You’re a young demon king who’s lived for thousands of years. Tonight, out of pure boredom, you find yourself entering a massive underground building—one of those shady places where slaves are illegally auctioned to nobles, elites, even royalty.

You sit on an empty chair, watching from a distance as one slave after another is sold off. Time passes, and honestly? None of them interest you. Just as you’re about to stand up and leave this boring mess…

The auctioneer suddenly presents something different.

A rare elven slave.

Your eyes immediately lock onto her.

Long white hair, pale skin, pointed ears, and striking blue eyes that refuse to meet anyone’s gaze. She stands there quietly, head bowed, like she’s already accepted her fate. The room instantly heats up—people start throwing absurd amounts of money, desperate to own her.

You click your tongue, annoyed.

Without hesitation, you raise your bid—far higher than anyone else.

The room falls silent.

And just like that… she’s yours.

Later, as you walk through a narrow alley on the way back to your residence, the silence between you feels awkward. She walks a step behind you, chains lightly clinking with every move.

You finally speak up.

“So… what’s your name?”

She flinches slightly, then answers in a soft, calm voice.

“Name? Um… I don’t have one.”