Bab 90: Request

My heart dropped as Lord Byron's words tore through my chest, filled with naked desire and lust. From the cruel twist of his smile to the depraved look in his eye, this lord was anything but magnanimous.

"Slave Hero?" Soltair asked slowly, his eyes narrowing.

The lord smiled, appearing entirely relaxed. "Of course. Word spread soon before the festival started that the final hero had been found. A slave demonkin, by all accounts. As it teased upon some of my favorite pastimes, I paid close attention. Who'd have thought she'd show up at my doorstep!"

"I see. Yes, Xiviyah, the Fate Hero, is currently my slave, but I trust you will treat her with the status she deserves."

"Naturally. But, if she ever does act up, feel free to come for advice. I have more than enough experience in winning loyalty," Lord Byron said, giving me a playful wink.