Venom Capital".

"It was called the ideal home of a dark green rose.

Back in his homeland, he crushed my house...

I want to defeat that hatred [the fifth demon-led aristocracy Langibad family] and [the eleventh demon-led aristocracy Squad family].

Scattered Azmir family.

Footage of the family's pride, the "Green Rose Snake House Seal", being trampled to its head.

- Take my mother's revenge.

- Sister, avenge your sisters.

But that's an unfulfilled dream.

Even if it were revenge, it wouldn't follow the underground city of Dow Mezzaran.

The Dow Mezzaran is deep underground, and in the end, it is not a place that can be reached by individuals.

From the underground world to the muggle world on the lid, the great cave is endlessly long and multiplied.

Many monsters roam the road, and in the shallow hierarchy they also meet a wide variety of races living on the lid, including muggles.

To break through on the road like that......

At least the squadron size of an elite class led by a superior demon-led aristocrat is required.

Personal, no maps, breaking through a big cave in the basement, etc... impossible.

In fact, when the survivors of the dark elves of other vanquished demon-led aristocracies, including me, were expelled to the Muggle world, their elite troops were deliberately escorting them to the earth.

Elite troops are the [Dark Hundred Crossbows] of the [Third Demon Guided Noble Empire Family], who have been given the role of gatekeepers (Zonekeepers) for generations.

Each and every one of them is said to be a group of magical warriors with crossbows.

This elite unit is not only good at protecting foreign enemies, but also at intelligence, and always carries the task of escorting the Dark Elves, who have been formally deported to the Lid World through "exile talks."

Long and steep enough to require such an elite force.

Alone, my thoughts about my hometown are unexpected dreams.

There are many entrances to the lid world.

The other dark elves, including me, were left behind in such countless places.

The place is a desolate zone full of rocks.

"It was a place called the Rock of Light.

Guru Dark Elves in exile are left in the lid world wearing headscarves and unable to communicate with each other like this.

So rarely do the Dark Elves in exile act together first.

Though you may encounter it by chance.

It would be unlimited.

Well, it's a natural treatment.

There is no reason to sum it up and liberate it.

As I have just told you, I am naturally left behind with a piece of clothing.

The rocks in exile were dazzling and glowing.

And when my eyes got used to it, the rocks were glowing, and this was the first time I knew that the ground world on this lid was a world full of light.

Thus, the world on the lid, roaming the earth untouched.

On the lid is a good thing.

There's really no lid, so there's just a blue sky on one side... and there's no way out.

There were also large strange round objects floating in the distant sky.

It is an object that emits a round and unusual dazzling light.

The dazzling light seemed to scorch my skin and I hated it so much.

After time, the round object ceases to sink.

It darkened up like home, and the sky covered it black.

What's going on? and keep looking up for a while.

Then there appeared countless dots of light, and the sky was transformed, whether there was a light forceful gushing over the distance.

Not only dots, but one large round object and a missing but glowing round object appeared on top.

I was afraid, too scared, that the lid would change so much.

Fear strikes me.

I decided to stop looking up, to make myself smaller and to sleep in the shadows of the rocks to contain my fear.

I want to go back to the world with the lid.

I want to go home to Dow Mezzaran.

I was asleep thinking about such pity.

Know that the next day, and as you continue to walk with the next day, the top will become dark and bright repeatedly.

In my chest I kept walking over and over again on such a day, black emotions were swirling and filled with the desire to clear up my depression because anything was fine.

If you see a dirty muggle, I'll kill you.

Though I thought of it as a piece of clothing.

Ever since you were banished to the ground, all you're eating is bugs and grass.

I devoted myself desperately to finding food to live.

I ran into numerous monsters in doing so.

I dealt with it magically from afar, but wind signs perception is not the same as underground. I resisted with stones and bare hands when I ran into tons of monsters because of the madness of my senses.

I could beat him to death with just a stone.

I haven't learned how to fight with stones or anything, but it would be thanks to all kinds of training.

I can resist this even if I encounter Muggles.

With that in mind, I was to see Muggle for the first time when I even kept walking and walking through the desolation and over the woods.

Apparently I was leaning into the Muggles' living quarters unknowingly.

The opponent is small. It was a child's muggle.

But the kid's muggle didn't seem obnoxious.

I am a dirtier wanderer and an outcast.

Because it was filthy.

I remember my sisters when I saw the child smile.

Muggles and I don't think it's any different......

By then, black feelings such as "I'll kill you" had disappeared.

But if we don't talk about it, it won't start.

And I came near with courage, and talked.

But the words don't make sense.

I don't even know what kids say.

Damn. I didn't even imagine it. Different words, etc.

... but it doesn't make sense... but it somehow conveys the meaning of the words you're talking about.

Then follow me. I showed him the trick.

I am powerless because I have wandered forever.

Slowly follow on foot.

Sometimes, the child stopped and smiled at me.

Am I not alert?

Tell a child younger than me what to do.

And I was guided to the village where my child lived, and I was able to get food separated from the child's parents.

We didn't understand each other's words, but we smiled and thanked each other.

Some muggles can be called muggles at this time.

And, I changed my perception.

But that night.

I find out that the perception was wrong.

Muggle slavers trying to capture me came aboard with slaves in the homes of their cared for parents and children.

Those slave traders were paying the parents of the child to whom I turned my smile.

Yes, I was sold.

Hahaha, does it end up the same everywhere. and moaned.

Again, Master Micea, the goddess of demonic poison, seems to love betrayal, anger, and lies. And.

I guess this is my fate as a dark elf.

I roar on the spot to offer my wrath to Micea, the goddess of demonic poison.

He killed the slave traders who came aboard him the other way around.

Killed Muggle's parents, who sold me, and left the area.

The child... could not be killed.

Because my sisters are too much for my head, but that child will resent me.

From then on, it becomes a routine to travel to hide the world of muggles.

But I get in trouble while I'm gone.

I guess the presence of dark elves is a rare species for muggles.

Even when I came to the area where different Muggles lived, I was also chased by Muggles' slave traders.

But there was some confusion about what happened this day.

I didn't get my period......

My head doesn't work and the slave trader catches me.

I've been put on a collar and enslaved.

As soon as you become a slave, if you embrace magic, you will play subordinate magic.

It didn't work for me, so I tried to escape immediately, but I was treated politely from the beginning.

They are provided with clothing and accommodation and are allowed to move freely.

Slavers explained to me by gesturing.

Seems to have also been guaranteed life, so after spending a while in adultery, somehow, Muggle's slavers began to teach Muggle, the language of the people, in an attempt to educate me.

This slaver is apparently eye-catching and has spotted evidence of the existence of extra skills on my cheeks as well as being a normal dark elf.

So I guess you're saying you can sell it high.

But isn't this convenient the other way around? And.

To bloom back into the underground world, we have to go through everything, even the power, the gold, the nasty muggles...

I don't want to end up with just an unexpected dream.

I thought it would be nice to continue pretending to be caught like this and take a look at Muggle society.

Month goes by.

When I understood Muggle's words to some extent.

Advice, I had been sold for a great deal of money to a different grade slave trader.

Then we reach Cannellas with a twist.

He had received further higher education from Cannellas.

Along the way your husband bought me, and now here I am.

In the end, we talked about everything, no, some of the past.

To this incredibly strong male, a strong man......

"I see. Were you deliberately enslaved to see the world on earth? So, Vine, you just had a moment, but you wrapped your magic around your body, didn't you?

Did you still notice?

Your husband, a strong male, a flat-faced muggle, but too sharp.

"Yes......"

Earlier I thought of magic as a "solution" because it was reflexive and my mind was confused.

There's nothing I can do about that place.

It was a place for couples to perform rituals, old colleagues' holes...

Naked, unarmed and defenseless of each other......

The ritual of taking a bath with a man who will be my husband... for the first time in my life.

... and your husband is a strong male but a muggle man.

Muggles, but with brilliant muscles.

There is a certain sophistication and elegance, like the Dark Tiger (Dore).

After I had never had experience... Muggle's man said, "Open your heart," so I was glad I was reflexively angry... my emotions exploded and I was confused.

Honestly, I'm glad I stayed a slave.

But now, maybe this was a good idea.

This is what would have happened.

"... you took off your slaves. Does that mean you want to be hostile to me?

"No, it's not..."

My strong male husband looked sorry for me and asked me that.

I do not want to antagonize this strong male.

A good way to see through magic.

Earlier, spear moves, magic, and fights in that labyrinth.

A heart that cares for me. Behavior that calmly deals with and helps his peers, even if he eats unintentional hits.

Gentle personality, which makes the black beast of fear obey.

Everything is amazing. Too awesome.

Exactly, strong male, strong man.

But are you sure it's a normal muggle?

Years have passed since I was banished to earth, but I have never seen such a strong male, a strong man, etc.

What if there are other men like this in the world on the lid just because I don't know?

So my sister's words come back to life.

He wants me to be the husband of a strong man that God loves.

Sure, after your husband told God that he was in trouble and helped his people...

I'm doing a miracle of the Spirit.

I think that necklace, the power of the Nepure High Shent and the Light Spirit and the soul also have something to do with it, but it's a rarely seen phenomenon.

I still think he's strong enough to be loved by God.

The strong man opens his mouth.

"... isn't it? But in silence, I put my face in its eyes. He's got a wrinkle between his eyebrows and looks angry. If you can cancel the subordinate magic on the collar, you can do me harm, and now you're free. You can get away from me, can't you?

Hmm, suddenly changed the vibe?

Not a sorry face...... scary, killer.

My gaze alone tells me that I feel fear...

But not only fear, but my breasts are tightened.

No, now it's better than that - the weapon is beside the bedroom.

Luckily the black beast of terror is asleep......

But I think over and over again, I don't want to be hostile to this strong male, this strong man.

I don't want to admit Muggle, except for your husband, who is this strong man.

Let me explain.

"... No, I am not angry. I can do the attack if I do want to. But I don't want to be hostile. My face, this is the face of the vegan. Unlike the faces you've made as slaves before, you have a real face on the table to expose and think about. Master."

I was desperately elucidating.

"Oh well. So you trusted me a little? But is it true you canceled subordinate magic? There's no ring on the chest."

This strong man was stopping his sharp gaze and smiling.

The strong man's black eyes speak as he stares at my chest to lick when he captures my neck, on my chest.

My breasts are huge.

Earlier, I didn't get my hands on it, but I was concentrating my gaze on all my breasts.

"Again, I don't want to be hostile to your husband"

Your husband nods at my words but stares at my chest.

He also said to you, a man honest in his desires, that I would not attack him unless I gave my consent.

Is this strong husband surprisingly a gentleman?

But why do I feel the thought of my chest being tightened just now?

When this man sees me, I feel a fever in my lower abdomen.

Is there some kind of special skill only this strong man has?

Or is there a side effect of subordinate magic, even though I played it?

"... don't you want to be hostile? Then you'll be free away from me?

"No, I don't want to leave."

"Why? Vine is familiar with the Muggle world, and even one person can do enough. You're free, right?

Are you familiar with the world? Somewhat familiar with business relationships.

"... would it be annoying for me to be here"

"No, no, it's not annoying. As far as I'm concerned, I'm happy. But if you're not a slave, I'm not going to be forced to tie you up either. You're free to go outside."

You want me to go outside freely?

Still neglecting Muggle society with me......

I know how much money that luxurious, lackluster slaver Cannellas is worth.

Bought me for such a large sum of money...

My "respect for my will" and freedom.

What a big man the vessel is.

- My heart is shaking.

Now... ok. Let's admit it.

This strong man, who helps his people and is friendly to women, is a fine "male" and "male" stronger and more noble than any other muggle.

However, it is flawed in the balls that it is vulnerable to women who can become pornographic and sketchy and ancient?

But - that's funny.

I want to know more about your husband, this strong man.

I want to live on foot with you in the future.

Oh, but if, I...

- At that moment, I don't know if it's God's prank...

Memories of past tragedies in the Dow Mezzaran come back to life behind my brain.

Ahh - Mother, sister, excuse me.

I didn't forget to take revenge on my old bond...

One day I will defeat the hateful demon-guided aristocracy.

But I want to see it up close.

Give this strong man...

If you are this strong male and a strong man......

Strange, but I can accomplish all things beyond my vengeance.

It makes you feel so exhilarating that you've never felt before.

While the memory of the tragedy ran through the back of my brain, I clearly knew how I felt.

Staring at a strong man.

Yes, I fell in love with this strong master.

"... Freedom or then I will let you do as you have done before. You're free, okay?... Your husband"

I'm not a slave anymore, but as a thought to take it off the old bond (Kihan)...

I intend to take a new oath of allegiance.

"... something doesn't make sense. Why are you following me?

Ugh, for once, can you believe it because it entailed magic to show hostility?

How can you understand that?

... embarrassing but let's get to the point.

the first cause of my confusion.

"... because your husband is a really strong male"

I confessed... my face is hot.

Ahhh...... embarrassing.

What happened to me?

I get sucked into your husband's black eyes......

"Well, you're a strong male. Thank you. I'd love it if you followed me. I knew you'd give me a lot of money."

Your husband scratches his head hair poly so that when he smiles happily so.

Oh, good.

It was a little dull but convinced me.

Let's go back to being slaves in order to gain trust.

Respect the strong.

"Yes, I'll try to be worthy of that big buck. Your husband."