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“Great!” Olga snapped back, throwing her hands in the air, “She’s mute and probably can’t even understand a word that I’m saying! Wow, what great hopes we have here!”
The Master, since that’s all they could really call her, looked at the Director before her eyes turned to the surrounding area. It went about as well as anyone could hope, and Olga’s face burned bright red in her anger. She scowled, and brought her hand up to bite down on her fingernail.
A thousand options and thoughts must have ran through her head, and she must be already thinking of a way to get out of this situation. But whatever she was thinking of, her eyes kept lingering back on the Red Command Spells on the back of Master’s hand. As though sensing it, Master turned her hand so that her palm faced out, even as she kept looking around.
All things considered, she didn’t too bothered or upset. She looked like someone just out for a walk in the park with how much indifference she seemed to exude out. If Mash didn’t know any better, she would even go as far to say that Master looked like she honestly didn’t care that the cityscape was burning to the ground around her.
But Mash, who felt the warmth of the hand that held hers so tightly, even as the world burned all around her, refused to believe that this was a lost cause.
“It's alright,” Mash said, summoning her confidence from somewhere in her heart, “I will protect you, Master.”
It was like she didn’t even say anything. Mash took a deep breath, steeling her heart because even if her words weren’t heard, it was important that she believed in them. And then, her Master moved so that she was standing directly in front of her. When Mash looked where she was looking, saw skeletons slowly inching their way towards them. Fearful, she pulled her Master behind her and prepared for the oncoming assault.
Since the first time they met, the Master frowned when she was pulled behind her demi-servant. By then, Olga understood what had happened and shrieked in fear as she rushed behind her.
“Hurry up and dispatch them, Mash!”
“Roger!”
She risked a glance behind her where her Master stood, and hoped that she understood the severity of the situation. And more importantly, that she would not panic even at the sight of the walking-dead making their way closer to her. Even in her own head, it was doubtful.
Yet, the Master didn’t move away from behind her.