CHAPTER 395: EPILOGUE 2 (1/2)
Recently, the Master hasn’t allowed me to follow her out. Even the most recent excursion was so: she just briefly mentioned that she was going out, then sent me off to do some construction work. Well, I’m just a simple Devil, four limbs and one head, that’s all. I guess I’m just not cut out for politics…
The Safety Zone grows larger by the day, and so does the number of worms within it. The Abyssal golems have been performing better than expected, whether it is fighting or digging.
Even though this task that the Master has given me doesn’t seem too important, I’ll faithfully complete it. But these days without the Master have gone by like years.
How I miss those days when I could always accompany the Master. Back then, there wasn’t a time when I did not have access to the Master’s alluring scent. That scent is just intoxicating. It seeps into my soul, and a day without sniffing it makes me uncomfortable…
My master is just so beautiful, so exalted, so elegant, so strong, so smart and oh so brave… Even if I were to use up all the words in this world to describe my love for the Master, it would only represent a fraction of what it truly was… My love for the Master runs so deep… I just want to compose a poem again to express my longing.
Dear Master, I miss you.
Dear Master, do you miss me?
Dear Master, please let me stay by your side.
I want to protect your beauty, your smile is the only goal I have in life.
My lowly self, loves you more than life.
My lowly self, goes giddy at the sight of you.
My lowly self…
Hmm. How should I end that part?
I knocked myself on the noggin, but it was useless… I have to face up to reality. I’m just not cut out for poetry, but I still want to be a poet!
A serious question has always bothered me: my master is clearly a female Lust Demon, so why does she keep emphasizing that she is a male? How confusing.
There are a million Devils who love the Master, but of those there are only a few true competitors. Like Big 4 and the newcomer, No. 6.
No.6 was just a Small Imp, skinny and lacking in strength. For a Five-star like me who had been blessed with the Original Sin of Wrath, I could easily take on ten of him. But in the battle for the Master’s heart, combat strength wasn’t all that was important. The Master didn’t want us fighting with each other either. That was why I had to constantly control myself to not beat up No.6.
I dare not hold any desires towards the Master, because she was exalted and I am lowly.
The mission the Master had given me was to dig a canal that linked the large lava lakes near the capital. By doing so, we could raise more worms to feed our army.
Recently, No.6 has been popping by once in a while to check on the work. From him, I’ve gained quite a bit of news, like how there are countless Devils slowly streaming into Sable Radiance.
Even though I don’t like No.6, if he’s able to help me return to the Master’s side faster, I’m willing to owe him a favour. I’ll just make sure not to beat him up in the future.