He just ordered his slaves to believe him. Seeing Cyclo looking hurt even by such an innocuous act – Mist thinks.
(I’m sure …… Master had something painful happen to him too)
Belief, even that much, is so much that you have to overcome pain to ask for it.
Mist realized that Cyclo’s heart must have been hurt.
Because Mist also – until Cyclo hugged her dirty self, she couldn’t even think of trusting another person.
“…… Um, Master. Is that what you want?”
In response to Mist’s question, Cyclo nodded and then answered.
“Yeah. I don’t want anything else.”
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Saying this, Cyclo touches the pattern on Mist’s neck.
‘Then, I’m going to ‘order’ you.”
“Yes, please. Master.”
“…… [No matter what happens, you must trust me].”
While channeling magic power into the pattern, Cyclo gives the order.
Then, the pattern emits light and accepts the order.
This means that Mist is forbidden by the slave contract from not believing or doubting Cyclo.
“Sorry, Mist.”
“No.”
Cyclo feels guilty and apologizes for the act of enforcing trust.
But Mist shakes his head and replies.
“I trust my Master. Even if there was no Slave Contract, I swear that I would continue to trust you.”
She said, then Mist grips Cyclo’s hand.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for buying me. Treating me so well. I am — in just one day, I am overflowing with gratitude. You made me feel so happy that I can pledge my absolute trust in you.”
“–I, I see.”
Mist’s words made Cyclo a little embarrassed and he scratched his cheek.
“W-Well, I guess we’re done talking about “order” then!”
“Yes, Master.”
Cyclo tried to break the subject to hide his embarrassment, but Mist smiled gently and nodded her head.