As the Vampire gazed at his Master, he continued caressing her cheek, which made her blush so much. In her mind, the scene was so romantic, but her thoughts were interrupted when she remembered that Servants could not feel such emotions. Everything she felt would only be one-sided in her whole lifetime.
"But Sigmund… When will you call me Master?" Ivory suddenly said.
"When you're worthy of being called it," The Vampire said as he tucked the loose silver hair behind Ivory's ears.
"Am I still not qualified to be your Master?"
"At least graduate from the academy."
"You mean, you did not call your past master 'Master', until she graduated?"
"I did."
"I see… Then I must still be weak in your eyes," Ivory furrowed her eyebrows, "Even after training a whole year for the basics, I still can't live up to your expectations… I'm disappointed in myself."
