Mmm?... It's already morning?
I don't feel like working today.
I mutter in my mind while trying to get up from my bed.
... Hmm?
I can't get up.
I slowly open my eye.
This- this- this is not my bed!
Why can't I get out! Somebody help me!
I quickly look around in panic.
... This is not a bed in the first place!
"Awwuuu..." I breath out a sigh of relief as I look at the 'chains' holding me down.
Yup. It's Miss alright.
I was scared for nothing.
"Oh, are you awake, Latifa?" Miss notices my opened eye.
I nod while yawning.
Miss smiles at me and says.
"Congratulations, Latifa. You are a Cultivator now."
......
... Eh?
What? Why would I be- How?
Seeing my confused expression Miss says to me.
"This Miss will teach you some combat techniques, so the other servants won't dare to bully you anymore!"
Ehh? You still didn't tell me how I became a Cultivator?!
In the first place, how could that be possible? I remember that them testing my spirit after buying me from the Slave House.
They said that I have Grade 1 Spirit which is useless and I will never have a chance to become a Cultivator!
"Gunu... Latifa doesn't believe this Miss again..." Miss says with an almost crying face.
"Awu! Awu! Awu!!" I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I believe you!! Therefore, stop looking at me like that!
You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
The corners of Miss's eyes starts becoming watery.
Miss, stop it! Stop it or I won't be able to hold myself back!
Aaaa...!
*Pats*
I did it...
I look at my hand on top of Miss's head and smile wryly.
This... is not good, right? But... I can't stop...
The soft, smooth and silky hair is just too pleasant to touch!
"Mmm..." The sad expression on Miss's face is quickly replaced with an expression of... satisfaction?
Uuu... Latifa is a bad servant. I won't be able to become a splendid maid like Sophia at this rate.
After patting Miss for about 20 minutes she says, "Close your eye, and concentrate on the blood flow in your hands."
I take my hand off Miss's head and do as she said.
I put my hands before me and close my eyes.
I try to concentrate on the flow of my blood.
After five minutes of no success, I start feeling a liquid moving inside my hands.
It's warm.
I can feel it speed up with every beat of my heart.
"Can you feel it?" Miss asks.
I nod while trying not to lose this feeling.
"Now, try to imagine a substance flowing together with the blood in harmony."
A substance?
What substance?
Water? No...
I have a feeling that it's not Water.
Huh? How do I know?
But... Somehow I'm certain that it's not Water.
If it's not Water... then what?