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*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

Abdul Omri...

(Y/n) never spotted such a name being mentioned at least once in the game, as well as his unforgettable face. With the assumption of Abdul not playing a significant role in the game (Y/n) let out a sigh of relief in her heart, delighted to not be handling with another introduced character that she would have to be wary of. Giving Abdul a tender smile (Y/n) motioned for him to take a seat, of which he did obediently.

"Charmed to meet your acquaintance, Sir Omri. It turns out Prince Aysima had given me a curious guest. Well, I have little to no use for you, so until I can procure you a suitable job in a pleasant environment, you are free to prowl the Lionheart manor to your heart's content." Skillfully drawing up a finger sandwich, (Y/n) took a little nibble in order to alleviate her hunger, which she has been holding back for the past few hours. It was ingrained in her mind to never eat over one plate before the scheduled hours when she was to show up in the dining hall to fill her stomach. Though she didn't admire such a rule, (Y/n) mother gave her no room to quarrel. So, she nipped on her finger sandwich with invisible tears rolling down her cheeks.

Whilst (Y/n) was fixated on her hunger, Abdul ogled at the ground with wide eyes, his impassive expression trembling with a complex sentiment as he felt his own mind shatter.

"Pardon me, my lady, but what do you mean?" Looking away from her pitifully miniature finger sandwich (Y/n) looked back over at the wavered male as she quickly detected the slight flicker in his eyes that were lit with bewilderment. "Well, I have no use for you either as a servant or as a guardian. As you have seen, I have many servants that know me well and know how to cater to my every whim thoroughly. I have guards besieging my wing of the manor with no spot left unsupervised. Everything is perfectly shielded and tended for, so why should I wish for more?" Biting into the tender wheat bread (Y/n) held back a moan. Oh, how magnificently formed was this bread! She wondered what the cooks would make for her today? Let it not be fried goose—or Almas caviar. If she were to ingest another bite of either of those, she swore to whatever transported her into the game that she would make them rue the day that they brought her there.

Studying the euphoric expression that his lady conveyed, Abdul couldn't help but feel... lost. Of course, he thought that perhaps such a day like this would arrive when he was notified that he was free, and when it did oh how he would bound over the moon in bliss and celebration and cherish his life for the rest of his tranquil days. To him, this was like a dream come true. Yet he had to remember where he came from. All of his memories were originated in the slave house where he was raised and coached, but he had yet to wholly embrace under the sun's warmth. He had yet to genuinely feel liberation. To become someone's slave was his appointed purpose in life ever since he could recall and for his only known purpose of why he kept on going to suddenly be stripped away from him...

"My lady, may I ask...?"

"Speak."

"... why do you wish to get rid of me?" Halting her movements to grasp another scone (Y/n) peered up at the face of Abdul only to see a heavy ghostly cloud over his face, his expressions and sincere sentiments concealed from her sight as his entire body remained frozen in the lavish sofa. No matter how strongly she looked, not one scrap of evidence could be presented to distinguish his current concerns. But his voice... it sounded so... afraid.

"Get rid of you? No. I simply wish to give you your freedom. Even if I required someone by my side to cater to my wills, I would never wish for someone forced to do so. And to not even get paid! What has this world crawled under?" Gingerly shaking her head in dissatisfaction (Y/n) stole a glance at Abdul's figure, uncertain of where he was going with this. If she were to be him, she would be jubilant and would instantly take up on her offer. Perhaps he is hesitant because of his freedom being handed over to him so simply? Did he think there was a catch?

"No need to fret dear Sir Omri, there are no catches to this; I simply wish to see you happy, that's all." Taking a short sip of her tea (Y/n) planted it back on the saucer, not willing to stare upon his face as she instead studied the outside world from the transparent windows, watching as birds circled gleefully, and the garden began blossoming without care.

No, this wasn't how he expected his life was going to go. He was expected to contribute the rest of his favored days working under a relentless boss—well if he got lucky; he was informed that his new master might be kind, but that was exceedingly unlikely. Yet what he noticed there to be rarer was this lady in front of him, appearing so disengaged from the world, but still maintaining a content and cryptic smile. Why did this lady wish to give him his freedom? What was he to do now? When he was an adolescent, he never thought of this scenario thoroughly. He never thought of what he was to do next. He just remained dreaming of all the fascinating places he would explore. Maybe even encounter someone who he was to spend the rest of his free days with.

Abdul was at a loss. Freedom was just in his grasp—if he were to reach out, he could hastily capture it and never let go. Though he was apprehensive. The future—which seemed too dreary and bitter but yet still transparent—now appeared ominous, yet more extensive. More decisions; but to where would he put such resolutions? All of this was far too strange for him, too new, in fact, that once he ultimately glanced up to the distant lady, did finally hear his broken voice.

"I still wish to work under my lady."

Hearing the saddening voice of Abdul, (Y/n) turned her head around as her complete attention was now upon the determined—but anxious—male.

Was he out of his mind?

Both of their eyes collided with each other, with one being confused, and the other one is even more confused but still determined. Silence pursued soon after his declaration as the chirping of the birds occupied the silence, yet it gave no consolation to the fixed (Y/n). After a few seconds have passed (Y/n) cleared her throat, her thoughts finally collected enough for her to make a rational decision.

"Sir Omri, do you mind explaining to me why you aspire to work under me?" Presenting this question to Abdul (Y/n) assumed that perhaps his mind was still fuzzy from the previous suffocating garbs he wore. Even though (Y/n) didn't wish for him to work under her, she would also not mind. There weren't that many males in her wing; per her father's—and Aysima's—order. (Y/n) was well aware of this, but didn't find there a reason to dispute. If she were to, then the other defensive two would find weaknesses in her words and accuse her of wishing to be with other males—well, that would only be Aysima. Her father would only fuss about a man grabbing her heart elsewhere and breaking it.

From these declarations that the two were creating (Y/n) was conscious that the two weren't acquainted with the possibilities of her being attracted to the same sex, because if she were to be drawn to women then she would have been in paradise. But what is to say that she wasn't already in her glorious haven?

At this thought, a smirk danced on her lips. This didn't go unseen by Abdul, who instead broke his manner and gaped at her face. Was she perhaps testing him? Yes, of course! But why did she appear so... flustered? Feeling a pair of eyes gawking at her reddened face (Y/n) cleared her throat and tamed down her wild thoughts. The creator of this world really relished in making everyone seem exquisitely beautiful, didn't they?

"Back to the topic at hand?" Snapping out of his trance, Abdul hurriedly looked away and back down at the carpeted ground, ashamed to have been caught studying his master. Seeing his eyes now away from her face (Y/n) continued. "You wish to serve under me, is that correct?" Watching Abdul give her a firm nod with a meager 'yes', (Y/n) hummed. "What qualities do you have?"

"This servant can cook, clean, read and write, well-trained in the Arts with my fighting capabilities being the top of my group, well-versed in the history and geography of Rimgirdas and the linage of royalty and noble and duke houses of Oden, and my magical attributes being Ice magic and Medal Manipulation." Delivering these words with a straightforward approach (Y/n) couldn't help but admire the man. To have these abilities... she must not shelter him in her wing for too long! He must be presented to the world from which he can cultivate and flourish into the human he had wished to become! Though once her mind processed the words 'Ice magic' and 'Metal Manipulation', did she finally comprehend why Aysima seemed to be proud of his catch.

Was he born of legitimate commoner blood, or was he the long-lost son of an influential duke? For him to have two Rare Magic Attributes that can pare adequately along with the Legendary Attributes if performed in their maximum capacities...

This was an enticing offer for her.

"..." 'Abdul needed a place to stay... and my father wouldn't appreciate it if a random man were to stay here with no purpose if he were to ever find out about him. Besides, being a servant is a high-paying job in my wing, so that would mean that this could be more advantageous for Abdul, as he wouldn't need to travel around so much back to and from work. Abdul could also leave sooner once his bank numbers have reached a considerable reach! Though if he were to work as an ordinary butler, I am afraid that it would take longer for him to become fully independent.'

"Sir Omri, I offer you the position as my personal butler. You are to protect me at all times and never leave my side. You are to cater to my every inclination and be devoted, understood? And if this doesn't sound suitable to you, you will be given a weekly salary of ninety silver coins with your living quarters right next to mine. You will be fed the food that I eat and shall obtain greater reverence than most who work in my wing. Do we have to deal?" Passing her hand over the narrow table, (Y/n) stared deeply into Abdul's astonished eyes, a cheerful grin on her lips.

Staring at the hand which was now his lady's, Abdul hastily thought over the working conditions and profits that he would receive as he shook her hand gently.

His lady was assuredly the rarest master of them all. 

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