Strax walked calmly through the quiet mansion where he lived. He had left Monica to clean up, bid goodnight to Samira and Beatrice, and was now leisurely strolling through the corridors, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the windows.
"You're already here?" he questioned, sensing the presence of someone revealing themselves. Thanks to his eyes, he was acutely aware of any changes in mana in the environment. Even without looking directly, he could feel this shift, like a spatial sensor. "Quite competent," he remarked as the woman, dressed entirely in black, walked beside him.
"Our organization works with excellence. We must be respectful to a significant client like yourself, Master," Strax heard Cristine say. He didn't quite know how to respond, but he laughed. "I didn't think you'd call me 'master' so easily. I thought it would take longer," he said, and she retorted, "I am a faithful servant of God. I know my place in the world." After all, she truly served a god.
