"Ah… Ah, young mistress…"
I called for her and offered my help, living years through lives of otherwise uninteresting individuals.
But it was fine.
My mind was solely focused on that girl whose name I didn't even know.
Where did she come from?
Why did I never met her before?
Could she be the one I waited for all those years?
"Heh… hehe…"
Holding that hope, I swore in my heart to serve her until my last breath.
"..."
But once again, I was disappointed.
When I finally got her name and room from the other servants, all I found was an unrecognizable corpse. The skin had melted and was dripping on the floor and the flesh had a color, taste and smell I never encountered even with the most maggot infested meats I had.
"Did she die… just like that?"
My new god. My first love. Dead from a mere poisoning she could have easily avoided. Once again, my disappointment was great.
"Hm?"
