An Old Friend’s Visit?
For Fei’ouna, who rarely left her home in the Demon Domain on a normal day, her friends and acquaintances there were few and far between, let alone any memorable old acquaintances.
So when she heard her master’s explanation, her expression visibly froze.
She looked dazed, even a little cute.
Clearly, she had cut herself off from her past a bit too thoroughly, to the point of completely ignoring another chapter of her history.
Of course, it was understandable.
Yilisi hadn’t given her any clues at all.
Such cryptic behavior made it hard not to suspect she was deliberately picking a fight.
Or maybe she was just doing it on purpose…
After all, a master never needed a reason to punish their pet.
So seeing that Fei’ouna hadn’t given the answer she wanted, Yilisi, who never held back when it came to using her hands, immediately raised her hand and delivered a sharp flick to the other’s dragon horn.
Ding!
Crisp and loud!
That spot had always been the most sensitive area for all dragon kind.
But as the queen commanding tens of thousands of Demon Dragons, Yilisi had an innate bloodline suppression over her own kind.
Fei’ouna, suddenly abused by her master, trembled from head to toe in a violent shudder.
Even her thick, fleshy tail behind her went completely stiff beyond her control.
So dizzy 😵💫
Her vision was blurring too…
By the way, according to the Maid Code of Conduct, when officially starting a foot bath massage, Fei’ouna had to take off her shoes and serve her master standing on tiptoes with bare feet.
So after getting her head dizzy from the flick, her body immediately started swaying from loss of balance.
Although, at the critical moment, she barely managed to stop herself from actually losing composure in front of her master…
But Yilisi’s next words made Fei’ouna lose all her progress and fall with a thud onto the soft carpet.
“You’ve become more and more foolish, Miss Brave.”
“Could it be that having children made you stupid?”
“In the past, you nearly sealed me away. Such wonderful memories—you should still be able to recall them, right?”
Her past self…
Not good!
Painful memories are about to surge up like a lantern slide show!
The Fei’ouna before her might seem obedient and docile, but back in the day, she was nowhere near as submissive.
Thinking back to thirty years ago, it was the same familiar room, just her and Yilisi alone.
But the atmosphere back then had been oppressive.
Their identities and circumstances left only opposition and awkwardness.
After all, one was a Demon Lord who had nearly been killed by a knight order’s crusade, and the other was a human brave betrayed by her comrades, defeated and captured.
Now, lying sprawled on the carpet, Fei’ouna fell into memories.
Those chilling scenes, even years later, played vividly before her eyes again.
Each frame was like a potion of mixed flavors, making her both uncomfortable and somehow oddly reminiscent.
To be honest, if she had been a little more sensible and accepted reality sooner, instead of throwing a mindless tantrum, Yilisi wouldn’t have minded having some friendly conversation with this betrayed human.
But what happened?
Fei’ouna, with her magic sealed, not only didn’t beg for mercy but dared to speak insolently?
Then she had to get hit hard 😡
One punch shatters the brave’s soul; master, I’m your little maid 😭
Normally, a stubborn prey that runs into a hunter who never stops until they get their way ends in death.
As blood flowed away, the girl’s life would shatter and wither in the Demon Lord’s wrath, fading with the wind.
But in Fei’ouna’s world, that option didn’t exist.
She was the Brave of Healing, possessing the so-called undying body.
Her combat power was mediocre, but her body was tough.
No matter how severe the injury, she was never in danger of dying.
With a certain amount of magical energy replenishment, she could recover.
So in the Brave’s party, her main role was to act as a human shield, taking damage for her teammates.
But when captured, being “immortal” wasn’t a good thing.
Yilisi, noticing this, naturally developed many interesting ways to play.
First of all, clubs, whips, forks, and such—those were just standard tools and operations.
The indescribable, unspeakable plays were what caused Fei’ouna the most pain.
(PS: For details, please refer to all works of the Ancient God’s Fourth Sister Little Sheep.)
In short, Fei’ouna was completely played into submission, or rather, she finally understood.
Later, she even had two daughters.
Of course, the reason she could now live a happy and fulfilling life was largely thanks to those old acquaintances.
“No combat ability, no support skills, useless except for tanking damage.”
“Because of this waste, the Demon Lord got away.”
“Her sexual orientation is also problematic. She’s always reading strange books.”
“She even stole everyone’s equipment—did she want to kill us?”
“I heard that curse also had something to do with her…”
“How did the Holy See choose someone like her as a saint?”
“Just leave her here as cannon fodder and let the Demon Lord execute her!”
Traitor…
Mole…
Ambitious schemer…
These highly insulting, even vulgar words were all titles belonging to her alone.
At first, she didn’t understand why everyone targeted her.
It wasn’t until later that Fei’ouna learned the one behind the scenes stirring up the rhythm was that person.
Of course, she no longer cared about that terrible past.
At this moment, Fei’ouna’s instinctive thought was resistance, denial, and a subconscious sense of crisis.
And unwillingness to believe….
“It must be a joke, Yilisi!”
Looking at the pitiful, barefoot, lying-on-the-ground maid-wife who was straining her neck and questioning her, Yilisi didn’t get angry.
Instead, she stated a piece of information that might sound utterly absurd to the other person, with a hint of mockery.
“Don’t rush.”
“They say they came to save you.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Are you especially moved? Planning to abandon me and our daughters to run away?”
Hearing this, Fei’ouna, who rarely showed anger anymore, almost sprang up from the ground.
Her face flushed with fury 😡.
She glared at the smirking Yilisi with beautiful eyes.
This touched a bottom line—she had to respond seriously!
“Master!”
“Please don’t make such jokes! Those people have nothing to do with me anymore!”
Her momentum was strong, but her words had no aggression, only making her seem oddly cute.
But even so, it still triggered Yilisi’s rule-based strangeness.
“Your head is too high, Fei’ouna.”
“You should know what punishment you deserve at a time like this without me needing to remind you.”