"Undressing his Master"

As Ivory's head rested on Sigmund's broad shoulder, he could still feel her fever, and it seemed like she'd get a cold, too. While staring at his Master, Sigmund wondered if she did some kind of Conversion Magic because she was soaking wet when he pulled out of the dried-up fountain. Maybe she didn't realize what she did and might not even know that she had another kind of mana within her. Or maybe she unleashed and accidentally used her locked mana in desperation. He still didn't know. Then his train of thoughts was disrupted when the coachman called him.

"We're still far from her home! There's still a forest we need to pass through, and then Megalia City. Then inside the forest at the West of it is Greensteid Town!" Ebleu shouted. Like Sigmund, Ebleu was also nervous while he drove the carriage as fast as he could.

"Damn! That's too far! Is there any shelter around?" Sigmund was looking at their surroundings, but they were in a forest full of pine trees.

"I know someone living around here! A good friend of mine! I could ask him to lend us some clothes for Miss Ivory!"

Ebleu turned the carriage to a sharp corner. Some small cabins were found scattered within the forests, and they stopped in front of one of them. An old man, who was inside sitting on his wooden rocking chair reading a news scroll, glanced outside the window. Upon hearing the neigh of the horses and seeing Ebleu, he quickly ran out to greet him.

"Ebleu! It's good to see you again," he then caught a glimpse of Sigmund and Ivory behind his friend, "Who…?"

"They're Sir Lucius Goldwine's friends," Ebleu responded. "The woman has a fever. Do you have anything for her to change into?"

"Yes, yes, but please get inside, first," the old man noticed the soaking wet woman carried by Sigmund as he waited for them, while Ebleu parked the carriage beside his cabin.

The Servant then carried his Master into a small room, and she was laid on the bed, trembling.

The old man handed Sigmund a plain white, long-sleeved, cotton nightdress, "This was my daughter's. I hope it fits her." He also gave him a bath towel, "You should change her clothes immediately. I'll just gather some firewood outside, so you can warm her in front of the fireplace." Before Sigmund could even speak, the man hurriedly got out of the room.

'How the hell will I change her clothes?' Sigmund furrowed his eyebrows. He would like another woman to change his Master's clothes since it is definitely inappropriate for a man like him to do it. They haven't even done a Contract Ritual, so he wasn't officially her Servant yet.

"Hey, stupid woman," he shook her arms, trying to wake her up. "Wake up and change your own clothes!"

But, Ivory just groaned. He placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature again, and it seemed like the fever had not yet subsided. Sigmund sighed, thinking about how to undress his Master.

He eventually sat beside her sick body, then unwrapped the server's shirt first before he unbuttoned the plain brown blouse she was wearing, exposing her light skin. He gulped as he continued taking off her top carefully. His hands then reached for her long gartered skirt and pulled it off so carefully to not to wake her up.

Sigmund felt his ears turned red and warm upon seeing his Master's matching undergarments complementing her light complexion. He lifted her torso and as if embracing her, he unhooked her bra feeling her mounds against his skin. He gently laid her back on the bed, finally removing her undies.

He wiped her with the towel from head to toe and as he did, he saw where her birthmark of Destinia was. On her upper inner thigh, an inch size mark with the shape of a harp was imprinted on her skin. The Servant leaned forward and his gaze became more steady as he got more curious about it. His heartbeat throbbed so fast as if the birthmark was calling him. He touched it and felt his Master's mana through the tip of his finger and through his veins. But he noticed that the mana quality had returned to its bad state, unlike the strong one he felt when they were at Madame Priscilla's mansion.

The touching continued as it slowly turned to caressing his Master's soft skin. The mana's power was so inviting he wasn't able to notice that Ivory was already moaning. He quickly got his hands off her when he heard the footsteps just outside the bedroom and quickly grabbed the nightdress to dress her up.

The old man came back and directly lit the fireplace with the firewood he had gathered. He called over Sigmund after everything's ready, carrying Ivory towards it. He carefully placed her down the wooden floor, letting her sit in between her legs and her face directly resting on his bare chest. He embraced his Master from behind to warm her.

Sigmund could feel that she's not trembling anymore and that her fever had gone down after touching her forehead. He mused about the unknown kind of mana and the magic technique that she might have used that drained his Master's energy, so she needed to rest more.

The Servant gazed at the fragile woman he was hugging from behind. Her waist-long, silver hair had almost dried, and she was in deep sleep. Seeing his weak Master, he wondered if a Contract Ritual would help, but he still wanted to be sure. Throughout that moment, he continued to give her warmth while also thinking of a solution.

When Ivory woke up, she was still dizzy, but she was already feeling a bit better as her fever's not that high anymore. She realized it was already nighttime and that she was already in her home in Greensteid Town, but she couldn't remember anything apart from what happened in Madame Priscilla's mansion.

Her mother Anne came inside the room, bringing a cup of warm licorice root tea. "Ivory, how are you feeling?" she sat on the bed, "I prepared licorice root for you. Here."

She handed over the cup of warm tea to her and Ivory replied, "Thank you, mother." Ivory realized that Sigmund wasn't around. "Uhm, mother, have you seen... my friend?"

"Ah, the young man who brought you here? He left as soon as he brought you in."

"He… left?" Ivory almost spilled the tea, staring blankly at the ripples of it.

She knew that her Servant disliked her mana quality very much. He might also dislike the place where she lived or perhaps, he disliked her in general. After all, he had always wished to be rich, and he might have been disappointed that his current Master was just a country bumpkin.

'Ah…. Sigmund returned to Madame Priscilla,' thought Ivory.

And with that thought, she felt her fever acting up again.