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Chapter List
- 1-Day 1
- 2-Day 2
- 3-Day 3
- 4-Day 4
- 5-Day 5
- 2
- 3
- 4
�Ack. So sorry for leaving everyone in the middle.
I�ve been struggling with my writing and it is only now that I suddenly got
struck by inspiration to continue. So very sorry, readers.
.__.
During the
time I was actually very much willing to write down everything for this chapter,
I had a vacation. After the vacation, the plot left me and I suffered from
writer�s block since June. Thankfully, I managed to get everything done, even
if it�s October already. Better late than never, huh?
This isn�t my
best chapter, I have to admit, but I�ll do my best for chapter 4. I seriously
love the next part and I can�t wait to write it. *giddy*
Chapter
dedicated to my ototou.
Magique, thanks for the beta. :�D nearly killed you, hahaha.
Without
further ado, here�s Day 3!
-----
Vacation Leave

Day 3

As soon as the
Viscount woke up that morning, he groaned loudly when he felt the sun blind him
through the thick curtains in his room. Angrily, he stood up and closed it as
not to let the damn thing interrupt his peaceful slumber, but when the red head
had lain back down on his bed, he found out that he could not sleep anymore. Cursing
his luck, he decided to do some thinking before he would go down for breakfast.
Judging from the sunlight that woke him up, it was close to eight in the morning.
It was still early, after all.
He rested his
head against the soft pillows of his bed and began thinking about what had
transpired last night.
Meryl Oakland
was such a tease, he had to admit, but what shocked him more was that she was
bold enough to do it to him. Why, in their childhood days, she was prim and
proper, never the type to be bold enough to do things that she wanted. She
always struck him as an introvert and a weak-willed girl who was always
obedient. As an adult, however, he doubted that those were still the right
words to describe her.
In fact, it
was the opposite. She was an extrovert whose will wasn�t easily broken and did
not mind breaking a few rules as long as it was beneficial for her, and it
would not hurt anyone in the process.
Concerning
last night, she had satisfactorily fulfilled all the three words he had used to
describe her. She broke the rule concerning breaking and entering, but of
course, he did not mind it.
Not at all, of
course.
He had his own
share of fun�
Last night was
unimaginable for him. He nearly died from the pleasure, after all. His dream
suddenly became a reality in that instant she had snuck in his room to suck him
until he spilled all of his seed on her mouth, ruining his pajamas in the
process. Yes, he was naked the whole night, but it was worth every aching hour
he felt whenever he was jolted awake because of the scene that kept replaying
in his mind.
It was damn
worth getting naked for a night, as well as that aching need to have another
release.
However�
He shook his
head at his foolishness.
This was not
supposed to happen. According to the Score, it should not have occurred.
During his
birthday last year, the Score had foretold that he was to have a rough year
ahead, but that he was to be thankful for a wonderful vacation that will happen
in the middle of the year. After the vacation, the Score foretold, he must
concentrate on work alone, and nothing else if he wanted to be a successful
ruler.
Asch would
have dutifully obeyed it, but somehow, during this vacation, he found himself
wanting to prolong it further. It�s not that he would like to disobey and Score
and slack off on his duties, but it was more of wanting to spend time with
Meryl.
Admittedly, he
was getting used to her presence. Back in the manor, it was only himself, the
books, his twin and his parents that he interacted with, and no one else. The
servants talked only when they were spoken to, nothing else. It was forbidden
to speak to the Fabre family unless it was a dire case.
Meryl had been
rotating in her duties both in their family and in the castle as part of her
training to become the future lady-in-waiting to the queen and the future
queens of the Kimlasca-Lanvaldear line, thus he
rarely saw her. When they were younger, they had been allowed by the Madam to
mingle because the twins had no one their age to interact with, but when they
hit the age of twelve, and Meryl, thirteen, Duke Fabre had put a stop to their
relations and at once, the master-servant relationship had been quickly
established.
Given those
circumstances, Asch knew that his lust for the maid was nothing more than a
need to sate his lack of contact with the servants, and Meryl became his target
because she had been the one whom he had been frequently in contact with during
the vacation. Other than that, she was just one of the servants.
But then again�
Why was it her
that haunted his dreams?
Why her, a
mere servant, and not one of those noble ladies whom he had been forced to
humor whenever there was a social event in the castle?
Why Meryl
Oakland?
She was never
on his mind until now.
Asch rubbed
his temple absent-mindedly, suddenly feeling the mental drain.
He needed
breakfast.
-----
The taste of
the freshly baked bread and fresh fruits that he had eaten for breakfast did
nothing to take his mind off Meryl. It did replenish his mental energy, but
that was it.
He did not see
her that morning, and once more, his curiosity bugged him. He wondered where
she was right now, and what she was doing.
Was she�
avoiding him?
The red head didn�t
discount the possibility.
After all, he
didn�t expect her to show her face to him after what she had done the last
night. Who would be brave enough to come up with a stunt of going to a man�s
room, sans underwear and flash her�parts?
Asch knew he
would really die if she had gone naked during that stunt of hers�
What the hell are you thinking? You�re turning into a
pervert.
Fine, so he
was turning into one, but it was only because temptation was present. If there hadn�t
been a certain blonde maid flashing and tempting him to become a total pervert,
he would have been as tame as any other man who did not care for such. After
all, before all this, he was a very busy man, trying to learn the ropes of
handling everything, from domestic to international affairs of the Kingdom. And
right after arriving in the castle, he had his hands all over her.
�It was a conduct unbecoming of a viscount.
His resolve
should be firm.
No more
interactions with Meryl Oakland until there would be an absolute need to do so.
There were many servants in the castle, and he could always ask them to do the
tasks instead. That way, there was no need for him to encounter her.
That would be for the best.
How wrong he would be hours later.
-----
As she swept
the gardens of the castle that morning, Meryl couldn�t stop the blush that
smeared her face as she pondered on her deeds the night before. Lorelei help her, it was simply disturbing her as soon as she went
back to her room and laid on her bed. The image of her acting like some common
whore that truly not befitted a future lady-in-waiting to the Queen of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear was enough to scare her out of her
wits.
What� have I done�?
She did not
need this mental drama again. Once was enough and it left her more confused
than ever. It led her to making bad decisions, as well as acting like a total
whore towards the master of the castle.
Her senses
finally woke her up.
How wrong was
she to have sneaked into Asch fon
Fabre�s room last night!
How could she
have let her emotions get the better of her�?
It really was
difficult to stop something when it gave her just a bit of happiness in her
life. It sounded way too weird for her ears, but it was the truth. All her
life, she had wanted to be close to Asch, and when the opportunity presented
itself, she went for it immediately. Any other girl would�ve been happy with
the results of her effort, but not her.
Her target was
no ordinary man, after all, and if the other servants knew of what was going on
between the two of them�
She bit her
lip.
The heir of a
kingdom does not dally with a future lady-in-waiting. Yes, it happened in
literature and novels, but this was reality.
No matter how
harsh it sounded, and how much it shook her back to reality, she could not
continue with this�
At least you were sensible enough to wake up before
something really did happen.
She had to
decide today if she was to stop this silliness and let her world return to
normal wherein contact with the viscount was limited to doing his bidding and
speaking to him only when spoken to.
Everything has
to go back to the way it was�
� before it would be too late to turn back.
-----
When the
butler announced that the Viscount was to have his tea in the receiving area of
his bedroom, every servant in the household scrambled towards the kitchen to
prepare for it. Unlike the normal households where tea meant teabags doused in
a pot of hot water, House Fabre�s afternoon tea meant three hours of
preparation.
The cookies,
pastries and cake were to be freshly-baked and consumed within the day, or it
would be the servants� dessert after dinner. Tea was to be brewed to
perfection, and the finest of all tea leaves in the kingdom were exclusively
for the use of the family. The tea leaves could be bought by the common people,
yes, but for a high price of three thousand Gald per
one hundred grams. And so, only House Fabre and a selected few families were
able to use the finest tea leaves for their afternoon tea. Because of the
highly prized tea leaves, the brewer of the pot was held responsible for the
taste. If it was not in accordance to the taste of the family, literally, there
was hell to be paid, as well as money. Docking payment from their wages had
been a normal occurrence for the new servants who did not know how to brew the
tea, but now that the Choral Castle servants were �veterans�, they knew what to
do.
Meryl, who had
been on the castle grounds for some time because of cleaning duties and had
been the unfortunate person to inspect the goods that had been delivered to the
castle that morning, was tired, hungry and pissed. She barely had breakfast
(only some coffee and bread) and was about to look forward for some delicious
lunch when the head maid suddenly called her over.
�Please bring
the teapot to the Viscount.�
Of all the
rotten�!
�With all due
respect, may I please have some lunch first before I head upstairs and bring
the tea?� Meryl hoped that with her pleading, she would at least be able to
fill in her stomach with food. She did not
want to go to his room swooning because of the lack of food.
The head maid
of Choral Castle�s household raised an eyebrow at
Meryl�s protest. �Did you not eat breakfast?�
�No, ma�am. I was the one who had
done the inspection��
�In that case,
have lunch first. I�ll ask someone else to bring the tea upstairs.� She
informed Meryl. �You can bring the pastries when it�s done baking and you�re
done eating.�
Sweet Lorelei, thank you!
With much
gusto, she headed off to the servants� dining area and gobbled up the prepared
lunch for them, which consisted of clear soup, steamed chicken and rice. She
was thankful that octopus had not been their meal, for the maid clearly hated
it with a passion.
Just like Asch.
She blinked.
She called him
by his name.
Oh no. This is bad�
During the
entire course of her meal, she only muttered one statement in her mind over and
over again: �Viscount Fabre�.
They were not
close.
She was the
maid who was well on her way to become the next lady-in-waiting.
He is to be
the future king.
It was to stay
that way for good.
How wrong that
resolve would be hours later.
-----
With a silver
tray on both hands, teapot positioned perfectly at the center of the tray,
Meryl grumbled and glared at the ceramic object as if it had been the sole
reason for her irate state.
I don�t want to see him so soon!
Lorelei be
damned, she�ll just drop off the teapot and leave.
As she reached
the familiar-looking door of the second floor that indicated that she had
reached the bedroom of the Viscount, she set down the tray on the nearby table
and knocked. Minutes later, the door opened.
�Viscount
Fabre, your tea.� She said in a tone that would have made her mother proud.
He nodded at
her curtly, avoiding her gaze. �Enter.�
For some
reason, the coldness in his tone made her flinch. Not that
she didn�t expect it, but it was because reality was slowly sinking in
and she had not prepared for it. The viscount was acting like a true noble and
for this, she simply had to applaud him.
Asch fon Fabre was finally acting out
the role that was given to him, while she did the same. This was the right
thing to do, Meryl told herself, and tried to ignore the hollow feeling in her
chest.
This is what I get for being a total idiot.
Sure, it was
fun at first, but when reality sunk in�
She could only
shake her head at the thought of all the time she was fooling around with the
future king. Two days of intense making out was enough for her; having been
sexually repressed her whole life, having the two-day affair with the red head
was worth it.
But that was
that.
She knew not
to cross the dangerous line between lust and love. It meant two completely
different things, and Meryl knew that they only lusted
one another because of loneliness. It was the perfect opportunity, they took
advantage of it, and it was now time to get everything back to normal.
�I feel a bit empty...�
she told herself as she placed the tray at the center of the table. �Your tea, Master Asch.� She informed him, bowing as she
did. �I will be back with the cake and the pastries.� With a final bow, she
headed off to the kitchens once more.
-----
Seeing her
retreating back made him drop his fa�ade immediately. It was hard to be forced
to do something he was not so willing to be part of. Of course, Meryl was his
friend, but still�
Why was it
hard to be so cold to her? He did that every single day of his life ever since
he was old enough to learn of the dividing line between nobles and servants. For
several years, he did that. Why was he faltering now?
I�m not in love with her. I�m not.
Meryl Oakland
was merely a passing fancy, but it didn�t stop him from thinking of lustful
thoughts about her just now. As usual, the maid uniform she wore was making him
feel seriously uncomfortable, most especially since the outfit reminded him of
last night�
He grabbed the
teapot, poured himself a cup and drank it slowly.
He did NOT
want to think about last night anymore.
Never again.
�Master Asch,
the pastries��
�Huh?�
�I-it�ll be
ready in twenty more minutes�� Meryl informed him with a bow. �I apologize for
the delay. I�ll be back with the cake.� With that, she ran off again to the
kitchen.
She was prim
and proper today. Not so surprising but it did not suit her. She might as well
be calling him by his first name instead of attaching either �viscount� or �master�
but�
�Scratch that, master is fine.�
The aching
feeling in his pants acted up again and this time, he made no move to calm
himself down.
Enough is
enough.
Screw the line
between a master
and a servant.
It was his time to decide for himself.
He should be the one to decide on his happiness, not the Score.
This is the path that I
have chosen... no regrets.
-----
Meryl knew something was in the air when she
arrived with the tray in her hands, the said cake sitting peacefully on the
tray. No viscount was present by the receiving area, though she finally found
him by his bed, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling.
She actually blinked when he turned to look
at her and said, �Finally. I�m starving. Give me a piece. I�m eating in bed.�

�No
worries there. We do your laundry anyway,� she said to herself sarcastically.
Perfect.
Everything was back to normal. Auldrant was spinning in its own axis, she was becoming
more and more of the maid that she could ever hope to be while he was acting
like the noble that she envisioned him to be: lazy and pompous. After slicing
quite a huge piece of chocolate cake, she placed it in a saucer and got a fork
from the tray. Table napkins were placed underneath the saucer as she made her
way to his bed, just in case he needed to wipe the excess chocolate off his
mouth.
�Master Asch, here you�hey!� disaster struck
when Asch suddenly knocked over the small plate when he stretched his arms from
the bed and the said pastry went flying straight to her left cheek and down to
the front of her uniform before making its way down to the carpeted floor. �ARGH!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?�
Pissed and embarrassed by the fact that half
of her face was suddenly covered with chocolate frosting and her uniform now
dirty, Oakland
lost her temper. Using her left hand, she took the remaining piece of the cake
and placed it on the saucer before laying it on the bedside table, making a
mental note to throw the slice once she headed back to the kitchen. The table
napkins suddenly served their purpose as she took them from the floor and made
a move to wipe the disgusting, sticky frosting on her face. Before the blonde
could do so, however, the viscount, who was now sitting on the bed, legs on the
edge of the mattress, grabbed her wrist. He then pulled her closer and as soon
as she had found herself sitting in his lap, he made a move that seriously made
her brain malfunction: he licked the icing off her cheek.
She nearly
jumped up when she realized that he had pulled her towards him, thoroughly embarrassed
at what he did.
What�s wrong with him?!
Meryl tried to
stand up and leave as fast as could, but he pulled her once more, her back
hitting his chest as she fell on his lap. In a tone that usually sent chills
down the servants� spines, it did exactly such, but for an entirely different
reason.
�Take off those
clothes.�
Lorelei�!
�If you�re
foolish enough to leave one small speck of chocolate on my sheets, I�ll make
sure that you�ll never be able to live to see the next day.�
Scared out of
her wits at the sudden change of tone and demeanor, the maid did what was told
of her and discarded the uniform on the floor without any second thoughts as
she stood up. Using the now dirtied uniform, she wiped the excess icing on the
side where the cake stain was before letting it drop down. Only when she was in
her undergarments did she realize that everything was all a ruse.
�I��
�Very good�,
Asch fon Fabre said in that
malicious tone of his. �It was very nice of you to follow my instructions
correctly. That�s a good maid.�
Before she
could even try to get hold of her dirty uniform, he snatched it immediately and
threw it farther into the room as the red head pulled her once more on his lap,
using one arm to restrain her. A triumphant smirk was plastered on his lips.
�Now, now, I don�t want the maid to wear the dirty uniform. It should be
laundered. For the meantime, you�ll just have to wear� nothing.�
She looked
back at him and gave the dirtiest glare she could ever muster in hopes of
intimidating him. Unfortunately, it failed.
�Don�t glare
at me.� He told her mockingly. �Besides, good maids get their reward for being
so obedient. And here is your reward,
Meryl Oakland��
The red head
suddenly rubbed his finger between her legs through her panties. It had been
nothing at first, as Meryl kept on thinking of ways on how to seriously kill
him for manipulating her, but when Asch suddenly unhooked her bra and started
to fondle her parts, it was hard to think straight. Somehow, he still
remembered which areas to stroke, the places which made her scream and which
strokes made her soaking wet�
Lorelei help
her, she was enjoying it so much.
Asch himself
was moaning along with her when he suddenly pulled her panties down to her
thighs and began to tease her slowly by rubbing her directly. Beneath her, she
felt his erection poking her behind and at this, she grinded her butt against
him, as if to tease him.
�Lorelei be damned�� yanking her panties off her, Meryl nearly died
when she was suddenly tossed on his bed on her back and him suddenly stripping
before her. It was a total treat, considering the fact that the viscount had
always been an eye candy for the ladies, but for him to do so in front of her�
She felt so
lucky.
But of course,
only she had the right to see him
naked.
Selfish, yes,
but Asch fon Fabre only
belonged to her. No one else.
But why did he�? Fear and
uncertainly suddenly struck her, and she had an inkling that he intended to
deflower her right then and there. He must have lost all of his sanity from
their intense petting, she noted.
To her
surprise, he spoke up. �Not now. I�d� rather try something else.�
Before she
knew it, he had her on all fours, her hips raised. It mortified her with the
fact that she was letting him make her do bizarre poses, but all the same, she
did not take a dislike for it. Rather, she felt bolder, wetter even.
A warm object
suddenly made its way between her legs and when Meryl took a peek at it, she
realized that it was his manhood. At this, she gasped. �W-what��
�It�s called
�frottage�. No need for us to do the deed when we can simply do this��
She felt the
warm muscle between her legs as he stimulated her using his manhood, the tip
teasing the entrance. Meryl had to admit, this was quite a novelty and
something she had never, ever experienced before with her make out with Asch.
Skin-to-skin contact suddenly felt so delectable and so real. The more he
rubbed against her slit, the hotter she felt, and the more she got wet. She
wouldn�t be surprised if he would ask her to change the sheets again.
Meryl was
dripping wet, and as much as she tried to stop herself, it was impossible.
While she would cease the dirty thoughts, the feeling of him between her legs
had made her crave more for him. It was not sex, but in this way, it felt like
they were doing such an act.
So close, yet
so far�
Nonetheless�
Asch groaned
softly against Meryl�s ear, trying hard to control himself from coming that
early. Somehow, he blamed himself for making her wet earlier, but not that it
was a hindrance. Her come served as a lubricant of sorts, but it also shot his
lust up at an alarming level. He knew that if he would not be able to control
himself, he might just break his promise not to turn her into an unchaste
woman.
He mimicked
his movements to that of the sex act, his entire shaft rubbing against her slit
this time, and the harder he rubbed, the more he was losing himself. Lorelei be
damned, lust was clouding his judgment.
He shouldn�t
have suggested frottage.
It was fun to
try, yes, but the effects were killing him!
He did not
want just this rubbing of their parts.
He wanted to
try the act itself!
Wrong move, Asch. Real
smart.
Meryl screamed
as soon as she reached her limit and climaxed on the head. It was not
surprising that she had done so, for he had stimulated her earlier. Her sex throbbed so much heat that he felt it, despite not being
inside her. She was that eager�
�M-master
Asch� t-that was� wonderful��
She could
barely think straight right now. After her orgasm, her thoughts were scattered,
and all that was inside her head was how wonderful that act was. There were no
more thoughts to bodily harming the viscount for his manipulation; all she
wanted was more of that skin contact. All thoughts to stay away from him and
make their relationship impersonal were thrown out of the window. It was
selfish, yes, but for the meantime, it did not matter to her.
As she wanted
was Asch fon Fabre.
Only him.
On an impulse,
she suddenly pinned him against his bed, which startled him. Dark red strands
of his hair spilled across the sheets, and at this, Meryl replied, �Your turn, Master Asch.�
And before he
could even ask what the hell she meant by such a cryptic statement, she had
straddled on him, her sex touching his still-erect manhood as she lowered
herself against him. Emerald green eyes widened at the gesture, but the next
thing nearly killed him: she started grinding back and forth against his shaft,
mimicking what he did early. Asch felt every part of her sex on his manhood:
her lips, the throbbing heat from her clit and her come that was now acting as
a lubricant. Her moans only served to make him think of dirtier thoughts that
involved the two of them and the bed�
He grunted as
she fastened her pace and began to rub against him vigorously. At this, he
suddenly grabbed her left breast and roughly rubbed his palm against her nipple,
earning a rather loud moan from her. Smirking, he proceeded to do the same to
the other breast as to distract him. He certainly did not want the blonde maid
to know that he was enjoying this. Yes, the evidence was beneath her (pun
intended), but he certainly wouldn�t let her feel that he was completely under
her literally and figuratively just because she learned a few tricks from the
earlier deed they had done. Asch did not want to see her satisfied with the
fact that she would be able to elicit more than just an ejaculation from him�
He gripped on
the sheets as he felt the need to release the pent-up frustration that was
building inside him from the unusual stimulation she gave him. With a low groan
escaping his lips, he came, the familiar scent of his essence filling the bed.
Meryl eager licked just a bit of his semen before using her fingers to rub the
sticky substance across his belly. �Viscount Fabre, did you have fun?�
The only reply
she heard was a grunt.
�That�s good
to hear.� At this, she got off him and began to get dressed. �Oh, my uniform��
�Get a spare.�
He told her, mind still dull from the whole thing.
�Umm� my old
one�� she said.
�Wear it
again. Get dressed in your spare and come back here to fix the mess.�
She raised an
eyebrow at his sudden cold tone, but before the woman could even say anything,
Asch added, �It will give you an excuse to enter my room and �clean it up� for
as long as you like.� Then, he looked at her and shrugged. �Isn�t it difficult
to clean the carpet, Meryl Oakland?�
Yes, it
definitely was.
�Yes, my lord.
It will definitely take hours to get
rid of the stain.�
�I see. Get to
work then.�
Dressed back
in her chocolate-stained maid uniform, she headed first to the kitchen to throw
the poor slice of chocolate cake and to retrieve the pastries that had just
been taken out of the oven. Once she got back to Asch�s room and she laid the
pastries on the table, his frown obviously told her that he was getting
impatient.
Suddenly
feeling giddy, she headed back to her room to get dressed into a fresh uniform,
to wash her come-stained thighs and wear a fresh pair of underwear. She could
bathe later.
Armed with a
pail of soapy water and a brush, she headed back to the room of the noble, only
to find out that he was still naked and did not even bother to get dressed. Now
that she was aware of her surroundings, she actually blushed at the sight of
his nakedness, despite seeing him in that state earlier and yesterday, though
the latter was only from the waist down.
What men would actually want to give in exchange for
that body�
As she
continued her work, Asch proceeded to get up from his bed, naked (Meryl noted to herself as she averted her eyes from his
form), and headed for the bathroom. The woman in the room tried hard to focus
on her task by distracting herself in the form of humming random songs she
heard. The blush on her face, however, still gave away the fact that she was
thinking something not related to the chocolate stains on the carpet. Only when
the red head shut the bathroom door did she sigh in relief.
The bathroom
door flew open seconds later and she jumped up in shock, nearly knocking off
the pail. �M-Master Asch�!� she said, staring at his face. Thankfully, he had
been smart enough to put a towel around his waist to cover his� parts.
�That reminds
me��
�H-huh�?�
�You�re
filthy.�
Why you�! Before she could
retort an insult at his face, he moved forward and suddenly hauled her over his
shoulder. �W-what the�!�
�Let�s bathe
together.�
�NO!�
�Why? We�ll
conserve water that way.�
�That�s not
the point!� her protests fell into deaf ears as he carried her to his bathroom
and slammed the door shut, locking it in the process. They would only emerge
from the said room later, both tired and wet from the showers, but secretly
equally pleased with what had occurred inside�
-----
Fabre Manor, earlier that day�
�No letters?�
a bright red-haired young man with emerald green eyes pushed the glasses up the
bridge of his nose as he stared at the visitor in his study. The lone White
Knight, part of the family�s private guards, was currently standing before the
man sitting behind the desk.
�None so far, sir. We�ve been keep
track of the mail, but there hasn�t been anything.�
At this, he
raised an eyebrow. It had been agreed upon by his correspondent that they would
keep in touch, but somehow, he had this feeling that something terribly wrong
happened. Tempting as it may be, he wanted to have a one on one talk with the
said person.
His problem
right was what excuse to give to everyone involved for
his sudden departure from the Manor.
But then
again, any excuse would do.
It always
worked. And even if he wouldn�t make any excuse, they would do it for him.
Luke fon Fabre wasn�t very popular in
the household and in the Kingdom for that matter, for he was deemed as the lazy
twin between him and Asch. Anything he did, people made excuses for it, and
whenever he made an excuse, they let it pass, often citing his laziness and
being empty-headed as the reason for his shortcomings.
Luke had no
qualms about it, however. They could say whatever they want about him, but he
cared not if they slandered him by saying that he was useless. He was much too
preoccupied with his task at hand than mind them at all.
This task was
far more important than anything else.
�My message
has been sent then?�
The White
Knight saluted. �Yes, my lord.�
�In that case,
prepare a ship right away. I must get to Choral Castle
immediately.�
As the White
Knight saluted once more, he said, �Oh, and by the way��
�Yes, sir?�
�Inform Mystearica Grants that she will accompany me.�
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