“…? Hm?” A gentle tilt of her head, eyes widening a fraction of an inch. “You’re awfully generous. How could I ever decline? I’d love your company, Master of Chaldea.”

A chuckle nestled in his belly made way, the air around him hiccuping in temporary awe.

“My ‘retirement.’ I see,” he started, his eyes drifting elsewhere. Rapid thoughts converge and separate, flickering off in bursts of light before becoming one with the void. The mage that stood within —

Amusement twinkled in the Caster’s eyes; a worn amethyst gaze trailed to give Mer’iah a meticulous once-over. “Ah? Shall I keep calling you ‘my girl’? ‘My boy’ doesn’t have the same touch to it. Whatever the case, you are still my Master.”

His arms folded upon each other beneath his robe. “And —

NOT YOU TOO.

A small chuckle that became stifled by a finger to his lips. “Ah, yes. Very worrisome. Apologies, lad. I’ll be quieter around your presence. Well… is your health optimal? Do you need further assistance?”

You haven't even tried it. Why are you so prejudiced?

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You just don't want a big baddie like me to flourish in this economy.

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Eyeing him with a curious quirk of his brow. Then, a laugh that caused Merlin’s cheeks to swell with delight.

“Such as…? The way I fuck you? Not quite.” A tilt of his head, along with a pensive finger to his chin. “Changes are mere expectations of our journey together, Master. This is no issue.”

“You could be a tendril of smoke in the fog. Your history simply proves it.”

Merlin’s eyelids narrowed as an amused smile rose, her cheeks crafted from delicate marble softening into warm flesh. A flash of pink splattered across her visage as she spoke next: “You look dashing.”

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