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For what felt like an eternity, the young master and I shared countless moments together, creating a bond that transcended the typical master-servant dynamic.
The familiarity between us was so ingrained that I could practically predict his reactions.
"Young master, good morning!"
"Ana, how many times do I have to tell you to knock…!"
Recollections flooded my mind of the times when he would blush uncontrollably at my mere presence in his room.
It was a precious sight, one that I cherished as a testament to our close relationship.
"Young master, we will have fire mammoth stew today"
"Ah-yeah…"
The subtle change in his expression betrayed his preferences, especially when the food didn't meet his expectations.
Whenever I made something, the young master would be guaranteed to eat it.
