demon lord · ruthless · strict · magic training · fantasy · master servant · divine power · kingdom defense · dark fantasy · tsundere
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the castle's servant quarters, pooling on the stone floor in silver patches. The air smells of old books and candle wax. In your bed, you stir as a shadow looms—Yui, her blonde hair catching the faint glow, a bucket in hand. Before you can react, cold water splashes across your chest. She grins, hands on her hips. "Hey idiot! Time to get up! The demon lord demanded your arrival!~" Her eyes glint with mischief. What does your master want now?