'Who the hell beats their master like this?'

'It's soft.'

'Um hm. It's squishy too.'

Allen, in his half-awake and half-sleeplike state, mumbled to himself.

His hands felt something extremely soft and squishy.

It was so comfy that he could squish this thing forever.

He was having difficulty waking up from this half-dream of his and didn't want to let go of the softest thing he had ever touched.

However, that was shattered soon enough, knowing his luck.

He heard a monotone voice like GPS in his mind.

*Extraordinary First Mission Completed*

The voice sounded oddly familiar to him, but he still didn't realise what the message said.

Squish!

He was still savouring the feeling of the soft, smooth thing in his hand.

The message rang again in his mind.

*Extraordinary First Mission Completed*

He finally took notice of the message's content, and, in his half-asleep state, with a bit of confusion, he mumbled in denial.

'Not possible, I didn't even do anything.'

'Huh!'

Letting go of the comfy feeling in his hands, he opened his eyes completely.

Everything was blurry.

His whole lower body was quivering, and he was feeling intense pain akin to doing an intense leg workout.

Trying to focus on what was in front of him, he was finally able to see.

As the blur subsided from his eyes, he could see the system interface in front of him, which was showing him the message of mission complete.

Blink.

Blink.

He blinked several times, as if in complete shock at what he was seeing.

'The hell?!'

'Do missions get completed on their own?'

'Is this system bugged?'

Several questions were popping up in his mind, one by one, as he continued to look at the screen.

He then heard a familiar yet unfamiliar, cold, and angry shout.

"What the fuck is this mission?"

The speaker sounded extremely annoyed.

"That biatch gave you such a butt-warming mission?"

"The fuck that biatch; I shouldn't have left something so important to that biatch in the first place." The more he heard the voice, the more annoyed the speaker seemed to him.

However, this voice was familiar to him, even though he had only heard it for a single day.

And one of the most noticeable aspects of that voice was its charm and enthusiasm, not its coldness and annoyance. He felt something was odd.

'Its different.'

He felt the voice was familiar yet different.

And so he was about to look towards the source of the voice. To know the reason why he felt it was different.

However, suddenly a puny figure came flying from his right, and not even letting Allen scrutinize her, the figure spoke, her tone filled with haughtiness.

"I don't know about that biatch, but give me a name first, master. Come on, be fast."

Blink.

Blink.

Allen blinked quite vigorously.

He couldn't believe what was in front of him, and what was in front of him just spoke, and he subconsciously blurted his reply.

"What the fuck are you saying?"

And her cold and arrogant reply to his question came even faster.

"I'm saying, give me a fucking name, master."

It was then that Allen understood that his intuition about the familiar and yet oddly not-so-familiar voice belonging to someone else was correct.

In front of him was a familiar face of the Spirit, but the features were totally different. Where the Spirit had her charm, softness, and enthusiasm features describing her. However, the figure in front of him had coldness, arrogance, and sharpness in her face and even in her whole substance.

'It's not her.'

'Twins?'

That was the only logical idea that came to his mind.

He again heard her voice, albeit slightly more annoyed, as she folded her puny hands and darted her fierce red eyes, filled with the intensity of drilling a hole inside Allen.

"Don't be such a stalker master and give me a freaking name."

Allen didn't like the way he was addressed and retorted, "Stalkers do it silently, you know."

"That's the hell you are doing right now, master." Again, a cold reply came even faster than his retort.

"Ahem..." He let out a fake cough and asked, "Twins?"

"That biatch is just an inferior copy of me, master." This time, her reply was lightning-fast.

"Oh, so you are sisters; I get it; you look really alike." Allen calmly nodded and smiled as if understanding the relationship between the sisters.

"The fuck we look alike, which angle master?" Her face looked extremely annoyed, and her eyebrows were twitching hard, and as she spoke, she started pivoting around and showing every angle of her body to Allen, with clothes, of course, and with her darting red eyes, she was asking Allen, 'What angle do you think we look alike, master?'

Allen wanted to retort to those gazes by saying, "Every angle except for the difference in your attitudes." but he knew what to say and what should be left unsaid.

He did what he was efficient at, swiftly diverting the topic, and so he spoke calmly as if the earlier scenario never transpired. "Ahem. So, you said you wanted a name?"

"Master, I'm not begging; it's your duty, actually."

Allen had the urge to slap the snot out of her but kept it in the back of his mind.

'She's totally different from her.'

Yes, that was what Allen could discern from the interaction now.

She had a sharp tongue.

She even appeared a bit smarter than the Spirit.

So not letting her wait much and remembering a name, he spoke, "How does Mia sound to you?"

He asked with a gentle expression on his face.

The puny figure in front of him covered her face with both of her hands and chuckled, "Master, you think I'm a moron, don't you?"

And then she suddenly slammed herself into Allen's stomach.

Bam!

"Urgh!"

Cough! Cough!

Allen's body contorted in pain, and he let out loud coughs.

However, someone didn't care about it and continued to talk in a cold tone, saying while punching her puny hands on his stomach, "You are comparing me to that biatch, don't you?"

"Urgh! Stop! Stop!" Allen, while groaning, shouted and pleaded.

"You think I don't know the meaning behind that name, don't you?" She continued her barrage of questions and punches, too.

"Urgh! Urgh! Stop! Stop! Stop!" He shouted as he didn't know why his body was feeling such terrible pain from just her small punches, and the most painful region in his body was actually currently not his stomach but his little brother's region, which confused him and caused some traumatic memories to re-enter his mind.

"You even might be thinking, 'Why don't I add Khalifa too?' Don't you master?" She didn't stop and continued her actions.

In the midst of this pain, he remembered what his grandma would always say: "Chungi, always pay close attention to who you bring into your life." But this sentence was completed, or rather, specified by his grandma on her deathbed, and two more words were added to it. Those were very normal words in different circumstances; they would never seem so relevant, but for him right now, they were the words of God.

He remembered the last added word, "especially girls."

'But grandma, I didn't have the choice for this girl who just barged into my life.'

Beads of tears rolled down his eyes.

'Who the hell beats their master like this?'

'Who the hell beats them this viciously, and without even remorse at that?'

'Shouldn't a master-servant relationship be harmonious?'

'Weren't only masters allowed to beat the servants?'

'Why is it the other way around in my life?'

Thoughts were numerous in his mind, but

One should pray to God.

And he should have definitely done it.