With all eyes on her, full of spirit and vigor, Joy couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she looked at countless beautiful sisters gazing at her with respect. Even though she knew that their worship and reverence were not directed at her, but at the master by her side.
For Joy, the temporary authority bestowed upon her by the master inevitably led her to become deeply engrossed in it. It's not just men who become obsessed with the pursuit of power—women are no exception.
Only those who have truly tasted the flavor of power would desperately seek it, even at the cost of death. And within the Order, the man standing at the pinnacle of power was beyond doubt.
With just a word, he could elevate a humble female slave to a noble goddess whom everyone would look up to. In just one night, he could reduce a goddess who held great power and strength to someone who desired nothing. All of this was because of the man by their side bestowing these upon them.
