Once upon a time, you stood on the grass behind the organization and gave an arrogant and arrogant order to let me be your pet. Thousands of years later, you gave me a cold command to leave. What should I do? Being your pet is the greatest honor for a half-demon. However, gradually, my words and deeds have gone beyond what a pet should do, and your care for me has gone beyond the attitude that a pet should have.
King, my great King, if you can fulfill one of my wishes, please promise me not to abandon me, forever.