In the void, pitch black where nothing could be seen, there were eyes—eyes that stared down, unblinking, silent. Nothing else. Just the eyes.
Knock knock
"Sir, may I come in?" a soft voice echoed from the maid standing at the entrance of the room where Boul was resting.
"Yes, come in," Boul replied casually.
The maid entered. She had brown hair and a beautiful figure, and Boul's gaze followed her, his eyes tracing her movements as she walked toward him. A slight slap on his own face quickly snapped him out of his trance.
"Ilmo yar camal baruur," he muttered to himself.
"Sir, I have a message from the lord. He said, 'Come. It's time.'" The maid stood still, her expression unwavering as she finished delivering her message.
Boul glanced at her, his face tinged with mild disappointment, though it wasn't serious.
"Okay, now leave. I want to change," he ordered.
"But sir, it is my duty to serve you!" she responded, her face a strange mix of seriousness and playful determination.
Boul raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "What's with that look?"
Without warning, he kicked her out of the room, swiftly closing the door behind her. Moments later, he opened it again, only to find the maid standing outside like a ghost, her face expressionless.
He jumped back in shock, then quickly told her, " to Get serious!"
They argued briefly before Boul finally trudged to the lord's office with an annoyed look on his face, complaining all the way.
When he entered, the lord, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork, smiled broadly upon seeing him, as though Boul was the greatest thing he'd ever laid eyes on.
Boul raised an eyebrow. "Why are you smiling like that? What's with that creepy look? And who is this 'creep' you sent me?"
Before he could get any more words out, a voice suddenly shouted from behind him. "I'm not a creep!"
Boul turned to see the maid standing there, looking dead serious. He sighed in exasperation.
"Just who is this Riwu? (Boriwud, Lord of the Mansion) "Ahem… sorry for the delay."
The lord smiled brightly. this is your personal assistant from this day forward!"
A stunned silence fell over the room as Boul stood there, his face incredulous. "What did you just say? Personal assistant?" He stepped closer to the lord, his eyes narrowing. "What do you mean by that?"
The lord ignored Boul's gaze, clearly unfazed by the outburst. They both ran around the room in a sort of chaotic, unspoken challenge, neither willing to give up. After a while, they both collapsed into the chairs, exhausted. Boul sighed deeply, "You win..." He leaned back in his chair, inhaling dramatically.
Just then, the door opened again. The lord's daughter, Seri, entered. The lord stood, his face lighting up. "Ah, my lovely daughter! You arrived just in time!."
Boul looked at her, struck by her beauty—her hair a striking mix of yellow and black, and eyes that appeared blue at first glance. However, on closer inspection, they had an almost snow-like white glow to them, which was difficult to ignore. Describing her beauty could take a whole day, and Boul muttered, "Wow..."
The lord caught Boul's gaze and cleared his throat loudly. Boul quickly realized he'd been staring and felt embarrassed. "Ahem… I mean, um…" His face flushed with a mild discomfort.
"Now that we're all here," the lord began, still smiling, "Let's begin our meeting."