A huge mansion perched on a low hill. In one of the rooms, Chartier was looking down with cold eyes at the master of the mansion who had become a piece of silent flesh.
　 And at the same time, they were unnecessary trash for the orderly demon world that Chartier was trying to create.

　Chartier, who decided to bring order to the demon world and began to move in earnest, was going to prioritize two things first.
　The first is to clean up the trash that disrupts the peace of the demon world, such as the beings that only fatten their own pockets and fatten themselves up, and the beasts that run amok as they please...........
　This demon tribe has an extremely cruel character, attacking and destroying the settlements of weak or disobedient species, and torture the abducted inhabitants to death with extremely cruel methods.
　Therefore, Chartier killed this demon tribe and its followers without troubling them at all.

　It would have been fine to just erase the mansion and erase the bodies and traces... but before that, Chartier went to the basement of the mansion for another priority.
　The other thing she prioritized was securing her own hand and foot subordinates. No matter how powerful Chartier is, it's difficult for one person to establish roots throughout the vast demon world.
　You have to go to the basement in search of a loyal group of people who will serve as your eyes and ears.

　The torture chamber where the demon tribe killed by Chartier teases those he kidnaps with his desire. The room, located in the basement of the mansion, was filled with the smell of blood.
　Bloodstained torture threats were placed here and there at random, and a tattered corpse was lying on the edge of the room, releasing a rotten smell. The scene that would drive an ordinary person insane, Chartier looks at it without moving a single eyebrow.

''Ummm, is it an outlier?　 Good grief, it's a waste of time after all--oh?
....

　Unable to find someone to fulfill her glasses, Chartia's gaze was about to let out a sigh when she found a single demon race in one corner of the room.
　







　For that girl, this place was hell. One day, suddenly, the village where the girl lived was attacked.
　All those who fought were killed, and those who remained were brought to this mansion.........to this hellish room.
　The girl's kindred are no longer with us, they all died after a torture that made us want to cover our eyes in front of her. Only the girl is still alive today because of her beautiful appearance.
　Of course she had to endure many tortures. But she was never tortured to death like the others.
　The demon tribe of this mansion, with its distorted s*xual proclivities, couldn't help but love to see the beautiful looking girl's face tinted with despair.
　That's why the girl was the only one who was kept alive in this hell.

　The hell that seemed to last forever........one day, the hell was suddenly erased by a single demon tribe.

Hmm?　"One eye is gouged out. Oh, come to think of it, did I mention that the eyeballs of the Hell Nightmare can be the source of a powerful elixir?
....

　The demon tribe in robes who speak in a tone of voice so cheerful that it is disproportionate to the torture chamber... The girl who saw Chartier wondered who this demon tribe was.　It was a very straightforward thing to do.

''Oh, yes. I killed all the demons that were in this mansion.''
Huh?

　At the words that were told as if they were making small talk, the girl was astonished with her one remaining eye wide open, but it quickly turned into a convincing expression.
　The magic power that Chartier wears is so powerful that even a girl with no particular combat experience can see that it is out of standard. Indeed, I understood that the demon race of this robe would be able to bury that demon race with ease.

''So, you're lucky. You can leave here and be free, right?''
....

　
　She should have hoped that hell would end. She should have wished to be free. But now there was no relief for the girl. But now there is no relief for the girl, only sludge and black emotion....
　Seeing the girl's reaction, Chartier smiles deeply inside her robe, as if to say that it's as expected.

''........Are you frustrated?''
...What?
'Do you hate the demon tribe that did this to you?　Do you hate your own people for not protecting you?　Do you hate me for coming to your rescue after all this time?　
....

　
　That's right, the girl couldn't help but feel frustrated that 'not being able to destroy this hell with my own hands' was 'not being able to kill that hateful demon race'.
　Just like Chartier's words...........................I couldn't help but hate myself for being so weak.

''........I hate you.''
I know.
I hate myself for being so weak!　I hate myself for not being able to fight!　That a**h*le!　I hate myself for not killing it!
"...Good eye. Excellent.

　.........The girl was suited to Chartier's glasses. Although she inhabits madness, she does not go mad with it and go crazy, but endures it by gritting her teeth.
　The less mindful one is, the easier it is to imprint. Easier to make them depend on it.

Do you want ... power?
I want ......................
'All right, I'll train you up if you want!　Instead.....
Guh!

　Chartier removes the hood of her robe and hooks her fingers on the collar attached to the girl's neck and pulls her closer.
　The girl screams in pain at the impact, but she doesn't care, and says the words while staring into the girl's one eye.

'You shall be my hand. Be my feet ... be my eyes, my ears, and leave everything behind to serve me.
....
"And I will give you the power you desire. You can change your position from being a taker to being a taker. So what do you do?
....

　The words of solicitation from an overwhelmingly strong man spread through the girl's mind like poison. The Absolute, who had so easily crushed the hell she was in, said this........ "Be my property".......
　At that moment, an unbearable feeling of pleasure rushed through the girl's mind. The girl was convinced with her distorted mind that she was born to be controlled by this man.

'I will be. By your servant I swear it, I will be your servant. Eternal and unending loyalty to you.

　The words spontaneously spilled out of her mouth when she found out.
　Immediately afterwards, the chains that bound the girl were shattered and the girl's limbs were freed. However, the girl did not move from the spot, not even a single step. Because her Lord had not yet given her instructions........

　Chartier turns her back to the girl as it is and tells her as she walks out of the room.

''My name is Chartier.........Remember. Then I'll go. You are........... "Pandora". From now on, please use that name.
''Yes, everything is at the mercy of Lady Chartier...''

　The moment Chartier gave her a name, the girl forgot her past name with an assertive smile. That it was something that was no longer necessary, a symbol that would never be named again.......dismissed as if it was obvious.
　Then he stands up and follows Chartier's instructions. With an intense madness in her eyes, and an unadulterated sense of loyalty........

　In addition, Chartier himself was completely miscalculated that his actions at this time had awakened a propensity that even he hadn't noticed in Pandora.
　Moreover, the cruelty of being tormented by the rubbish demon tribe and the hatred that she gained from it, combined with her innate propensity to prefer torment in the worst possible way to create an incredible pervert, a dominant and domineering person, which later caused Chartier to lose his head. I had to hold it.