"I'm being used like a slave by this bastard!" Evan murmured, dissatisfied that her honor was at stake.
Azrael moved closer, his entire body pressing against her from behind, with an arm wrapped around her waist.
He took in her scent before whispering in her ear, "You're my sword now, not a slave. You should be honored. You will grow stronger and be able to take your revenge on the OPS commander who massacred your village.
"And let's not forget me, the one who slaughtered your elder. Get stronger and kill me if you want. I promise I will nurture you.
"Use it as your motivation to keep fighting and reach your peak."
The closeness alone made Evan flustered, but she pushed him back.
"You're too close."
'Of course, I have to nurture my chickens for them to lay eggs. Hehehe, I hope I said that human phrase right. Oh, well,' Azrael thought.
