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  As Sebas walked into the manor, Solution greeted him. Her tone was chipper, until she spotted the thing in his arms. Truly, sometimes she wondered if he was really the head of the battle maids.

  “Greetings Sebas,” she paused after seeing what was in his arms, “what is that?” she asked, unsure of why he would bring a human to their home, however temporary.

  Sebas looked at her as if she was a small child, unsure of what he was holding. He spoke, his tone strict, yet calm. His demands were simple, yet a bit strange.

  “I need you to access this young girl’s health. Then, after that, heal her if possible. Am I clear?” he asked, his tone having hardened.

  “Yes, it is clear. Yet I have to ask, why have you brought this human here? Why must I use the precious scrolls that our mistress gifted to us?” she asked, her own tone more confused than anything.

  “For one thing, saving someone in trouble is always the right thing to do. That is what my creator has said in the past, and I have decided to act on his principle,” he said, “also, I believe that the use of a single scroll is hardly waste. We have multiple of them after all,” he said, his tone slightly humous now.

  Solution nodded her head. That was a good enough reason for her to do so. After all, if it was the words of a supreme being, then it made sense. It made sense that he acted on those words.

  The group of three then made their way to one of the spare rooms, and opened the door. Sebas gently pced the girl upon the bed, and the bnket that he had wrapped her in fell away. This left them looking at a small, scraggly girl that brought to mind images of malnutrition.

  Sebas raised a brow at the sight, and felt his blood boil at the thought that others could do this. Of course, he wasn’t at all blind to the actions of his kindred. It was a matter of fact that he saw such things in the tomb happen. They were a country of monsters, in effect.

  Yet, they were created to do such things. The people of this world weren’t. it was sickening, that’s what it was. Though, he was fairly sure that he was one of the only ones in the tomb that felt the way.

  He then left the room and let Solution appraise the girl. Her skills in such things stemming from here levels in stealth csses. He was unfit to do such things, after all. He waited there for but a moment, before she came from the room and into the brightly lit hallway.

  “Solution, what is her situation?” he asked, tone professional.

  “She has a fissured anus, several venereal deceases including syphilis. She has several broken ribs and broken bones in her hands and feet. Many of her tendons have been ripped. It also appears that she is addicted to some kind of drug,” she expined, her tone bnk as the look on her face.

  “Is she treatable?” Sebas asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Of course,” she replied.

  “Then please treat her,” Sebas said, noticing the look on her face he spoke, then draw her a hot bath, clean her up.”

  Solution scowled, and then spoke. Her tone was harsh, more annoyed than anything though. She didn’t want their cover to be blown. Now they had a leak, this girl.

  “Then what are we to do with her? Keep her for whatever activities you have pnned for her?” she asked, her tone loud.

  Sebas didn’t rise. His voice was calm, like a father that kept his mind calm, undeterred by the world around him. While it was good for Solution to see this from him, for it meant that he wasn’t compromised. It still was annoying that he was like this sometimes.

  “I pn on figuring that out when she has been healed, cleaned up, and wakes,” he expined, earning a nod from the battle maid.

  As she moved back into the room, she looked at the small and thin shape of the girl before her. It was strange to her, that he would choose to save this small and insignificant thing. She spoke, as if talking to the girl. Her tone was pyful, as if she cared for the thing before her.

  “I would understand his thought process if he let me keep you. Yet, he isn’t,” she said, while grabbing the scroll from her inventory, and then forming plyers with one of her hands.

  A smile graced her face. This smile wasn’t one that would make a human happy, rather it would fill them with dread. It stretched from cheek to cheek, and filled the space with an unnerving feeling.

  “Though, I think I’ll py with you for a bit first,” she said, a ugh filling the room.

  …

  Warmth, that was the first thing that came to her mind. Warmth and softness, that was what she felt. It had been so long since she had felt such things, that she nearly forgot what they felt like. She opened her eyes, light spilled into her vision.

  It was bright, too bright, the light. She held up her hands to try and block it, a second passed, and she lowered her hands as her eyes adapted to the light. she looked around the unfamiliar room. Her mind fluttered with confusion and paranoia.

  She was in a warm, well-lit room. In that room, she y on a bed covered with cozy bnkets and clothed in clothes she never remembered putting on. She looked at herself. Her body that of a healthy girl, well as healthy as one could be without much food.

  It was then that the door opened. Her mind went into flight or fight mode as she watched the rather handsome man walk through the door. His back was straight, has chin partially hidden by a rather fetching beard. His clothes marked him as a butler. His hair was white, reminding her of an older gentleman.

  As she looked upon him, his eyes met hers. She flinched back and tried to hide herself under the sheets. Yet as she was halfway to hiding herself under the sheets, he spoke.

  “Oh, it appears you are awake,” he said, his tone calm and gentle, “I thought you would have woken by now, so I brought some stew for you to eat. You must be hungry.”

  He walked over to her bed. Her strides calm and non-threatening. It was like he was handling a child, or a baby bird with how delicately he handled the air about him. When he was next to her bed, he set down a wooden pte with side stew in it. The second she smelt it, she grabbed the spork and dug in.

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