Roman looked at the demon, his eyes searching for any sign of confusion or uncertainty. "Are your memories clear now?" he asked, wondering if the memories given by the system had finally organized themselves in her mind.
The demon smiled, a small, gentle curve of her lips. "Yes, Master," she replied, her voice laced with reverence. "I understand everything. At first, I only understood the language implanted in me, but with my lord's help, I comprehend everything."
Roman's smile mirrored hers. "What do you wish to be called?" he asked, curious about her preferences.
The demon bowed her head, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. "Xylaraethia," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Roman's eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued by her choice. "Mmh, any particular reason you would name yourself that?" He wondered if there was a story behind her selection, a significance that he was unaware of.
