The Faithful Servant

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As the woman entered the room, my eyes were drawn to her striking appearance. She had a sun-kissed complexion, which complemented her silver swirl eyes and short, silky black hair that fell in loose waves around her face.

Her pointed ears were a clear indication that she was not human.

She was dressed in an assassin-style black suit that fit her toned and well-balanced physique perfectly. The sleek fabric hugged her curves and accentuated her athletic build, giving her an air of confidence and poise.

Two deadly-looking daggers hung on either side of her hips, adding to her dangerous aura.

And of course, I immediately recognized who she was.

She slowly approached me and knelt before me with an emotionless expression and greeted me respectfully, "Master, Meira greets you."

I couldn't help but notice a change in her demeanor, and it piqued my interest.

"I see you've finally arrived, Meira," I said, a grin on my face.