I donned my best smile and bowed slightly while cupping my hands. I had to show respect to her after all. Just to be safe.
"Greetings, Senior Olne. It's a pleasure to meet you."
I said to her and she didn't even bat an eye. Then suddenly she hovered down like a dark angel. Her black robe fluttering in the wind.
She gracefully touched the ground, her hawk like eyes locked into me. I flinched a little as she walked slowly towards me. She was a little shorter than me, but still tall for a woman. Maybe because she's a dark elf?
Then, she started walking around me. Taking in every detail of my black and gold garb. I specifically wore this to fool others by being a pompous young master of some renowned clan or family.
Once she was done ogling at me. I showed her a wry smile and said" Anything wrong? Senior Olne?".
Olne only smirked at me. Then turned around and floated to the ship. Once she was up there. She turned to me "Get in."
I shrugged, then flew up and entered the ship behind her.
The ship was big with many rooms. Every room has its own amenities. Everything was meticulously decorated. With paintings of valleys, rivers and mountains with dragons and phoenixes and other magical creatures decorating the walls.
"Senior Olne must love this ship! The amount of care to every detail here is astonishing!" I tried to suck up to her. Only for her to just give me a side long glance. I can see a little smile adore her lovely face.
"Of course. It was gifted to me by the mistress. Do you not have one?" Olne said as we stopped next to a room close to the Captain's room.
"I'm afraid not. I would love to have one. Can you tell the mistress to gift me one too?" I shamelessly said with a smirk.
Olne wryly smiled "You're shameless, aren't you? I'm surprised you don't have one yet. Given how you're her favorite…".
'Am I? That's good…'
"I'm only joking, of course. The mistress have given me so much. I'm just afraid I won't be able to repay her for all she has done for me…" I wryly smiled.
"That's good. Laura warned me about you. How you're a shameless, perverted and a scoundrel, too. You're not half bad. And your cultivation is much higher than your peers. I can see why the mistress favors you so." Olne said as she gestured for me to enter the room.
"I'll be in my room if you need anything." Olne said as she turned around.
"Wait! I need to talk to you."-Jason.
Olne sighed. But she turned back to me."What is it?"
"You won't just drop me there and leave,, right? I would be like a fish outta water."
Olne stared at me coldly. "What if I did?"
"I would literally die! You need to guard me there. If not for me, then for the mistress. You wouldn't want her to worry about me, no?" I tried to hold back my mischievous smile. Only for Olne to stare me blankly.
"Fine. It was my plan from the beginning anyways. You will be safe there, you have my word." Olne said as she tried to leave again. But I caught her sleeve.
"Can I ask a favor too? Can you stay by my side at all times? I have to put on an act over there. And you by my side would seal the deal."-Jason.
Olne stared at my hand holding her sleeve. I took it away once I felt her become uncomfortable.
"Sure, why not. I might as well spoon feed you there as well? Maybe tuck you in as you sleep? Olne glared at me. To which I gulped nervously.
"Senior Olne jests! Just staying by my side would be enough. Please?" I cupped my hands pleadingly.
Olne sighed again. Then nodded in confirmation. I smiled widely at her.
"Senior Olne is magnanimous!" As I said that, Olne flicked my forehead. Making me hurl inside the room unto the bed.
"You talk too much." Olne said as she closed the door behind her.
Damn that hurt! At least it wasn't a gut punch…
At least she isn't as unreasonable as Laura.
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The room, nestled within the serene and prestigious Shadowheart Sect known for its remarkable disciples, exudes an air of refined elegance and tranquility, tailored for a girl of esteemed status and exceptional talent. As one steps through the ancient, ornately carved wooden door, they are greeted by a spacious chamber bathed in the soft, golden glow of crystal orbs floating gently in mid-air, casting a warm, inviting light that highlights the room's exquisite features.
The centerpiece is a large, intricately carved rosewood bed draped with silken sheets the color of the palest dawn and plush pillows embroidered with phoenix feathers, symbolizing rebirth and immortality. Beside the bed, a delicate jade nightstand holds an ancient scroll depicting the sect's most sacred cultivation techniques, a testament to the girl's prestigious standing within the sect.
Across the room, a wide, floor-to-ceiling window offers a breathtaking view of the sect's lush gardens, with a crystal-clear stream winding through them. The window is framed by long, flowing curtains made of the finest silk, dyed in shades of soft pink and lavender, which dance lightly in the breeze.
To one side, a polished rosewood desk is meticulously arranged with scrolls, brushes, and inkstones, ready for the girl to transcribe her insights on cultivation or compose poetry inspired by her spiritual journey. Above the desk, shelves filled with rare tomes and artifacts collected from various realms, showcasing her achievements and the high expectations placed upon her.
A corner of the room is dedicated to a small, but elegant tea area with a low table surrounded by cushions on the floor, where the girl can entertain guests or spend quiet moments in reflection. The table is set with a porcelain tea set, painted with scenes of mythical beasts and legendary cultivators, waiting to be used during moments of leisure or deep discussion.
The sect master entered to find Sarah sitting in the lotus position on her cultivation cushion. The cushion was velvety red in color. Made of the finest silk and stuffed with phoenix feathers.
Sarah wore a plain black robe, and her beautiful face that would topple empires was covered by a thick black veil. I contrast to the bright colors and ambience in the room. Sarah stood like a sore thumb.
The sect master only sighed at her disciple's clothing of choice. Just because you cultivate Darkness laws, doesn't mean you have to be so… so… gothic!
"Sarah, sweet Sarah. The guests have arrived. I assume you're ready?" The sect master melodious and soft voice reached Sarah. Who only looked up and nodded.
"Well then! Let's go meet your future master!".