“Oh, Myra!” Aleister said as she walked into the room. Her current attire was worlds apart from her previous maid outfit. The black and gold silk robes she wore were simple, but he could tell that they were multitude times higher in cost than even his clothes. He randomly grabbed a book from his desk but did his best to make it look like it was with purposeful intent and flipped to a random page. He did this to avoid staring at her like an idiot and said, “I’m assuming that because you’re alive and standing right in front of me, you managed to become a Weaver.”

She deeply bowed down and with a straight face said, “If I never met you, I would never have had this opportunity in my lifetime. I may not understand what your intentions are, but I am willing to do anything to repay this favour, including giving you my body.”

“Uh...” Aleister froze for a moment, not quite knowing how to react as he heard Syn cackle next to him. He managed to bring his mind of the gutter as he said, “I appreciate the gesture, but I did absolutely nothing in the first place, so you can’t even repay me in the first place.”

Myra shook her head. “That’s not true. If I never met you, I would have never had the chance to activate my bloodline and never have had the chance to become a Weaver and...and...” her voice trailed off. She wanted to say something else, but it appeared that she didn’t know how to phrase it. Aleister didn’t dig into it either.

“Who knows, you might have gained the opportunity and chance some other time,” he said. “And since you’re so keen on giving me credit for no reason, I’ll just tell you that I don’t need any repayment.”

“But, I don’t understand why you would do something for someone as lowly as me?”

“It’s because I’m just that much of a nice and virtuous person,” Aleister said, kicking his feet up to his bed frame.

Syn scoffed. “True nice and virtuous people wouldn’t even say how nice and virtuous they are.” He ignored her comment.

“I still don’t understand.” Myra continued to protest. “Are you saying that you just helped me, because you could?”

“To me it appears that you do understand.”

“But, I don’t understand why you would just help me without wanting anything in return.”

His cauldron hissed once again, but this time from the other vent. “Sometimes, people just do things for the sake of helping others. I helped you for no other reason than that because I could. I lost absolutely nothing, and you gained so much. That’s why you can’t repay me. There was no cost for me.” Aleister took off the lid and wafted the aroma, noting that it smelt like absolutely nothing. “Anyway, this does mean that you are now relieved of your duties as my personal maid. So you can now free to do whatever you want.”

“I’m free?” Myra asked. “I don’t know what that means.”

“You didn’t grind your leaves finely enough,” Syn said after examining the contents of his cauldron. “Turn the heat back on, let it come to a boil, and then grind some more to a powder this time, or else your base will be too weak.”

“Give me a second,” he said, creating flames with the spark stones once again. He walked to his door and said, “Follow me.”

“I was just thinking how it has been quite a while since you wanted something from me,” Master said, faking an annoyed look. “What did you need?”

“Well, I’m sure that you’re bored sitting around here doing nothing since you aren’t able to train me, so I brought you someone else as my replacement,” he said.

Master looked behind him. “Oh, the girl didn’t die? Interesting. But what makes you think that I’m not drowning in work?”

“Not what I suggested,” Aleister pointed out. “Besides, your room looks exactly the same. Nothing has been touched, so you obviously aren’t doing anything in here.”

“And what exactly do you mean by that?”

“I’m just saying that this room is just a facade, but what do I know?”

“Nothing,” Master said in a relaxed voice.

“Exactly,” he said. “Besides, it would be a waste if such a talented and unique individual went on untrained, right?”

A faint blush appeared on Myra’s face. She tugged her skirt down but didn’t say anything.

“Fine,” Master said. “I cannot deny my intrigue. Even more so, I’m surprised that you realized she had a demonic bloodline, and I hadn’t.”

“I’m not surprised,” he said. “You have a lot on your shoulders so there wouldn’t have been any reason for you to have noticed it, especially from a maid. And while not likely, maybe you should check everyone after this just in case. Alright, I’ll leave you two alone now. I have to make sure I don’t burn the building down.”

“What?” Master looked at him, unsure if she heard correctly, but he had already left.

Checking on his cauldron, he realized that the contents inside had completely disappeared.

“I tossed it away,” Syn said, still on his bed but now reading a book. The shoulder straps from her blouse seemed to have slipped off and furrowed down above her chest. Aleister shook his head.

“That was a whole gold coin worth of materials,” he complained.

“Do better next time.”

“I would have done better the first time if you helped me more!”

“They lay the instructions out for you step by step,” she said with a yawn. “There is nothing more I can do. I even tried to save your previous batch, but you ruined it beyond repair.”

“Just let me complain,” he said with crossed arms.

She rolled over. “Complain all you want. Just not to me. I don’t want to hear it.”