47 "I want you, Sigmund"

Hearing this, the Servant chuckled, "I see… By the way, I'm Metamorphus. From the Nymph class." He offered a handshake, but the Vampire only nodded at him.

"My name is Sigmund."

"It's nice to meet you," Metamorphus withdrew his hand and just cheered for his Master once again.

Ivory's classmate, Zephie Malvigne, held her weapon tightly. It was previously a wooden staff, but it had beautifully transformed into a wooden flute, so in order to use magic, she had to play it. Like Ivory, she's also one of the very few students who were given a wooden staff as an initial weapon.

"You have such a nice magical weapon. When did it transform?" Ivory told her dark purple haired classmate, who responded with a smile.

"A week after our first year ended," she told her, "I was self-training in the forest, when suddenly, it transformed…"

Ivory took a look at her plain, wooden magical staff, which was still broken into two. "I wonder when I can transform this one…"

"In time…" Zephie replied. "Goddess Destinia will grant you that wish at the right time."

She tried to smile, "You're right… I'll just have to do my best and wait for it."

And when Zephie once again played her flute and concentrated her mana onto the water, the liquid turned into a thick fog!

"Oh dear, I can go home now!" she happily exclaimed. "Metamorphus, I did it!"

"Good job, Master!" the Butterfly Nymph Servant flew to his Master and patted her back.

"Good work! Miss Malvigne, you may go home now," Educator Alphonse said, and the Zephie and her Servant bid goodbye to them. "As for you, Miss Sprucemint…"

"I really do not get it… Why can't I…" she sighed deeply, wiping the sweat on her forehead.

"The sun is already down, you should go home."

Ivory shook her head, "Educator, I still haven't done-"

"You should also know when to stop. Go home and rest, you have already used too much mana." He then turned to Sigmund. "Make sure your Master rests."

But Ivory couldn't accept her failure. After coachman Ebleu brought them home, she immediately took a bucket and scooped water from the barrel. She stood behind the house and placed the bucket in front of her.

"Hey, you already used so much mana," Sigmund uttered and tried to drag her inside the house.

"No…" she groaned. "Why can they all do it, but I can't? I thought I already learned the basics?" she was so frustrated that she started shedding tears, "Until now, I am still weak."

"How about taking a quick nap first-"

"NO!" she yelled. "Don't mind me, just… watch me from afar. I have to do this…"

"But…" Sigmund saw the frustration in Ivory's eyes. "Fine. Do what you want. I'll just carry you back inside once you can't do shit anymore."

She nodded, and Sigmund went to lean on the cabin's outer wall. He watched his Master and got annoyed at himself that he couldn't do anything about her predicament.

The disheartened Ivory stared intensely at the water inside the bucket and continued swaying her wooden sticks in many different ways, hoping for it to answer to her wish of turning the water into fog. Still, after a very long while, nothing had happened.

Ivory cried in desperation and fell onto her knees because of hopelessness. In her mind, she was already degrading herself as a failure.

Sigmund, still standing at a distance, sighed when he saw and heard her cry. "She should let it all out," he muttered.

But suddenly, her body glowed under the moonlight.

Sigmund sensed the different kind of mana overlapping her usual mana. Ivory's light blue eyes glowed, and she swayed her sticks towards the bucket.

To his surprise, the water inside the bucket floated. It followed Ivory's swaying motions as if it was dancing with her. She looked so elegant with her movements until the water turned into fog once she stopped moving her sticks.

Worried that he could not see her anymore, the Vampire hurriedly ran towards her direction.

The fog where Ivory was standing had already dissipated, but the thick fog was still surrounding her.

Sigmund caught a glimpse of his Master while her whole body was still glowing. He saw her glowing light blue eyes, but to the Vampire's surprise, she had such a blank expression that made him worry.

What was this strange, yet powerful kind of mana within his Master that she couldn't control?

The Vampire figured that she was not herself, so he quickly grabbed her shoulders with both of his hands and shook her, "Hey Ivory, snap out of it! Your mana is out of control! What are you doing-"

Suddenly, Ivory grabbed his arm tightly and pulled him close to her body, giving him a deep kiss while staring at his crimson-red eyes.

As if there was a strong force coming from Ivory, he felt her dominance and her display of power as his master. Sigmund tried to pull away, but he felt her soft tongue caressing his, and so he willingly submitted to her.

The Vampire knew deep in his heart and his mind that he wouldn't feel anything because he's a Servant, but oddly, he had the urge to kiss his Master back.

Ivory pulled away and gazed at Sigmund's eyes. "I want you, Sigmund," she said in a very seductive tone.

Sigmund gulped upon hearing her mesmerizing voice. He didn't know what happened to Ivory, but he was pleased with her statement and responded, "I am your Servant. You already have all of me."

"Mmmm..." she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Their faces once again neared each other, and she gave him soft kisses on his lips, glancing at his eyes under the moonlight. The Servant couldn't grasp what was happening with his Master, but he was enjoying how her lips touched his, which kept him wanting more. He tucked her silver hair behind her ear before sliding his hand down her waist.

When Sigmund was about to kiss Ivory again, she suddenly felt heavy, and as she fainted in his arm, the fog also dissipated.

The Vampire Servant caught her body just in time. She carried her like a princess and brought her into her attic bedroom. As he tucked her under the sheets, he recalled their wild kisses vividly. It felt like he had human emotions during that time, but he knew he shouldn't, because he's a Servant - an existence made from Goddess Destinia's pure and holy mana.