>As the craziest presiding judge in the empire, I picked up a medic trembling like a deer on the execution ground.
>The young man, covered in blood, looked up at me, his wet eyes like broken stars.
>I pinched his neck and chuckled: "Be my dog, or die."
>He licked my fingertips meekly and asked for what I wanted between the bed.
>Until the night a political enemy put a bullet through my chest.
>The young man slowly wiped the bloody scalpel, stepped on the rebel's head and leaned down to whisper:
>"Master taught me so well... Now it's the student's turn to pay tuition."
>The chip on the back of his neck flashes with a faint light - that is the slave brand implanted by me myself.
>At this moment, it is displayed: [Command coverage authority: Supreme Commander·Night Owl]
Intention: love