Now that she was seeing his face clearly, his handsomeness couldn't be hidden. With a proportional face and mesmerizing red eyes, his long silver hair draped on his back and sculpted body.
The first thing that comes to mind when one thinks of a god.
She understood that if she was to work for this man then controlling herself would be next to impossible. All her life she worked to survive and didn't have time to search for love. Neither did anyone find her attractive enough to even try talking to her.
Talking about attraction and face, she started touching and feeling her skin. The harshness and scarring from before vanished. Touching her forehead she felt tender skin instead of the dead texture she felt before.
She opened her mouth and tried to speak but what came were only incoherent moans and even coughs.
-Calm down, you need to get used to your new body.
-As you were before, with that damaged body, both internally and externally. You didn't fit my criteria for an assistant so I remodeled your body to my taste.
Hearing those words made her somewhat embarrassed since this was the first time someone looked at her and complimented her appearance.
Standing up, the man looked at her for a second and then spoke:
-You will have to work hard and feel a lot more pain to be able to serve me in the future. So wash up and come to the main room.
Looking at his back while he was exiting the room reminded her of the past. The moment that started her suffering. When the director of the orphanage told her she was unable to continue staying. His voice was cold, tinged with arrogance.
That moment was the start of her life of misery and hunger. With barely 4 hours of sleep, she had to work so she would not starve. At the start, meditation required a lot of nutrition, since the body was rebuilding itself. If one would not able to afford that then dying midway into the process was a guarantee.
She couldn't afford to buy the technique that taught her how to meditate, the most basic one. There were people who were born with the inherent ability to meditate on their own. Those were deemed geniuses, she was not one of them. A normal elf, the average.
An average being with the average need for food and sleep. An average living being that was being worked to death.
Looking around the room she couldn't see any door opening. Where was she supposed to wash? Was he making fun of her?
Asking those questions won't help her now. She stood up and tried to walk. The first attempt resulted in her almost slipping and tripping. But she held on, continuing to wobbly walk she paced in the room and searched for a way into the bathroom.
She noticed a glass on the table. It had round edges and was small enough to fit into her hand. The glass had different kinds of text written on it.
She found the word bathroom written in the elven language and pressed the red button next to it. The wall slid open and a room with dark grey walls showed herself.
She stepped into the room and saw a basin full of water and some recipients next to it.
...
I wonder if making her figure out how to use the bathroom was a good idea. Well, it doesn't matter now.
In the meantime, I was trying to make a piece of machinery similar to an earbud.
We had spells that dealt with communication but they were very basic in utilities and could be blocked very easily. However, making a communication system that was more dependent on a tool than a spell was more versatile.
While I was deciding on the design of the earbud I heard footsteps coming.
Turning my eyes from the screen I could see the woman who will become my servant. She was clothed in a white one-piece dress and had a pair of basic shoes on her feet.
-Remind me to make you some more diverse clothes.
The white dress I made was only a test of the capabilities of a 1 000 ES being.
She looked at her dress and then again at me. Shook her head and tried to talk.
-I...am...okay.N-o...chan.ge
I raised my eyebrows as I approached her and started inspecting her throat using magic. She had a healthy set of vocal cords and her tongue was also alright. Does that mean her brain is the problem?
...
She was wondering why was this man touching her everywhere and even told her to open her mouth. He was silently studying her throat and mouth, then seemed to have realized something.
With a strong electric shock to the head she collapsed on the ground and almost passed out.
-Are you alright?
A voice was reaching from afar and her mouth reflexively moved.
-I...am not.
Suddenly a white mist covered her body and jolted her awake. Confused she looked around and found herself standing straight facing the man again.
-Now you should be able to speak clearly. Try it.
Even though confused she tried to speak again.
-My name is Syllia.
A bit surprised she started talking more and more, saying words and numbers, completely absorbed in her new voice.
-Alright, alright, now that we can communicate then let's get to the training.