After those few hours passed, Lawrend opened his eyes to a panting Aezel.
"Ahhh… Hahhh… Hahhh…"
She was on the bed and gasping for air. Her hand was clutching her throat desperately.
"A-Aezel!?" Lawrend exclaimed.
He grabbed her shoulders and looked at her pitiful expression.
"M-Master… I think I overdid it…" Aezel said to him with a faint smile on her face.
"Overdid it? This is more than overdid! You're pushing yourself too far! What did you even do?" Lawrend asked him worriedly as he scolded her.
"My demonic bloodline limits are still there. I-I can't become a Royal Demon, Master…" Aezel said sadly.
Although she was already a fallen angel, she still calls it demonic bloodline, etc. That's because she preferred it. If she knew what it should be called, she would use it in the future.
"What are you saying? I can't understand you," Lawrend replied.
