Saga of Atlantis

Chapter 144: Home

"I have come to take you home, Master," Sarah said, bowing a little in front of me.

"Huh?" I looked at Duke Morton, who let out a startled voice as he took a step back.

"???"

I tilted my head in confusion as I looked at him.

What’s with him?

"Duke Morton," Sarah then looked at him with clod piercing eyes, "please only contact Master Eden if it’s absolutely necessary."

"W-why should I listen to you?" He stuttered a little, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "He is my son."

"It’s Lady Stephanie’s order. If you have any problem with it, please contact her. I am merely conveying her message," Sarah replied as she moved closer towards me.

He immediately shut his mouth as he heard my mother’s name.

He wasn’t even trying to say anything to Sarah as well.

It felt like he was... Afraid of something or someone.

"Are you alright, Master?" she asked as she checked my body.

"Oye." I immediately moved back as she tried to touch my body.

I haven’t forgotten about what happened that night.

And even though I didn’t want it to happen like this, I can’t help but be conscious of her behavior.

I can’t see her as just a cold and workaholic maid.

She is a woman, and to top it off, she is a MILF.

I like them big but not when it’s from my mother like figure.

Fuck I hate this.

"Come closer," she said, masking her emotions behind her cold facade as she showed me the keys for the handcuffs.

"....."

Without saying anything, I moved closer to her as she unlocked the handcuffs.

"Can you tell me how I’m getting out of here without any problems?" I asked, massaging my wrists as I looked at Sarah.

"Lady Stephanie asked for a favor," she said, glancing at Duke Morton one last time before she started to move out.

"A favor from whom?" I asked, following her and ignoring Duke Morton.

"From the queen," she replied, taking me by surprise. "The queen has wanted to talk with your mother for a while now, but Lady Stephanie was ignoring her. However, she exchanged your early freedom with a meeting with her. Apparently, Lady Stephanie couldn’t wait any longer to see you."

"Is that so?" I replied as we moved outside the campsites towards the temporary teleportation portal, it’s still late in the night but many people were awake.

As soon as we stepped out, I noticed a black-haired man standing in front of us, his dark red eyes glaring at me.

"What’s up, Uncle Archer," I asked, smirking a little to provoke him.

"It’s a shame you’re running away, Eden," he said, moving closer. "I would have liked to talk more with you."

"You have a daughter, remember? Talk with her first," I retorted, not backing down as he stood in front of me.

"Grace can take care of herself. Don’t worry about her," he replied, meeting my gaze.

"You know I’m worried about her just because you’re a terrible father. I’m merely trying to fill your role," I shot back without flinching.

"Have you forgotten what you did, Eden? You’ve already humiliated her once, remember?" he accused.

I remained silent, choosing not to answer.

"We will meet again, Eden. I hope you live a happy life until then," he said before turning to leave.

"What an asshole," I grumbled, watching his departing figure.

"Just so you know, Master, you’ll also be coming with us to meet with the queen," Sarah informed me as she started to move again.

"And Eden," she added, her expression turning serious, "tomorrow morning, we’re going to have a sparring match. I want to see how strong you are right now."

"Fine by me," I replied, nodding in agreement. I was also curious about how long I can stand against her.

"Sarah, go make Eden’s bed," my mother instructed, turning to our maid as I began to make my way to my room.

"Yes, my lady," Sarah acknowledged, following me with quick steps.

Don’t look so happy, idiot maid.

As we walked towards my room, I couldn’t help but glance at the maid.

"Do you have something to say, Master?" she asked, noticing my gaze.

"Wait, I do have something. Why did you change from ’Young Master’ to ’Master’?" I asked curiously, now realizing that she had been calling me ’Master’ all this time.

"Aren’t you my master?" she asked, blinking her beautiful eyes.

"Yeah... I am, aren’t I?" I replied, feeling a bit awkward.

"So, don’t hold back if you have anything to ask."

"....."

Why do I feel like there’s a hidden meaning in her words?

I opened my room’s door, and we both entered.

I headed towards the closet, while Sarah moved towards the bed to change the bedsheet.

"Sarah."

"Yes?"

"Have you seen my white shirt?" I asked, not finding it in the closet.

"Oh, the one you wore last time?" she asked, while fixing the bedsheet.

"Yeah, that one."

"I have that shirt."

"....."

Should I ask what she’s doing with my shirt?

Damn it, I don’t want to hear her tell me what I’m imagining.

"They’re in my room after I washed them. Want me to get it for you?" she offered calmly.

".....No, I’ll wear something else," I replied, sacrificing my shirt to avoid any further awkwardness.

I took out the second-best shirt that I had and placed it on the bed, which was already set with the rest of my clothes. Then, I started to unbutton my shirt, but I immediately stopped when I felt a pair of curious eyes on my body.

"Something you need, Sarah?" I asked, halting my changing.

"Nothing," she replied.

"....."

"....."

We both looked into each other’s eyes.

"I’m going to take a bath," I said calmly.

"Is that an invite?" she asked, blinking innocently.

I stood there silently, not knowing how to reply. I didn’t know how to process this.

"I was kidding. Have a good night, Master," she said, and then she moved out of my room.

"Haha...." I laughed awkwardly as I watched her leaving my room.

But if you were kidding, why do you sound disappointed...?