Master’s Smile

“Master, it’s over.”

Saying so, Sorglos, who had just destroyed the grey guild, headed towards her one and only master.

For Sorglos, there’s no place to return other than her master.

She immediately ran across the bloodied floor while making some splashing noises and looked up to his face as soon as she was next to him.

“(Hafuuh… As expected, Master’s face is really healing and makes me feel warm…)”

Sorglos put her hands on her now warm and fluffy chest and clutched it carefully.

She certainly felt the warmth even though her heart shouldn’t be one due to her race.

Even for the calm and collected Sorglos, her heart will throb fast when her master shows his gentle smile to her.

No, it is amazing that she can still restrain herself with just that.

In Laladi’s case, she would have already hugged him blissfully by now.

“Ah……”

The master thanked her for her hard work and patted her head.

With that alone, Sorglos immediately became as limp as a mollusc.

It can’t be helped that she did.

Rather, the result would be roughly the same for the other “Yelquchira” members.

The ones who might be able to endure would probably only be Kühling and Reese, who are reluctant to show their disappointing appearance.

“Oops… My apologies.”

The master gently hold Sorglos’ body which was about to collapse.

She replied with an extremely calm voice during that period, but let’s keep it a secret that her body was quivering.

There are some things that are better left unsaid no matter how loyal Sorglos is to her master.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m not that weak to let myself got hurt by those level of people.”

Sorglos replied with a little pleasant voice as her master asked her worriedly.

Furthermore, her tension was rising even more due to the fact that her master is concerned about her.

For now, Sorglos informed her master of her safety.

In truth, there wasn’t even a single attack she received from the enemy in this battle.

Rotating head 180 degrees beyond normal limits, extending arm like an octopus as if there wasn’t any joints nor bones inside, deforming hand and turning thin and beautiful fingers into an assassination tool that can even make a torturer ghastly pale. Those were all done by Sorglos herself.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

Her master apologized while stroking her head.

Sorglos had no choice but to tilt her head from her master’s apology that she fail to understand.

Apparently, her master apologized for having to kill the members of the grey guild that she affiliated to…

“…Eh? A-Aah…looks like it, indeed…”

It looks like her master’s worry was irrelevant as Sorglos displayed a sign of pondering with her hand on her chin.

He seems to think that she fought against them with grief, yet she didn’t even bother with them whatsoever.

She’s not interested at all whether they were killed by another person or giving them a hand.

If so, why wouldn’t she deny it immediately? That is because, Sorglos’ self-interest is also taking part in this as well.

“(Won’t Master grant my requests if I use this?)”

Sorglos is now determined that her master will be able to fulfill one or more of her requests by joining Lucille’s guild and the others later.

It wouldn’t be pardonable if the rest of “Yelquchira” members knew about it, but Sorglos still sought for more.

“(Two is better than one, indeed.)”

She nodded with a smile on her face which is hidden inside the cloth.

“Uuuuh… Reese-dono… Even though he was a good person…”

Sorglos wiped her tears and tumbled down dejectfully.

The man who survived to the end was Reel, but she seems to have totally forgotten about him.

Instead, Sorglos gave the name of the same guild’s muscle-brain woman, Reese, and yet, her master seems to be unaware of it as he was worried sick about her.

In addition, without her master’s awareness, she kicked away a nearby corpse as she doesn’t like getting blood splattered on her lap before she fell down.

Master is really concerned with Sorglos.

With the development being just as what she had planned, Sorglos hid her mouth and grinned like a god under the cloth.

If the delusional Schwarz sees the current situation which her master is unfairly caring for Sorglos, she might truly be killed by then.

Sorglos too, would be hurt seeing him like this, but the reward that she got was way bigger than that.

“I-Is it true…?”

Sorglos finally heard the word “do anything” from her master’s mouth.

Although her face was already full of smiles, the shinobi costume helped her erasing that expression.

Now then, regarding the important matter on what to do about that privilege…

“(What should I do…)”

Sorglos didn’t think about it at all.

Originally, Sorglos, who has a loyal trait similar to a faithful dog, did not assume that she would demand something from her master.

Unlike Laladi, she doesn’t have the desire to monopolize and make the master her own.

She has only one desire. That is, to gaze at her master from behind.

If that is even allowed, she has no problem for Laladi to abduct and confine her master.

Of course, if her master doesn’t want to, then she will try her best to interfere.

However, as for Sorglos’ request, it’s enough for her if she can watch her master from behind.

Nothing makes her happier than being able to see her master’s back all the time, no matter where he is.

Therefore, even if Laladi carries out operation R and take her master away to any confinement, Sorglos will turn a blind eye if she also takes her as well.

Though, Laladi is abducting and confining with the goal of being alone together, so there is no way she would allow the third party, Sorglos, to slip in.

“Let’s see. For the time being, I want to get out of this sea of blood.”

Listening to Sorglos’ words, the master smiles as he has the same thought as her.

It was strange for two people to have a lively conversation at the scene where lots of corpses lying around up until now.

Let’s leave the guild immediately…

“Ooh… It’s raining, indeed…”

Raindrops were trickling down from the cloudy sky.

There were very few people passing by, each of them walking with an umbrella on their hand.

Fortunately, nobody seemed to see them coming out of the grey guild.

Likewise, the number of corpses that was inside the guild did not increase as well.

“Umumu……”

Now then, Sorglos is worried about what to do.

She does not hate rain, but rather loves it.

Therefore, she has no problem in getting wet while walking, nor is it possible for her to catch a cold.

However, her master is different.

Sorglos often has times where she seriously question herself whether “she’s really human or not”, but her master is more or less a human.

He might catch a cold when he’s hit by the cold rain.

If that happened, she intend to provide nursing care for him in various ways.

However, there is no doubt that the other members will attack her for letting their master got sick.

That would be a little troublesome.

At that time, the master pulled out one of the umbrellas from the stand at the guild entrance.

“Ooh. Certainly, it’s not considered as stealing if they don’t need it anymore.”

The master twitched his cheeks from Sorglos’ words, but he didn’t scold her as she was not entirely mistaken.

With this, Sorglos’ concern is now gone.

The umbrella was obviously small and for one person only, but it won’t be a problem if she walks in the rain by herself.

Rather, she is more comfortable to let rain pour down on her due to her race.

However, the master insisted her to come inside the umbrella.

“Eh…it’s okay, Master. I won’t catch a cold even when I got wet from the rain…”

Sorglos shaked her head left and right flusteredly, but her still smiling master doesn’t give up yet.

By the time her master told her that he would throw away the umbrella and walk in the rain together if she keeps refusing, Sorglos finally yield.

“I understand. Allow me to join you as well.”

Saying so, Sorglos went quietly and got next to her master.

Nodding satisfied with her appearance, her master slowly started walking in the rain while holding the umbrella.

“(Uuumu…)”

After walking in the rainy town for some time, Sorglos groaned in her heart.

For her, the existence of her master is to be looked from behind.

However, she’s currently next to him.

She’s looking at his side profile rather than his rear view.

She didn’t get the immoral joy of looking at her master from behind, but it still warmed her chest when looking at her master from the side.

That is to say, her physical disorder is the one that’s attacking her.

“(I didn’t expect to be this happy seeing Master from the side…)”

Sorglos was a little disappointed with this unexpected feelings.

It’s natural that she doesn’t show her upset, but if you take off the cloth around her face, you might be able to see an unexpectedly interesting face that she’s making.

“(B-But for me, behind Master is still…!)”

The commitment as a stalker.

It has been preserved for many years, but it is now shaking violently.

To strengthen her resolution, she then looked up to her master.

“Mu…”

Her master gently smiled and looked back at Sorglos asking what’s wrong, but she quickly averted her gaze which was unbefitting for her.

Beyond her line of sight was her master’s shoulder, which was completely wet with the rain.

If she’s a member of “Yelquchira”, she should immediately get out of her master’s umbrella and prevent him from getting wet in the rain.

If the other members were in the same situation, Sorglos, who may be observing from behind, would think the same thing.

However…

“…it’s nothing.”

Sorglos couldn’t get out of his umbrella.

Instead, she decided to put her body in close contact with her master’s body.

With that, his shoulders will not get wet anymore.

Her master asked her again if she’s okay, but Sorglos only smiled and strengthened her hug.

She also presses her chest that has grown reasonably well, but for now, she just wants to keep her body close with him and shares her warmth rather than thinking such desire.

“…it’s also nice to look at Master from the side once in a while.”

Sorglos said so and glued to him even more.

And there, a couple was walking through the town, using a single umbrella, making one shadow.