The fairy lowered her head, clenching her fists. He didn't know how much she loathed the way how he spoke. She wanted to strangle him at the moment. However, she had a deal with Aurora; she lost it and now she had to give him what he came looking for without delay. She glared at him shooting daggers at his back. Stephan felt her murderous intent but forced himself to stay confident. No matter what his master made him go through, he always survived. Nothing would happen to him. He would be alright.
He spent the next few hours enjoying the bath; it was the only and first comfortable bath he ever had since he possessed a body that wasn't his own. A sense of nostalgia engulfed the air around him; he used to take long baths after he finished an event or a stream. It made him relax and think more clearly.
