Arriving in the house where Angie was. I saw her standing next to the window while wearing a dress unlike she usually wears. Her hair was tied to a braided bun and her hands were behind her hand. I stared at my loyal servant who I still feel like I didn't deserve her at all.
Perhaps she noticed my stare. She turned around with her figure shone by the light. She walked to me slowly and then gave me a peck on the cheek as if natural. She smelled wonderful and awfully I began to think of the days she served me.
"You've come. How was the trip?"
"It's fine, Master. You've… changed so much, my master."
"Is that so?"
She eyed me as if she was going to devour me whole.
Angie makes me weak. But at the same time I was fond of her even more than Carwyn.
She smiled as if she knew what was going in my head. She spread her arms and smiled so sweetly.
"Young master, Angie has missed you."
I couldn't resist hugging her. I wrapped my arms around her and leaned my face on her sweet-smelling shoulder. I basked in her warmth and recalled the day where she smiled warmly at me and told me that it was going to be fine. That she was somewhat glad to meet a bastard like me.
"Are you okay, master?"
"Have I told you that I cherish you?"
"W-what?"
"Don't move."
I held long enough. Her slender back that was supple. Her well-cared skin. I made sure to enjoy her warmth. She seems unable to comprehend me. How could she know that her death plagues me?
"Angie, I aim to defeat a red dragon in honor of my family."
"A dragon… Milord are you sure about that?"
"I am not. A dragon is immune to prana and their scales are… harder than steel."
"So the equipment that I carry is."
"Meant to kill a dragon."
She paused and bit her low lip gently.
"That's…"
"I know it's reckless."
"My master."
I know it's reckless, I told her. But it was my duty and I was bound to do it. My soul was screaming and all my thoughts had been nothing but the defeat of the dragon. Anger was a great motivator. I was being reckless to this second chance that the wraith had given me, but I need to do this.
Angie took a step back while inspecting me with her eyes. How could this woman be so beautiful? The way she moves. The way she behaves herself was maddening to a man who had been holding back. The worst part was that she had the same behavior as she had done even in that other time. Angie's mind was rather twisted. Even Micah had commented that perhaps she was already broken when I had her that serving me for life was her reason. A sad reason. Serving scum like me instead of finding a better life. My stomach twisted, but the greed in my heart wanted her.
I sat on the sofa of the house with her. She placed the equipment that she carried and handed me the note from Micah which contained the instructions he had given. The items were one of the treasures of the Ortiz Family. To carry it here means that I was willing to bet my life on the successful slaughter of the damn dragon.
"This is all that I carried my master."
"Thank you for taking care of this matter. Are you going to leave so soon?"
She stopped and stared at the back of my hand. "Master, I would like to serve you. And it has been long since Master has given me his grace."
She stared at me while heavily breathing. I tried to control myself but she moved towards me as if preying on me. She touched me and inspected my appearance as if she was jeweler examining a precious gem. I was far different when she served me. She was rather eager to test me and her eyes told me that she wanted to. I remember that when we made love. She would have to adjust herself. Since she was always on top because of my impossible weight. She naturally mounted me and started to rub her hands all over my torso as if she was a maniac who had found a pretty girl.
"Master… you really have change. I… please grace me again."
Back then it was me who demanded it all the time. Sometimes I would invite the maids who worked as a team in order to pleasure me. I was struggling to lift myself back then and yet I could probably carry her with one hand now. Angie's been patient. She had served a monster who wasn't worth serving. To others the act of serving my former self was a form of torture to the mind. And yet I probably look far better now. She was willing to do it when I was like a fat pig. And I think that now that I look like a normal human being. She would be far more eager.
"Are you sure?"
"I am. Please, my lord. I wish to have your grace."
I couldn't hold myself back seeing her reactions. I carried her to the bed and started untying the laces of her dress. It didn't take long for me to lose all reason and once I was done with her, hours had passed. I had a lot of scratches and I was covered by Angie's sweat. I could probably endure more hours but Angie had reached her limits. I felt awfully refresh. I craved for more but I held down the desire.
"Master?"
"Just sleep for now."
I caressed her head. Angie stared at me with half-opened eyes before going back to sleep.
Greed was flowing in me and utterly helpless thoughts were indeed tempting me to go back my ways. It was so easy to do, but the thought of the pain and the chance given to me was like a constant reminded that this was a second chance at life.