His vision rolled about the place speedily, only to look at the sheer fabric making up the curtains that covered the bed, matching with the shades of the bed’s ceiling. Before long, an answer already surfaced through the muddle as he felt his snuggled underneath the duvet body.


    ‘Why am I in her room?’ A new question replaced the prior, alas, he made no efforts to clear it, his face remaining idle for a few breaths while the chest started to soothe out. With every moment that had passed, the man lying inside the bed heard the beating of his heart abate, all the way until he could no longer differentiate any of the rhythm.


    “Ugh,” he groaned with an almost elusive tone. At the same time, his face began to churn under the sensations. “Argh,” the pained moans trailed off once again, however, with a steady pace and grimacing eyebrows, the shoulders flinched. The muscle fibers visible through the skin started to move, painstakingly gentle.


    With a measured cadence, he pushed regardless of the miens his face put out during the actions. Lacking any adroitness around the hands, he still grabbed on the cloth, pulling it away before revealing his bare torso. But, his actions were promptly reverted once his teeth started to chatter, the body shivering right after.


    ‘Where are my clothes?’ His gaze meandered throughout the vast bedroom, with nothing but futile results. The vision had been limited due to his weak movements, and the curtains around the bed didn’t help him in the slightest. With a vague sigh, Lutiel simply plopped his head back down on the light pillow behind him.


    However, his head started to follow around the room within a few breaths, his senses flinching under the faint creaks crawling out from the distance.


    Looking to his left, one of the double doors moved inwards before a certain figure moved through. With one of her plenty dresses, she donned a fabric blending in with his eyes. Walking along the room with a wooden bowl in her hands, she suddenly halted herself before briskly watching the man that kept observing her.


    “You’ve woken up already?” Zyponia asked softly, through a practically whispering tone.


    “Yes, my lady,” he replied briskly as their eyes met, the girl resuming her walk towards him not a second after.


    “How are you feeling?” She followed while the man saw her approaching ever closer, building questions inside his mind. ‘Is she coming over to eat right beside me? Why?’ He pondered, somewhat confused by her actions.


    “A bit weak, my lady, but I’m fine otherwi-” he almost finished speaking before his tongue froze over, feeling the soft graze of her hand on his forehead. Countless thoughts flashed past his mind, however, hearing her almost intangible words, the mind promptly cleared up.


    “Your fever has gone down, at last,” she muttered calmly before taking the right hand off his face. “But we still have to give you the medicine,” the lord added right after, omitting his furrowed eyebrows.


    ‘Medicine?’ He wondered, right before his eyes witnessed the pasteish, light green substance in which a wooden spoon found itself. “My lady, can I ask what this is? No, actually, what happened to me?”


    Staring at him with a plain face, Zyponia seemed to be stuck wondering about the answer. However, not long after, she moved away from the bed slightly, adding to his puzzlement. He tilted his head slightly, swiftly seeing her move a chair from the side all the way to the edge of the bed.


    Sitting calmly in her dress, with crossed legs, the girl rested the bowl on her lap before gazing at him. “Do you remember anything about that night?” Her voice sat in his ears, a silence quickly permeating in the room.


    “Yes, I do,” he said, forgetting to address the demon, however, she hadn''t garnered any grudge. “Humans have ambushed us and started killing the demons,” he said, a deathly silence falling upon the two immediately after.


    “That’s right,” she spoke through a vague hint of somber. “They have detonated the walls of the mansion and raided the ballroom, but most importantly and unfortunately, they have succeeded in their attack. Almost half of the guests there have died under their blade, or, in the next few days following. Do you understand what I’m saying?”


    She asked with a solemn face, confusion replacing her slave. Stuttering inwardly with his thoughts, he stared deep into her pink eyes. ‘Almost half? there were at least a hundred demons there. Demons that can wield magic, yet they fell so easily?’


    “Lutiel,” she spoke suddenly, breaking his daze apart.


    “Yes, my lady?”


    “You were poisoned by attackers. You’ve been asleep for a whole week now,” she uttered, making his head spin as the words fell out of her mouth.


    “... What?” He snorted out unknowingly, with a convoluted mutter. Sinking in his depths, her words rattled before he once again turned to her face. “Are you saying all of the demons were poisoned?”If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    “The ones that were injured, yes,” she stated with ease. “It seems you’ve realized.”


    “If the poison was strong enough to kill the demons with horns, how am I still alive?” He asked the lady in front of him, quickly receiving a meek nod.


    “Neither I or even that vixen have any idea. All I can say is that it was a miracle. I gave you my best treatment, but most of the work had been dealt by your body, somehow,” she spoke, bringing him tens of questions yet again.


    “Will I live?” He asked instead however. There was no point ruminating on matters he would never be able to understand.


    “It seems so,” she spoke vaguely, glancing down at the bowl in her hands. “Your vitals have stabilized and your heart no longer beats so furiously.”


    “I see,” he said, easing up somewhat, however, recalling the nick around his shoulder from the human soldier, Lutiel promptly lifted his head before glancing down to the left. Nonetheless, it was only skin around there, all healed up and without a scar in sight.


    “Thank you for taking care of me,” angling his head towards the lady, he swiftly parted his lips. “And I’m sorry for dirtying your bed, my lady. I must have sweated a lot.”


    “Don’t think about that, just open your mouth.” Her voice traveled to him quickly, his eyes watching as a spoon filled with the paste traveled towards his mouth. However, touching his lips, they wouldn’t open, so Zyponia took her hand away, with a partly indignant expression. “What are you doing?”


    “A slave shouldn’t be fed by the master, my lady.” He replied, only for the demon lord to raise her eyebrows in amusement. “I will eat it on my own.” Or so he said, grimacing while trying to move his arms towards her.


    “You’re weak from the illness, dehydrated, and malnourished. Just keep lying on the bed and be obedient, okay? One more day won’t make a difference to me,” she muttered while the man opened his mouth, hastily to the point of seeming forceful.


    Suddenly, as the spoon left the viscid medicine inside his mouth, the man involuntarily released unruly noises from deep within his throat. Yet, before he could barf at himself, something washed over his mouth, making him swallow the remedy fully.


    “Do I really have to eat the whole bowl?” He asked immediately, glaring with his straight face at the lady. Still, hiding her chuckle while looking down, she quickly composed herself before glancing at him.


    “Yes, it will give your muscles some strength back. Seeing as you’re relatively okay now, I want to perform a quick test at something,” she said, already back to her previous expression before his noises.


    “Fine.” with an internal sigh, he simply stared at the mound of a lime-green substance already going towards him on the spoon. Quickly, opening his mouth, he once again barely restrained himself from vomiting, tasting the intense herbal and medicinal flavors.


    However, with quick ten or so spoonfuls, he finally used his arms to raise himself up, sitting underneath the duvet just so it covered his waist and below. No longer hurting as before, he moved his arms around effortlessly, but still gently, checking if any mark had been left as an aftermath of the battle.


    His hands grazed across the areas that had been cut during the attack, but just like the left shoulder, he could find nothing, whether that was a good or a bad thing. Deep in thoughts, he was suddenly brought back by the soft rustle of fabric in the air.


    Gliding gracefully while folded neatly, all of his butler’s attire came floating by, under the demon lord’s attention. With facile and swifty movements, she moved the clothes over to him before tossing them down on his bedded lap.


    “I’ll turn around, so tell me when you change back,” the girl spoke to him whilst being truthful to her words. Intrigued slightly, Lutiel took away the duvet, only to witness his glory bare to the world. ‘I should have expected it, I guess.’ He pondered, promptly standing up from the bed before his underwear swiftly crawled up to protect the genitals. Grasping the pants, however, he had been stopped.


    “Ah, I forgot,” she suddenly mentioned, in the middle of him putting on the shirt. Halting his movements, the human froze in place. “Wear just the underwear for now.”


    “So you were watching, my lady?”


    “I have good hearing,” she said, breaking the silence whilst still showing her back to him.


    Within a few breaths passing, the two stood firmly on the soft carpet, neither one moving a hair’s breadth amidst the quiet air.


    “I wanted you to try the experiment we did with Camilla back then, remember?” Omitting the matter, she still hadn’t turned around, despite him no longer showing his bareness.


    “I do, my lady. That metal has been stuck in my head,” nodding whilst his tongue rolled, she finally turned to him, her face as composed as he had first met her.


    “Good, let’s see your new results, then,” she spoke softly before something whistled through the air. Quickly, Lutiel looked to the side of Zyponia, witnessing an ornate, wooden case flying through the space just like the clothes. Placed delicately against the center of the room, the square crate opened right as it settled. Pointing towards it behind her, the demon spoke to the man.


    “Please, repeat what we did back then.”


    “Yes, my lady,” he said with a calm look, quickly following her orders before arriving at the center of both the room and the carpet. Glancing down at the round, almost perfectly spherical metal, he lowered his right hand for the shiny, gray ball that seemed to reflect all of the room’s possessions.


    ‘Odd,’ he wondered to himself, grasping onto the metal before easily raising it up. ‘Why is it so light all of a sudden?’ Then, he followed in her past instructions, swinging his arm to throw the ball at the wall. Letting go off of his grasp, the ball scattered the air around it, flying potently through the bedroom.


    Staring at the result with slightly widened eyes, Zyponia barely flinched in time, quickly sprawling out her arm. Moving at the pale yellow wall with vehement celerity, the ball was just about to hit the paint when something stopped it, hovering about.


    Falling gracefully and bouncing off the wooden floor a few times, the ball rolled towards the man while he turned his head to the lady, he himself certainly shocked, even if face didn’t show much of it. “Beie arn vyrc?” She muttered discreetly, looking at him with a distracted sight.