CLANG!!
CLANGS!!
The sound of two forks hitting a silver plate were heard in the royal dining room.
"I appreciate the meal," Aine spoke as he put down his fork on the white sheeted table.
'Why didn't he just say thank you instead of appreciate? That calm look on his face is starting to irritate me,' Rosette thought.
"Was it to your liking?" Rosette put her fork on the table.
"Like always," the voice still sounded empty.
"Should I prepare hot water for your bath?" Rosette asked as she stood up from the seat she was on next to her master, Aine.
"I would appreciate that - - - Rose."
BA-DUMP!!
"What is this?" she spoke in a soft tone in order to fool Aine but--in his newly evolved form - - it was unthinkable.
'That feeling just now,' she pondered a bit.
He sometimes called her Rose even when they were ten years old, but never would she think that the nickname would affect her mentally.
"I'll be in my room waiting - - - Rosette," as Aine was walking out of the dining room heading to his room, she snapped out of her stupor.
"Oh!! I prepared your water beforehand master," she ran towards the kitchen and removed the kettle having hot water.
'I had forgotten about that ability,' he thought.
"Is it due to your---" Aine spoke but she interrupted him.
"Future Predict."
"I had forgotten about it," Aine spoke while holding his head.
"All it is - - - is a dreaded curse," she spoke while looking at the floor.
' The ability to predict worthy events - - or precisely important events.'
It was how she kept on surviving one death battle after another against both Zerin and The Empire.
"And at the same time it is my all so powerful gift," a malicious intent leaked out of her body as she had an urge to fight.
"Rosette - - can we step into the forest."
A worthy opponent was before him.
"Yes---it would be my pleasure - - - my master," she smiled viciously.