Master, I Was Wrong

Paul's eyes widened, his pupils full of horror. "Master… what does this mean…"

"From today, you are no longer my butler. You are free and can go wherever you want." Bill's voice was cold, without any warmth.

Paul jumped out of the bed and fell down in front of Bill with a plop, begging, "Master… no… I don't want any freedom. I don't want to go anywhere!"

"According to the regulations, I have the right to deprive you of all the memories about me." Bill refused to look at him and replied lightly.

But for Paul, every minute he spent with his master was precious. The memory of his master was all he had.

How could he let it be taken away so easily?!

Paul couldn't help snarling, tears bursting out of his eyes. "If you want to erase these memories from me, you might as well just kill me!"

Bill's expression was indifferent and he didn't seem to be moved at all. Looking at the man, he said, "You can start."