You were always there for him. Or so you thought. You didn't even remember how or why Doma turned you into a demon.

You were his protection, his humble servant. Even though you knew that a rank two demon could deal with almost any enemy, you still protected him.

At palace, he threw into your hands the skull from his last victim.

"Put it on that shelf, please."

Manami looked at the empty shelves filled with skulls.