Asmodeus closed his eyes, enjoying Gretel's hands. The moment she caressed his neck, like magic, his tight muscles and stiff bones cracked and relaxed. However, the most significant change was that his divine aura began to gather when she touched him.
"Gretel, do you understand your role?"
Her fingers squeezed and pinched, a faint smile on her lips as a faint aroma leaked from her pores; the scent changed depending on her emotion, from citrus to floral, sweet to savoury.
"I am your maid, My Lord."
"Not just a maid, you will be the head maid and my personal chamberlain." He didn't transform her for a sexual reason; the little girl wanted her mother to live, and thus, he saved her. "I will hire Anna as a trainee maid and have her taught a nobles level of education for the future."
However, after seeing the woman right now, Asmodeus could sense it.
One day, he would sleep with this woman.
It was a sort of premonition.
