"The master is so cute," said the maid, smiling warmly.
The maid was taking the false ruler to have a bath after he got dirty from fencing training. On the way, arm number six appeared, crashing through one of the many enormous windows scattered along the castle walls, colliding with the ground seventy-seven meters away from the maid and the false ruler.
Arm number six stood up as if nothing had happened, although it was clear that her body had already suffered countless fatal wounds for any normal human. But for her, being a dragon and the strongest of her race, competing only with Anlow, these injuries were mere scratches.
"Ah, hello master, you're looking very handsome," said arm number six, waving before looking at the maid.
"Take good care of him," said arm number six.
"Of course, of course, don't worry, Miss Number Six, I would give my life for the master's well-being," said the maid, bowing to her.
