บท 120: Chapter 120: A Peaceful Evening

Roman walked into the living room, feeling the warmth and comfort of the space envelop him. Xylara, his loyal assistant and demonic slave, lay on the sofa, watching TV in comfortable clothes. Her eyes sparkled as she greeted him, "Master, you're back. How was your day?"

Roman smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "My day was fine, Xylara. How about yours? I'm sure you've been busy, since things started moving."

Xylara chuckled, her voice husky. "I'm fine, master. As long as master orders it, it shall be done." She jumped off the sofa, her movements graceful, and approached Roman. With a gentle touch, she removed his blazer, her fingers brushing against his chest.

Roman's smile deepened as he gazed at her. "You're always so diligent, Xylara." He caressed her cheek, his fingers tracing the contours of her face. "I don't know what I would do without you."