117 March Towards The Capital

"William."

"Master."

Celine caressed the side of William's face. It had been four years, and the effect of the slave collar had finally lost its hold over the red-head boy.

"Do you hate me?" Celine asked. She stared at the handsome boy in front of her and waited for his answer.

"I would be lying if I said no, Master," William replied honestly. "Although I feel some resentment towards you, I will not forget that you treated me well over the past few years. I am very grateful to have become your disciple."

Celine smiled and patted the boy's head. "I will remove the collar now. You must be sick and tired of wearing it this entire time."

The beautiful elf was about to remove the collar from William's neck, when the boy held her hands and firmly shook his head.

"Leave it as it is, Master." William gave Celine a mischievous smile. "Didn't you tell me that this is your gift to me? Since it is a gift, you shouldn't take it back."