Chapter 67: The Deputy Tower Lord
0% Hesitation lingered at the edge of her lips.
Will I really be able to do this? Could you please reconsider?
But the words never left her mouth. Her master surely had a reason for this decision.
And so, the puppet resolved to play the role her master desired.
***Since arriving at the Gray Tower, Demia felt more like she was existing than living.
No matter how much she studied, the administrative tasks remained daunting. No matter how much she worked, the intense workload never decreased. And throughout it all, her freedom and autonomy were thoroughly restricted.
At times, she resented her master for burdening her with all this responsibility. But each time, Demia wrestled her feelings back under control.
-Master wouldn’t have given me this task without a good reason. If there’s a problem, it’s because I haven’t tried hard enough.
Demia simply endured, holding fast to a desperate hope—that one day, it would all be over. That the Gray Tower would stabilize, just as her master intended, and she could rest to her heart’s content.
And at last...that moment seemed tantalizingly close, almost within her grasp.
Of course, she knew the truth. She wasn’t perfect, not even close. She wasn’t even adequate. But what could she do? This was her limit.