8 CHAPTER VII: TRUST (1/2)

A light blinks, and a scream that seems to tear the silk echoes through the house.

Ru hovered in the air, engulfing the bodies on the stone platform. It was the first time I'd ever seen someone blow up. It's probably some kind of offensive magic that Lord has rarely used before.

Lord's expression is the same as always. His eyebrows didn't move or his cheeks didn't twitch, but there was definitely a fire of anger behind his cunning eyes.

”Luu, did you-- did you plot against me?　I told you. I told you to tell me if anything happened to the wound.

”What?

Luu can't answer due to the shock of his fall. You can't answer.

I never told you to lie to me.

Luu reported. But it seems the Lord chose to believe me and Lou.

So be it. He's confident in his necromancy. The word of a slave - a slave who doesn't see much value in it - is not worth considering. Especially if it's ridiculous.

I knew that. That's why I missed it.

I watched. I've seen Lord treat Lou disrespectfully many times.

Maybe he dreamed that by giving an honest report he could win Lord over and get better treatment.

If I were Lu, I certainly wouldn't take such an action. I guess she wasn't desperate enough to gamble on such a slim hope.

Slaves aren't even allowed to argue.

The Lord kicked Luu several times, then grabbed him by the neck and brought him to my side, where he didn't even twitch.

A small drop of blood fell from Lou's dark lips, as if he had cut himself in the mouth. For a moment, the drop emitted a wonderful fragrance, and I almost lost my expression, but I hurriedly kept my face expressionless. Fortunately, the Lord seems to be concentrating on the chastisement of his slave and doesn't notice.

”Hey, trash. What's changed?　Tell me again.

”Oh, ......, .......

Lord's gaze, and Lu's blank stare, falls on my scar. There was a scar that looked no different from the one Lord had given me when he scarred me. To be precise, it may have changed a little, but Lord didn't look at it that closely.

End. Arms up. Let me and him get a good look at that scar.

I followed his orders and raised my arm. The scar is exposed in the dim darkness with only a few candles lit.

The scar, which should have been healed by a werewolf, is still clearly visible.

”Hey, Lu. I'm going to ask you one more time. ”Hey, Lu, I'm going to ask you again.

Reference ...... Master ......, this thing--itself--

I'm not sure if it's fear or the fact that I've been beaten up so much. I'm not sure if it's because I'm a bit of an idiot or because I've been beaten up too much.

”End, come on. He's saying that you ...... gouged out your own scar. d*mn, man, is that-- is that true?

Yes. The answer is yes. But I'm not answering.

Orders have to be precise. If you wanted me to answer, you would have had to order me to answer. It doesn't. So I'm not obligated to answer.

It was a loophole in the absolute control that wisdom allowed.

The Lord looked at me for a few seconds, but I guess he had already come to his own conclusion. He immediately returned his gaze to Ru.

Luu's shoulders shook with fear. He spat back at me with a pale face.

”Sir, sir--this is--this is a lie--