A new day and a new chance at life.

Everything looks so pleasant to me.

I breathe in the fresh air and take in the magnificent scenery held before me. This mansion sure is located in a beautiful grassy field. Ofcourse that doesn’t make it special. What makes it special is the forest on my right side and water on the left.

Truly a sight to behold.

Since I have been taken in as an apprentice, my master has told me to relax because as per him I look weak and tired.

He is a good and considerate person who always talk politely, if he ever talks that is. It is Vicar, the white haired man, with whom I talked the most. He is also the one who scares me the most. Some topics are off limits when talking to Vicar especially his daughter. Unless he starts talking about her, then I just have to listen without giving any of my own opinion.

From him I found out that there is another family who also lives here and they will be back shortly. Some members of the family are already here. When I told Vicar that I searched the whole house but didn’t encounter anyone. Vicar just shrugged and said than they must be out as well.

It also turns out that there is town near here but there is nobody to take me there.

Moreover the one person whom I searched for the most, still remains hidden. I searched the whole mansion many times but remain unsuccessful in finding the girl I met on the first night

I would have thought that I imagined her if Vicar hadn’t confirmed her existence but I couldn’t get more information on her because Vicar never tells me any detail about her other than how good of a child his daughter is and how much he dotes on her.

After 4 days of an unsuccessful search I finally gave up and decided to relax until my lessons of whatever master wants to teach me.

What could master possibly teach me? I haven’t even seen him do anything since I got here. He just stays in his library. Atleast that suggest that he is an intellect.

While thinking of master I unconsciously walked towards the back of the mansion where the library window is located and most probably my master in it.

But fortune favored me and instead I found the one I was searching for all this while.

Oh! How beautiful she looks peacefully lying on the grass with her hands folded behind her head as a pillow and looking dreamily at the mansion. This time her hair appears a shade of dark green and her eyes match her hair. It should bother me how her hair and eyes change color but it doesn’t and I don’t know why. All I can think of is that how perfectly they suit her.

Seeing her again brings joy inside my heart. I myself don’t know why I am so happy and attracted to her? I have just met the girl once yet somehow she has a control over my heart and mind.

I check myself to see if I am presentable, then head towards her to have a conversation. After approaching her I say to her in a cheery voice, “Hey.”

However she pays no attention to me. At first I thought that she is lost in her thoughts but upon tracing her line of sight I find that she is staring at the library window. More precisely the person inside the library window. It is my Master, Zaif, who looks totally eye-catching sitting straight in his chair with his eyes close, perhaps sleeping.

Feelings of jealousy rise up inside me upon seeing her pay attention like that to him and also from the fact that how beautifully elegant my master seems. Why did he have to be so handsome? Couldn’t he just be adequately good looking?

I suppress my rising jealousy and step in her line of sight.

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“Hey! What are you doing?” I say to her.

“Move.” She replies forcefully with squinted eyes. From the tone of her voice which was sweet yet strict, I could tell that she did not like my move. However I have to say she looks cute even when she is angry.

“Oh! Sorry.” I apologize feigning surprise and step aside.

Seeing her not trying to engage in further conversation, I decide to take the initiative.

“Why are you staring at my sleeping master?” I ask her with a laugh to cover up my jealous tone.

“He is not sleeping.” She replies curtly yet sweetly.

“Then why are his eyes closed. It’s not like he was blinking and forgot to open his eyes.” I argue back while trying to joke about it.

But it was not well received as she gives me a dirty look, “Don’t talk like that about him.”

As she spoke, her dirty look change to thinking and she says, “It might be possible that you are right.”

“I know I am. What could he be doing other than sleeping afterall he was kind enough to have given me his room. He might really like the library to be staying there full time.” I tell her.

“I did not say you were right about that. I meant you might be right about the blinking thing.” She says to me.

I laugh at her joke.

However she looks at me like I am an idiot.

“You are joking right?” I ask her while stifling my laughter.

She ignores me and goes back to dreamily look at my teacher which once again makes me jealous. No. I will not be jealous of the person who provided me home, even gave me his room and is willing to make me his apprentice.

I take a deep breath and calm myself. I once again look at the teacher who look to me like he is sleeping.

“No matter how I see, he still looks to me like he is sleeping.” I once again argue back.

Hearing me, she rolls her eyes but then I saw her dark green eyes shine for a moment. I think I imagine it as it just might be the reflection of sun light.

“You might be right….Hmm! You know what would make this fun.” She says sweetly while getting up.

“What?” I ask promptly. I did not want to miss the chance to connect with her.

“A bet.” She suggests.

Honestly, I do not like bets that much but I want to impress her. So I say while laughing cheerily, “Ofcourse. Afterall bet makes everything exciting.”

I don’t like excitement that much either.

“But what should we bet about?” She asks sweetly while looking at me with her big innocent eyes.

I become flabbergasted at first but I recover fast. This might be the only chance I get to impress her. So I can’t be too demanding.

“How about if I win you take me to a tour of the town.” I suggest.

“Oh! That’s good. But what should I ask. I cannot ask you to give me a tour. Can I? So what can I possibly ask of you?” She asks innocently while thinking hard. She looks really pretty.

I chuckle, then I suggest, “How about this? If you win you can ask anything from me.”

“Hmm!...” She thinks and says, “So, if I win you will owe me a favor. Anything I ask you to do. An Unconditional favor. Deal.”

“Deal.” I agree promptly and forward my hand.

“Good.” She says and shake my hand. Her hand is so soft like I would break it if I use any strength.

“Now how do we find out who is right?” I ask her. I wanted to win the bet. The faster the better.

“Just go ask them.” She says.

“Them who?”

“My dad or your master or any other person in the house. They will tell us.” She says while walking towards the entrance of the mansion.

“Right. But I was never able to find anyone else in there.” I mutter to myself.

After realizing she has gone a long way, I run to catch up to her.

“Hey! You never did tell me your name.”

“Why should I?” She asks me sweetly. That’s a weird question.

“Umm! Because you said you would if I survived the meeting that day.” I answer her.

She thinks before sweetly replying, “I did say that. So I will tell you… My name is Abigail.”

“Abigail. Beautiful name.” I compliment her genuinely. I really like her name as well.

“Yes it is. But you may call me Queen.” She sweetly says back to me as if she is ordering me.

I treat it as a joke between new formed friends and reply while bowing a little, “As you wish my Queen.”

Hearing me, she nods happily as her neck straightens with, what I can only call, pride.

Hope I am not spoiling her.

Bah! She deserves it.