His Master

"I should be the one apologizing, master!"

"......" hazel stared at the figure with mouth agape. The dark figure was not there any more but a small kid of five or six years was standing in its place.

But that was not the only thing that shocked her. What shocked her was…

The small boy had silver hair just like her with dark eyes that she had when she used magic. To her relief he still had a clear pupil and sclera but no matter how she saw him, his fair face, petite face and young look was just her copy.

He resembles her childhood look so much. If she did not know any better, she would have thought that he was her son.

The kid smiled as if he could see the shock in her eyes.

"Why? Did I not look like a handsome mistress?" he asked with a laugh that she blinked again.