episode_0019

How can one call oneself a master when he has given up being the master?

He was no longer my master.

And there was no reason for me to look after someone who wasn’t my master.

I dragged him to the palace and let out all my pent-up emotions.

Torture. Endless torture.

He screamed and begged for his life, but I didn’t stop. He had to hurt as much as I did.

How much time has passed like that?

He died because he failed to control his strength.

The old owner didn’t respond even when I kicked him with my foot. I watched him for a moment as he grew cold, and then I pulled the soul out of his body.

There was only one reason for extracting the soul.

I was planning to go back and kill him.

My suffering wasn’t just this much.

Right now I can’t use the return spell because I don’t have enough magic power, but if I wait about 10 years, I’ll be able to use it again.

I will chase you to the end and kill you.

···Several years passed like that.

Didn’t they say that nothing in this world lasts forever?

My anger, which seemed like it would last forever, gradually faded as time went by. It was gradually being eroded away, like waves carving away at a cliff. Little by little, steadily.

Finally, when it all came down to it.

I was able to step out of the rage-clouded vision and face what I had done objectively.

It was terrible.

It was such a terrible thing. It was so horrible. I had done something so terrible to my master again.

A feeling of disgust came over me.

Didn’t you say you wanted to ask for forgiveness from your master? Wasn’t that why you were locked in an underground cave for hundreds of years and studied?

But instead of asking for his forgiveness, he ended up killing him just like before.

I was an ugly bitch.

I said that if I could just meet him and ask for forgiveness, it wouldn’t matter even if I didn’t get forgiveness.

In fact, I wanted to be forgiven by him. I had a hidden, ugly desire inside of me to be forgiven by him and to go back to our old relationship.

What an ugly and shameless bitch she is.

How can you expect forgiveness after doing something like that?

Even when things don’t go his way, he goes as far as to kill his master.

I felt like I was nothing more than a plague to him.

Am I really the devil’s child as he said?

I spent my time suffering from self-loathing and guilt. I often rubbed my master’s crystal ball…

Before I knew it, the return magic was ready.

Before I left, I made a promise to myself that I would definitely ask for forgiveness from my master this time…

***

Fortunately, the master didn’t run away. He seemed very afraid of me, but it wasn’t to the point where I couldn’t talk to him like last time.

I played the role of my past self. I packaged myself with the speech and actions I would have had at that time.

And then a miracle happened.

The master began to treat me kindly. Although I knew that behind it all, there was fear of me, it was still a very touching scene.

My heart was pounding. How hard I had worked to see this.

I took the opportunity to hug him. It was the kind of thing I would do at that time, so it felt very natural. I rubbed my face against his chest. I took a deep breath.

Sewup··· ha···

The smell of my master, which I had not smelled in hundreds of years. It was so destructive. My lower body tingled. At this moment, I was thankful that I was a woman. If I were a man, I would have been caught so easily.

I was happy. I felt like I could die like this without any regrets.

But that happiness was short-lived.

My happiness was shattered when I heard his surprise announcement that he would take me to the zodiac.

How can this be happening? Giving and taking away is too much···

The master was stubborn.

I thought about being stubborn, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it because I felt that my master was afraid of me.

I didn’t want to rush into an irreversible relationship with my master any longer.

In the end, I was abandoned in the zodiac again.

I struggled with a deep sense of loss. Still, I could not disobey my master’s orders, so I entered the palace quietly.

My reunion with my master was brief, but I was very happy. I could live my whole life with that short memory. So it’ll be okay.

Of course, it was my mistake.

Even though I didn’t know where I was, I knew where I was. I was going crazy because my master was there and not there. Soon after, I was overcome by a violent impulse. I wanted to run to my master right away.

In fact, I had already placed a tracking spell on my master, so I could go find him at any time. Of course, I suppressed my impulse because I knew that my master would be scared if I did that.

As I was cleaning up the palace trash and ascending to the throne, I suddenly realized that my master had not told me not to come this time.

I quickly brought the master over.

I reassured him, who was very flustered, and gave him the title of Grand Duke. I was returning his old territory. I think the master was very happy.

He would have liked it even more if he had known there were more gifts.

A secret gift I prepared. I was planning to offer this entire empire to my master. And at the same time, I was going to marry him.

The Archduke was a preparatory measure for that.

Time passed.

The master was still afraid of me, but he didn’t reject me completely. I’m satisfied with this much. Of course, if the master loved me, I would be happy as if I were flying.

But there was one thing that bothered me.

A rag girl started to cling to her master.

Even the master loved her, just like he used to do for me in the past.

I wanted to run over there and tear that motherfucker to pieces right away. But I hesitated because I thought that if I did that, my master would hate me. I didn’t want my master to hate me anymore.

As the days passed, the master became closer to that woman. I couldn’t understand it. Why on earth would the master be close to a woman like that?

If you want a woman, I can do whatever I want for you···

I’m much prettier and much better…

The jealousy that had been building up exploded one day.

When I found a slut waiting for her master in the garden, I couldn’t help but grab her by the hair. I was going to kill her or make sure she never gets tangled up with my master again.

But the master appeared and stopped me. He begged me in a mean manner. Please let me go. Feeling miserable at the sight, I let the slut go as the master ordered. And the master ran away with the slut as if he was guarding me.

I was locked in my room and couldn’t shake off my depression for a while. There was a time when I was treated like that by my master too…

I was so jealous of that bitch.

Then, when I heard that my master was looking for me, I ran to his room.

There, I had a sincere conversation with my master. I thought that I had become closer to him. But it seemed like my master just wanted to get away from me. At the end of the conversation, he hinted to me that he wanted to get out of here. I got angry for a moment. That bitch must have put a dent in my master. To get out of the palace and live happily ever after with my master…

As soon as I got out of the room, I went to find that bitch and killed her.

It was really disgusting to see him searching for his master until the moment of his death.

I put the bitch in a box and showed it to my master. It was a warning of sorts. Don’t run away from me.

But the master ignored my warning.

He ran away from me shortly thereafter.

He cut off the legs of the fleeing master and killed him by beheading him.

I was lost in sorrow.

Why did it end up like this again? I clearly promised myself that I would ask for forgiveness from my master before I started the regression…

The problem was that I had tasted the master’s kindness.

Once he tasted it, he became greedy. Just a little more, just a little more. Little by little, he wanted more and more warmth, and eventually he killed him.

Greed is the problem. If I had just been satisfied with seeing the master’s face, I wouldn’t have come this far… Then the master would have been happy too…

Now I felt that there was no turning back. I was afraid of what the master would think of me. Would he hate me? He would. I hated myself too.

Still, I had to return, so I retrieved my master’s soul.

Next regression.

As soon as I returned, I was able to face my master who was strangling me. I could see the hatred he had for me in his eyes. I could also see his desperate will to kill me.

It was natural. There was no way I wouldn’t hate him for doing such things. This is right. Maybe this is the right way for a bitch like me to die. Dying like this at the hands of my master might not be a bad ending…

So I gave up resisting and decided to accept the Master’s will.

But I didn’t die. It was because the master’s heart weakened when he saw me, who was not resisting. In the end, he couldn’t kill me.

He left me behind with a complicated face.

Left alone in the campsite, I thought to myself, this hurts more than dying.

After four years, I returned with him. The reason I set aside four years was to give us time to think things over. What if my master changes his mind and doesn’t abandon me next time?

But it seems like it was a really meaningless time.

In that regression, and the next regression, I was inevitably abandoned by him.

Now, you didn’t even give me a chance to talk.

He just left me while I was sleeping.

As I kept repeating this, I became tired. Killing the master every time was mentally exhausting. I even thought about just giving up on returning.

In fact, the return was my greed. My greed to restore my relationship with the master. I wondered if it was right to involve the master in that.

I even thought about just returning alone and living happily with the master who didn’t know anything. Of course, that was a ridiculous idea. The return was originally intended to apologize to the master, but if that happened, I would never be able to apologize to the master.

In effect, it was an act of deleting the current master. The current master who kept memories of me.

In that sense, there may be a case where the master alone regresses, but I will never regress alone. That would be worse than death…

We’re going back in time. It won’t be long until our first meeting with the Master.

When that time comes, what decision will the master make?

I don’t know. I can’t guess.