(Arata)
The girl wore a black uniform, and her dark hair was held back by a white ribbon. She must have been around my age as she wheeled in my luggage and stacked it against the wall before turning to face me.
"Hello! Ma'am. I am Asbela. I will be at your service whenever you need me," she offered her services with a pleasant smile, placing her hand on her heart.
With a medium stature and a round face, she carried a friendly vibe. The smile she carried touched her caramel-shaded eyes.
"Hi! Asbela. Arata will be fine. No need for formalities." I returned her smile, sliding down from the comfortable bed and walking over to her.
"Noted, but master may not like this idea."
I turned to face the poor girl who was forced to call him, MASTER. I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and said with a wink.
"I will handle your master. Don't worry."
She pursed her lips hard and I could see the smile she was trying to suppress.
