"Such spirit, worthy of the Sky Queen, Your Majesty Frey!"
Damien teased with a mocking tone. "Unfortunately, your refusal comes a bit late."
"It's not that I want you to be my servant."
"You already are mine…"
"What?!"
Frey's face paled in shock.
She hurriedly checked her body, relieved to find no signs of violation.
As expected, someone like Damien wouldn't stoop to taking advantage of her.
"Familliar…"
"Heh, I see."
Calming down, Frey began to process the new information flooding her mind.
It included her enhanced magicules, a complete familliar contract, and a new Unique Skill called [Hunter].
She had undeniably grown stronger.
But the cost of that strength was her freedom.
From now on, she would serve as Damien's pet and servant, at his beck and call!
"I've… lost everything…"
Frey admitted her defeat, a crushing one.
By majin tradition, the defeated should submit to the victor.
Especially since Damien had bested her fair and square.
Logically and emotionally, Frey shouldn't resist.
But!
Frey could accept submission, but not being toyed with like a slave!
This was a humiliation to her dignity.
Worse than death, it was unbearable.
"Speaking of which, aren't you going too far?"
Frey, accepting her place, said, "The victor has the right to deal with the defeated. Since you won, I could accept serving you."
"But humiliating me like this... is that really what a king does?"
"Oh?"
Damien's expression remained calm, eyeing Frey with interest. "Trying to appeal to my status now? You think I'll fall for that?"
"…"
Frey stayed silent, staring at Damien.
"Well, you guessed right. I do fall for that."
Damien lifted Frey's smooth chin. "Consider this punishment for your earlier insolence."
"Insolence?"
Frey recalled her earlier words: "I am older than you, lil bro."
"Indeed."
Damien smirked. "Frey, you're already an old lady."
"!!!"
Frey gritted her teeth, seething.
She wanted to punch Damien, but her body couldn't act against him.
Helpless, she compromised. "Fine, you've had your revenge. Can you release me now?"
While saying this, Frey frantically thought of ways to escape Damien's control.
She, one of the Ten Great Demon Lords, couldn't be toyed with by this kid!
Thankfully, the familliar contract didn't require her to like Damien.
Otherwise, losing control of her own will would truly drive her to despair.
'There's still a chance. Milim... if I can find Milim…'
Damien's power was overwhelming, and Milim was the only one Frey could think of.
If something happened to her, Milim would eventually find out.
When that tyrant arrived, she'd surely intervene.
Of course, Frey wouldn't let Milim harm Damien.
As familliar and master, their fates were intertwined.
If something happened to Damien, she'd be finished.
Even without that bond, Frey wouldn't stand by idly.
No matter his motives, Damien had spared her life.
"!!!"
But as Frey fantasized about Milim beating Damien and how she'd reclaim her pride, an unimaginable terror and soul-rending pain engulfed her.
"Ah!!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream tore from Frey's lips.
Even as the Sky Queen, reigning for nearly a millennium, she couldn't withstand the familliar contract's punishment.
Huff… huff…
Frey noticed that whenever she harbored ill thoughts, an invisible force tormented her.
But if she refrained, she was fine.
"Is this why you're so confident?"
"It's not my doing."
Damien explained, "That's just how the familliar contract works. You brought this on yourself."
"Hmph!"
Frey snorted, standing up. "Can you remove my seals now?"
"Or do you think I'm still a threat to you?"
Her gaze swept over the Snow Empress, Artoria, and the others, scoffing at Damien's caution.
"Heh…"
Damien shook his head, chuckling. "Fine, remember, you asked for it."
"Snow!"
At his command, the Snow Empress dispelled Frey's restraints, revealing her flawless, snow-white skin.
"…"
Frey's cheeks flushed visibly, and she crouched like a shy girl.
She was mortified.
In a single day, Frey had endured more humiliation than in her entire life.
"Nice figure!"
"Don't look!"
"I'm looking."
"You!!"
Frey was both embarrassed and furious, yet powerless against Damien.
Thankfully, Artoria stepped forward, draping her cloak over Frey to prevent further exposure.
"Thank you."
Frey looked at Artoria gratefully. "I lost fair and square."
Artoria had defeated her awakened form head-on.
Now, helping her without holding a grudge, she embodied knightly grace.
Frey's fondness for Artoria soared.
How she wished it was Artoria who'd captured her, not this jerk Damien!
"Tch, what a pity."
Damien remarked with mock regret. "Artoria, you moved too fast."
"My lord, please stop bullying Miss Frey."
Artoria sighed, hoping to mend Damien and Frey's relationship.
After all, Frey was now Damien's familliar.
They'd be comrades fighting side by side.
If Damien neglected Frey, her familliar position would be wasted.
"Alright."
Damien said, "Now, let's talk about war reparations."
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