As a Perfect Being, she essentially had no distinction of gender, representing even the absence of corresponding organs between the two sexes, and didn't require grains or reincarnation, directly sustaining herself by absorbing spirit energy.
Yet on the night after choosing her master, Laurel Wood renamed herself Lily Wood, started preferring beautiful clothes, grew out her hair, and became more graceful in her every move.
Hundreds of nights passed, countless moments of tossing and turning, always recalling the scene of her master commanding her to kneel and crawl forward.
Each time she woke, the mattress would be soaked in sweat, leaving its traces.
That fleeting silhouette, which annihilated the entire Wood Family, gave her hope for revenge, unknowingly becoming her greatest psychological crutch.
Perhaps what exists in the imagination is always the most beautiful, but...
She does not regret!
