[inuboku SS AU] traumerei #00 - drgr

[ traumerei - 00 ]

“We are finished for today, Master.”

It would always be the first word that the Secret Service Agent said to her liege, as the choir practice has ended and she already saw people through the exit.

That day, joint practice between the locals was held. As some new people asked her Master about things, the blonde-haired SS Agent made sure that they don’t tire her Master. The brunette on the wheelchair will keep saying for her to stay calm as ‘this is nothing’, but she would be worried nonetheless.

The SS Agent, after make sure that the room is tidied up, is now ready to wheel her Master back to her room.

Annette, one of the SS Agent of this Monastery, helped her with the cleaning earlier. The orange-haired young woman is mute, but just like her Master, it was not a birth defect - rather, it is a price of an accident. Annette couldn’t sing again--she ever told Ingrid that she likes to sing--but she enjoyed the choir practice almost everyday as if she is being a part of it.

“Ingrid.”

“Yes, Master?” she halted. The brunette with bandaged eyes turned up, like wishing for Ingrid to come closer.

“I heard there’s a new tenant,” her Master giggled. “I think when Mercedes came to search for Annette, the person is there with her.”

“You can tell?” Ingrid blinked. Her Master is always the attentive one for the smallest thing. The blonde didn’t mention it earlier since she deemed it irrelevant.

“I hear unfamiliar voices.” the Master said. “I wonder what kind of person they are.”

“We can meet with them later, you need to rest now.”

“Mou, Ingrid. I already told you that this was nothing,” the Master laughed again, not in a sarcasm but in a teasing manner. “You are always worried of my well-being, which is how sweet of you.”

Beet red, Ingrid cleared her throat in attempt to regain her composure. “M-Master, it’s not like-”

“I know, Ingrid. You don’t need to tell me over and over.” the Master’s tone went a bit forlorn. It’s when Ingrid felt a pang of guilt in her chest. “Now let’s go back to the room.”

Ingrid took the shortest route to reach for the lift, which located nearby the receptionist area. The brown-haired Master didn’t say anything else - not her usual tease or her playful jab - as they ascend for the room at the fourth floor.

Dorothea was a brilliant singer, a renowned singer for Mittlefrank Opera Company in the Capital of Enbarr, until the incident befell on her. Losing her sight and her ability to walk, Ingrid initially didn’t expect for Dorothea to be a voice diva at first when she was tasked to be a Secret Service Agent by Mercedes two years ago.

Mercedes described Ingrid to Dorothea as ‘lovely short-haired blonde with a way of wearing suit like a fine gentleman with a black tie and black half-gloves’ - which is kind of overstatement and made Ingrid embarrassment. Dorothea was elated, /very/ elated, Ingrid must note.

The brunette then asked for Ingrid to come closer so she can at least touch her face, in which the blonde complied. It was quite a memory for Ingrid as it is maybe the first time someone is close enough to touch her face. It might be the way for Dorothea to familiarize herself with someone she just met, but Ingrid couldn’t deny that it made her somewhat entranced.

‘This person will be someone she will serve for as long as the moment allows’, Ingrid recited it to herself, and she feels it like a duty for her to make sure Dorothea is away from any harm as the progress of her healing is coming slow and steady.

Dorothea’s insistence to keep on singing and teaching people to sing allows her to use the perimeter of Monastery as a choir practice ground. Thinking of her health and her frequent rehabilitation, Ingrid at first was against the idea.

During the course of first trial months, Ingrid finally come to understand Dorothea’s passion and her wish to not lose a hope - also, listening the former diva sings always warms her heart for some reason.

“Ingrid.”

“Yes, Master.”

“We are alone now,” a cue as the elevator stopped at fourth floor. “You have promised to stop calling me with that name.”

“But it’s unbecoming of me, as your Secret Service-”

“Mou, Ingrid.” Dorothea sighed. “You are so uptight. I know you said to me that you were a knight served the Kingdom in the past, but there is nothing luxurious here as you are merely serving a person like me.”

“Still-”

“Ingrid.”

A sing-song voice. Now only when Ingrid suddenly missed her tease, she came back with a full force. Dorothea loved to tease someone, well, mostly to Ingrid as she is right beside her. Ingrid hoped that her other SS friends will return sooner to avoid the frequent teasing.

Though, the blonde should say that hearing the tease is better than listening how the former diva is deep in her self-depreciation.

“... Dorothea.”

“Mm. That’s what I want to hear.” Dorothea quips. She sounded so merry. “Now then, Ingrid. I’m hungry~”

“Okay, okay. We’ll have your favorite tea and snack before dinner, Master.” Ingrid sighed, both in relief and defeat, back on wheeling the chair again.

“You are back with ‘Master’ again.” she pouted.

“Sorry about that, Dorothea. It’s a force of habit.”