"Click Clack."
"Click Clack."
"Click Clack."
In a white and black room, a bed, a small table, two chairs facing each other, and a bookshelf, were two people seated and one standing behind one of them.
"So, have you decided?"
"Hmm."
"…"
"…"
"We are not going anywhere with this silence…"
"Hmm."
"…"
"…"
"Sigh. When you are ready to speak, call me. I don't have patience to wait for you and I don't want to waste time with this nonsense."
Just when Rosella stands up and turned around to leave the room…
"Wait! I'm sorry, my mind was on other things."
"Oh? Daydreaming in front of Master, I see…" the sarcasm coming from behind them was so obvious that Ashton flinched and blushed in shame.
He was daydreaming, remembering their conversation.
<<<<<< Flashback >>>>>
"So, Sir Ashton. You would like to become strong with magic or with physical strength?"
