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Raume and Sai Mea
On an office; a young prince, named Ruame Rosarok, is working hard— to the extent of his ability —ruling the kingdom while his sister is away. He's a Treal. The young lady in the window— gazing at the outside —is his secretary named Sai Mea Amahaon a Dralk.
Screeching of the chair being swept backward as Raume stands up. He walks to the nearby unaware lady. He twists her skin— "Ouch! How could you do that to a lady!" Her eyes are in tears.
"Do you know what's happening outside?—"
While staring at the mountain of papers Sai Mea shakes up her head.
"—Then go ahead and work in my behalf. I'll head outside."
She clings on his arm. "I won't allow it. You're digging your grave!"
"Sai Mea, how old do you think am I? It's my obligation right?" Creaking sharply from the door being open, stealing their attention, on the outside a man bows, and subsequently after having an eye contact at the prince, the man shakes up his head, affirming. "Now, Mea, let it go."
"No!" has denied stubbornly by Sai Mea, avoiding having an eye contact at him. The prince rustles. She's rubbing her lower lip to her teeth and she purposely lowers her shoulder in exposed while secretly trying to peek on his face. She catches his eyes staring on it. "Okay fine. Don't exaggerate yourself. Take care…"
"Sure… of course." He smiles. He's troubled. His hand unsettles after he has managed to glimpse at her face and neck.
While the door is creaking, she yells, "Wait!"
"What?"
Unable to spit, averting to face, she replies, "Nothing…" Door shuts, leaving her alone.
She runs to the prince table and she sits at the chair. She picks up a pen and reads the content of a paper. Then she signs.—she feels something. Pillowing her head to her arms, she lies in the table. She feels this something while she's dreaming.
Wearing dark cloths, a woman appears nearby without this Sai Mea noticing. "Ooh, perverted delusional long nosed master of mine." Making Sai Mea flushes and her head is now emitting smoke. "How's the warmth of the chair!" Teasing her. She's Maritis Lightning, leader of Jelfyr Shadow Army. She's a Medou.
Jelfyr Shadow Army(JSA), a secret military organization founded by the first queen of Jelfyr. They, members of the organization, have worked top secret operations and they're unbound by the laws. Only they abide order to a person assigned by the queen as their bearer.
JSA's Bearer, has full control of JSA.
JSA's Leader, will lead JSA units and comply the JSA's Bearer's order.
She leans onto the backrest. "At least knock on the door once!"
"Useless, my ability is beyond help."
Thinking while scratching her hair, she says, "Okay… I guess… How is she?"
"She's fine. My loyal servant said; wearing the royal dress she wants to retire."
She's not fine at all! "You're kidding right?"
"Of course not… I'm joking."
I can't really understand her… "Hiss... we're useless, huh?"
Try to listen and understand
Don't waste them, those who care for you
Time comes, you'll need and seek for them
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