While I remain uncertain of her intentions, it is evident that she harbors no malice. I permit her actions and observe, eager to discern her true intentions. Suddenly, the princess forcefully inserted my index finger into her rosy lips, and a sharp pain surged from my fingertip as her pearl-like teeth bit down fiercely. Though my instinct urged me to retract my finger, the princess's delicate hand firmly held on, and crimson blood dripped conspicuously from the edge of her cherry lips. Suppressing the pain in my fingertip, I refrained from employing magic, as the princess's clear and enchanting gaze conveyed no hostility. I watched in silence, captivated by the movements of the resplendent beauty before me.
The princess withdrew my finger from her mouth and pressed it against her pristine forehead, chanting, "Dark Lord of Shadows, I, Princess Ayame Lucifera of the Demon Realm, hereby establish a covenant. The one before me shall be my master, bonded by the medium of master's blood. Any resistance shall result in annihilation." A dark radiance emanated from her alluring form, and the blood on her forehead formed a peculiar symbol under the influence of the dark glow. Although unfamiliar with the symbol, common knowledge indicated it as a mark of a ratified covenant. Coupled with the incantation the princess had uttered, did it not signify...
Astonished, I hastily withdrew my finger, and this time the princess did not object, allowing me to retrieve it. Instead, she gazed deeply into my eyes with a pair of eloquent orbs. In a deep voice, I inquired, "Princess, what have you done?" Her gaze never wavered as she responded, "Among the female royalty of the Demon Realm, there exists a decree. Once defeated by a man and simultaneously saved by him, she must regard that man as her master. By completing the 'Blood Covenant' spell with your blood, the bond is established—your life entwined with mine. You are now the master of Ayame Lucifera, the first princess of the Demon Realm."
Ah? Such fortuitous circumstances! I gazed at the magnificent beauty before me, seeking confirmation, "Are you truly my handmaiden, obedient to my every command?" Princess Ayame nodded resolutely.
Heh heh heh, this is truly marvelous, akin to a dream. I restrained the saliva threatening to escape and lewdly remarked, "Then, remove all your garments and let me have a clear view." In an instant, Ayame's beautiful face turned pale. Unanticipated was the fact that a powerful mage, capable of effortlessly wielding water-restricting spells, would issue such a command. Her countenance betrayed astonishment; what manner of master had she acknowledged?
Anticipating both excitement and nervousness in Ayame's demeanor, I observed as she resolutely bit her silver teeth, and with a graceful wave of her slender hand, the thin black robe she wore (due to my voyeuristic tendencies, she wore only a robe) fell to the ground. Before me stood a flawless, divine female form, a spectacle unprecedented in my existence. I, momentarily devoid of lust, beheld her as one would admire a consummate work of art.
Originally, Ayame exhibited a mix of shyness, resentment, and helplessness. Bound by the oath of the covenant, she reluctantly followed my command, her heart filled with embarrassment and indignation. Yet, upon encountering my clear and transparent gaze, the tumultuous emotions within her seemed to calm, and proudly, she displayed her beautiful figure.
Captivated by this immaculate beauty, I averted my gaze, advising, "Ayame, don your attire." Motionless, she spoke, "Master, do you not desire Ayame?" My face reddened, and I awkwardly replied, "If you don't put on your clothes, I might indeed take you. However, don't celebrate too early. I simply don't want you to surrender yourself to a man you just met. Wait for some time, hehe..."
Ayame revealed a beautiful smile, likely discerning my audacious yet hesitant nature. She bent to retrieve her garments, stating, "Master, Ayame has long been aware and awaits your command. Now, allow me to show you something delightful." Her graceful form executed a marvelous spin, and a dark radiance flickered. As the radiance dissipated, Ayame, the mesmerizing princess, reappeared, while a sleek, jet-black, and translucent longsword was now embedded in the ground.
What in the world is happening? In the midst of my perplexity, Ayame's voice resonated in my mind, "Master, once a female of the Demon Realm undergoes the 'Blood Covenant,' she gains the ability to transform into a weapon. I am the sword, and the sword is me, ready to assist Master in conquering all. Fearless and formidable." Instantly, I was both surprised and delighted, realizing that Ayame possessed such extraordinary abilities. Advancing, I grasped the sword hilt, feeling a peculiar sensation coursing through my arm, as if holding a part of myself. I sensed Ayame's consciousness, transformed into a sword, awaiting my command.
Despite my lack of knowledge in swordsmanship, having observed Lilith practice, I had acquired some rudimentary skills. However, after experimenting with a few slashes, I realized their ineffectiveness. Acknowledging my unsuitability as a swordsman, even with a divine sword in hand, proved futile.
In the realm of magic, my talents were also limited, merely a consequence of possessing boundless magical energy within me. Ayame's voice echoed once more in my mind, "Master, it appears that your proficiency in swordsmanship is lacking (to be blunt). When I transform into a sword, I can amplify your magical power by threefold. Why not attempt the strategy of a magical swordsman? Infuse offensive magic into my form, and, after augmentation, release it. I believe it will possess considerable might."
Entertaining the idea, I chanted, "Thunder Strike," simultaneously raising the enchanted sword, Ayame, towards the heavens. In an instant, a lightning bolt descended, striking directly upon Ayame. The slender, pitch-black blade emitted a dazzling display of electrical brilliance.
"Thunder Strike," a novice-level lightning spell, commonly employed by mages, did not boast significant power (similar to the 'Fireball' spell). Eager to experiment further, I swung the sword through the air, unleashing a rainbow-hued trail. Within a radius of several dozen meters, electrical brilliance exploded, creating numerous craters. The potency rivaled that of intermediate-level magic.
Overjoyed, just as I contemplated experimenting with more potent spells, Ayame lightly vibrated. Sensing her intentions, I tossed her into the air. In a blink, the resplendent Ayame, the princess, reappeared on the ground.
Embracing the beautiful princess, I exclaimed, "Ayame, you are truly formidable. Hmm, considering your race's remarkable abilities, why did the demons lose to the gods?" Ayame, as gentle as a compliant bird, nestled in my arms, devoid of the initial coldness and arrogance.
Ayame, as gentle as a compliant bird, nestled in my arms, devoid of the initial coldness and arrogance. She cooed, "Do you think transforming into a weapon is that simple? The Demon Realm's royal lineage has always been scarce in females, and those who exist are exceptionally formidable warriors. Escaping their grasp is an achievement, let alone defeating one and then saving her. Since the inception of the Demon Realm, there have been only three individuals, including myself, possessing this ability. One is the king's consort, and the other, well... Their powers, however, pale in comparison to mine and are naturally inferior to the gods."
I listened with partial comprehension, yet I wasn't keen on understanding it fully. After all, having such a rare and noble princess vow to follow my lead and obey my commands was paramount. As for the conflict between gods and demons, hmph, what did it matter to me?