Hello everyone! This is Dame Goth Elle.
(Writer note: I 'm sorry I really love her name, some times when I spell it my tounge slip and what I say become 'God d*mn Elle!', haha... Reaaaally good name for cursing. Piece✌😁).
Well I'm working right now at office as ussual. The thing that is not ussual today is that 'FILTHY thing' with beard over there!!
I mean.... THAT unussual guest who sit at the sofa and--which is not even a furniture--didn't move an inch over there.
"Hhh... Head magician!"
"Please call me Roger."
Oh.. Gosh! I really want to slap him in the face!
No, no, no... It was my fault he became like this. Let's be nice!
I'm holding my self to not cursing him any further because he already cursed.
"Huuuhhhh... Could you please, stop watching me like that?!?"
"I'm not watching you. I'm only seeing your eyes."
"THAT'S even worst!" I snap.
If you asking why did he, in here? Well I already try to avoid him. He try to come through the door because I forbide him to come and not to used his spell without my consent. Yet, he is really powerful and I can't close the door. So, he can come in.
"Can you stop?!? I need to consentrate here! I am working."
"I'm sorry. I can't do that. Your eyes is too beautiful. I can't over turn my gaze from them."
'OK! That's too much!'
"Aaaamyyy!!!"
"Yes, my lord?"
"Call for his apprentist now!!! And drag him back to the tower!!!"
"Yes! Right away my lord!"
Yes. That's just one of my story with the Sorcerer, the Head of the tower.
I still believe my guts that he is his majesty's spy. He is here to patronized my work. Maybe this love potion thing just an act? Who knows? At least his apprentist still can drag him out of my sight.
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