As I was trying to forget about the dream, the knock on the door startled me. It was Myra. One of the demon. She was the one who arranged my wardrobe and had good knowledge about the clothes to fit. Calling her a fashion designer would be a bit of a stretch. Like Kira, she was also not scared of me. But also not very talkative.

Sometimes I think that should resent me for being a human. It wouldn't be surprising because their own King has a grudge against humans.

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