"I have co to take you ho, Master," Sarah said, bowing a little in front of .
"Huh?" I looked at Duke Morton, who let out a startled voice as he took a step back.
"???"
I tilted my head in confusion as I looked at him.
What’s with him?
"Duke Morton," Sarah then looked at him with clod piercing eyes, "please only contact Master Eden if it’s absolutely necessary."
"W-why should I listen to you?" He stuttered a little, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "He is my son."
"It’s Lady Stephanie’s order. If you have any problem with it, please contact her. I am rely conveying her ssage," Sarah replied as she moved closer towards .
He imdiately shut his mouth as he heard my mother’s na.
He wasn’t even trying to say anything to Sarah as well.
It felt like he was... Afraid of sothing or soone.
"Are you alright, Master?" she asked as she checked my body.
"Oye." I imdiately moved back as she tried to touch my body.
I haven’t forgotten about what happened that night.
And even though I didn’t want it to happen like this, I can’t help but be conscious of her behavior.
I can’t see her as just a cold and workaholic maid.
She is a woman, and to top it off, she is a MILF.
I like them big but not when it’s from my mother like figure.
Fuck I hate this.
"Co closer," she said, masking her emotions behind her cold facade as she showed the keys for the handcuffs.
"....."
Without saying anything, I moved closer to her as she unlocked the handcuffs.
"Can you tell how I’m getting out of here without any problems?" I asked, massaging my wrists as I looked at Sarah.
"Lady Stephanie asked for a favor," she said, glancing at Duke Morton one last ti before she started to move out.
"A favor from whom?" I asked, following her and ignoring Duke Morton.
"From the queen," she replied, taking by surprise. "The queen has wanted to talk with your mother for a while now, but Lady Stephanie was ignoring her. However, she exchanged your early freedom with a eting with her. Apparently, Lady Stephanie couldn’t wait any longer to see you."
"Is that so?" I replied as we moved outside the campsites towards the temporary teleportation portal, it’s still late in the night but many people were awake.
As soon as we stepped out, I noticed a black-haired man standing in front of us, his dark red eyes glaring at .
"What’s up, Uncle Archer," I asked, smirking a little to provoke him.
"It’s a sha you’re running away, Eden," he said, moving closer. "I would have liked to talk more with you."
"You have a daughter, rember? Talk with her first," I retorted, not backing down as he stood in front of .
"Grace can take care of herself. Don’t worry about her," he replied, eting my gaze.
"You know I’m worried about her just because you’re a terrible father. I’m rely trying to fill your role," I shot back without flinching.
"Have you forgotten what you did, Eden? You’ve already humiliated her once, rember?" he accused.
I remained silent, choosing not to answer.
"We will et again, Eden. I hope you live a happy life until then," he said before turning to leave.
"What an asshole," I grumbled, watching his departing figure.
"Just so you know, Master, you’ll also be coming with us to et with the queen," Sarah inford as she started to move again.
"Why ?" I asked, following her.
"Ask Lady Stephanie."
"Whatever," I replied, feeling a mix of annoyance and resignation.
"You don’t look happy hearing it," Sarah observed, gazing at .
"No, eting with the queen was bound to happen; she had many things to answer to Mother and ," I replied, but my mind was still preoccupied with Duke Morton’s words.
’Why did he tell to be wary of Mother?’ I pondered, trying to understand his warning.
Should I be careful around her?
’Why am I thinking too much?’ Shaking my head, I felt I was overcomplicating things by overthinking.
’Fuck that serpent; it just ssed up my mind.’
Too many things had happened in a matter of a few days; I needed so ti to process it all.
I suppressed the my yawn as I felt tired after all the shit that happened.
"Hmm?" I looked in front of as Sarah halted her steps.
In front of us stood a girl with purple hair, looking at both of us.
"I want to talk, alone," she said, addressing .
"If you will excuse , Master," Sarah said, bowing towards before giving us so space to talk.
"What do you want, Marine?" I asked my sister as she stood in front of silently.
"I want to talk with M-mother," she replied with a conflicted face, forcing the word ’mother’ from her mouth.
"She will be busy for a few days; you can see her later," I replied, not wanting to waste my ti.
"Why, aren’t you going ho right now, I can co with you." She replied glaring at .
Why are you glaring at ?
"Not now, I will ask mother first when you can talk with her." I replied as I looked at her.
At my mother’s ntion she beco more obedient.
"There will be no class for atleast a week." She inford as she slowly nodded her head, "inform when she have ti."
"I will." I replied as I moved towards Sarah who stood at the teleportation portal.
"Let’s go," I said as I approached Sarah, ready to step inside the portal.
Entering the portal, we were swiftly transported back to the capital.
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_Click_
The door unlocked as I stepped inside the house.
"Eden!" My mother greeted warmly, rushing over to hug tightly.
"I’m ho," I murmured, gently returning her hug.
"Welco ho," she replied, her hand moving over my back in a protective gesture.
"Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice as she scanned for any signs of injury.
"I’m fine, Mom," I reassured her, gently guiding her to stand in front of .
"Anyway, it’s late. You should get so sleep now," she suggested, noting my tired appearance.
"Yeah, I should," I agreed, preparing to head to my room.
"And Eden," she added, her expression turning serious, "tomorrow morning, we’re going to have a sparring match. I want to see how strong you are right now."
"Fine by ," I replied, nodding in agreent. I was also curious about how long I can stand against her.
"Sarah, go make Eden’s bed," my mother instructed, turning to our maid as I began to make my way to my room.
"Yes, my lady," Sarah acknowledged, following with quick steps.
Don’t look so happy, idiot maid.
As we walked towards my room, I couldn’t help but glance at the maid.
"Do you have sothing to say, Master?" she asked, noticing my gaze.
"Wait, I do have sothing. Why did you change from ’Young Master’ to ’Master’?" I asked curiously, now realizing that she had been calling ’Master’ all this ti.
"Aren’t you my master?" she asked, blinking her beautiful eyes.
"Yeah... I am, aren’t I?" I replied, feeling a bit awkward.
"So, don’t hold back if you have anything to ask."
"....."
Why do I feel like there’s a hidden aning in her words?
I opened my room’s door, and we both entered.
I headed towards the closet, while Sarah moved towards the bed to change the bedsheet.
"Sarah."
"Yes?"
"Have you seen my white shirt?" I asked, not finding it in the closet.
"Oh, the one you wore last ti?" she asked, while fixing the bedsheet.
"Yeah, that one."
"I have that shirt."
"....."
Should I ask what she’s doing with my shirt?
Damn it, I don’t want to hear her tell what I’m imagining.
"They’re in my room after I washed them. Want to get it for you?" she offered calmly.
".....No, I’ll wear sothing else," I replied, sacrificing my shirt to avoid any further awkwardness.
I took out the second-best shirt that I had and placed it on the bed, which was already set with the rest of my clothes. Then, I started to unbutton my shirt, but I imdiately stopped when I felt a pair of curious eyes on my body.
"Sothing you need, Sarah?" I asked, halting my changing.
"Nothing," she replied.
"....."
"....."
We both looked into each other’s eyes.
"I’m going to take a bath," I said calmly.
"Is that an invite?" she asked, blinking innocently.
I stood there silently, not knowing how to reply. I didn’t know how to process this.
"I was kidding. Have a good night, Master," she said, and then she moved out of my room.
"Haha...." I laughed awkwardly as I watched her leaving my room.
But if you were kidding, why do you sound disappointed...?
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