Leonhardt's anger faded once he got the revenge, but knowing that he almost destroyed himself during that moment of white rage made him concerned. The lack of response from Ifrit only reinforced his worries.
"Is there something on your mind, Master?"
When in her combat form, he noticed that Zafira also spoke politely, not getting clingy or flirting with him.
At first, they argued and didn't get along, but as they got to know each other and understood things better, it made him more attached to the succubus.
"I just wonder if I've done something that upset you, killing a demon."
"How could that upset me?!"
A tone as if she never doubted him—even if he massacred her race, she would be fine.
"You're their princess, right?"
Zafira didn't respond as silence fell between them with the distant wind wrapping around the trees creating a low howl that seemed to comfort both.
"I am your aide, Master."
