Dean Bruce nodded with satisfaction before turning to Shasbia Lomatovich. "Now, you can leave. But if you try any more tricks, I will take your life without hesitation."
Shasbia Lomatovich glared at Dean Bruce with hatred before turning and leaving the room.
After watching Shasbia Lomatovich's figure disappear, Dean Bruce turned his attention to the little girl. "Get up, my slave."
The little girl stood up cautiously, not daring to meet Dean Bruce's gaze.
"Do you have a name?" Dean Bruce asked.
"No," the little girl answered timidly. "The leader used to say that people like me don't deserve a name."
"Then I'll give you one." Dean Bruce thought for a moment and then said, "How about Delina Reba?"
"Deli Reba?" The little girl was confused. "Master, what does that mean?"
"It's not Deli Reba, it's Delina Reba." Dean Bruce corrected her pronunciation. "I wouldn't give my goddess's name to you. Do you know who Dilraba Dilmurat is?"
