Ugh, why do I have to sit here and listen to how amazing my Servant is for the, what, fourth time this week? I'm glad that our performance reviews are outstanding, but I know how Meltryllis is going to react.
"With all that in mind, Master ${character name}, we believe your efforts to this point have earned you the promotion to the rank of Cause; congratulations, young magus," Albrecht states, drawing me out of my customary haze.
"What!?" I cannot help but exclaim. I knew we had done well, but to so far outstrip my peers in but a month?
Any further outbursts are ended by somone slapping me in the back of my head. I don't even have to look to know that the weak blow comes from Meltryllis herself, who's sitting smugly in her chair, 'legs' folded on top of each other. The metallic appendages, ending in tapered needles well over a foot long, let out a faint screech as she manages to sit up even straighter. "You shouldn't be so surprised, ${character name}. Even if all your results were gained through my grace and skill, I'll generously allow you to rise alongside me in the rankings. It's the least I can do to make sure you don't slow me down," she announces in her typically haughty tone, puffing out that flat chest of hers; given that her abdomen is almost completely bare, I'm still not sure whether that cocky gesture is more enticing or pathetic. Meltryllis' breasts are small enough to mistake for a crease in the cloak that covers her arms, and it doesn't help that I can see the lack of any other curves along her slender, pale body.
Not that it makes her any less beautiful. Even Albrecht, powerful magus that he is, is struggling to tear his eyes away from Meltryllis whenever she speaks, so the idea that someone like me could resist is ridiculous. Her angular features, that slim waist, her enchantingly deep blue eyes - every single aspect of my chosen Servant is alluring. Whenever she tosses her head, silken strands of purple fill the air, while the calculating grace she performs her every action demands attention, as if she were going through life according to a song only she can hear. Of course, I would never say anything along those lines.
Meltryllis' eyes flicker towards mine as she notices me staring, again. Her lips curl up in a smirk and she places a sleeve-covered hand over her chest while saying, "I realize that there is no beauty greater than mine, Master, but you should save those smoldering eyes for when we have privacy."
I clear my throat, knowing that it does nothing to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. Instead, I turn towards Albrecht and bow my head slightly in apology for Melt's pride. "I cannot begin to express my gratitude for such an honour, Director. Might I ask what our new responsibilities will entail?"
The Director of Chaldea uses a finger to push his glasses a bit higher on his dark-skinned face before replying, "You really should be a bit easier on yourself ${character name}, but very well. From now on, the two of you will be considered essential personnel here at our facility, training other magus and their Servants in the art of combat, or undertaking high-risk missions related to magical beasts. Of course, this does mean that your resources here at Chaldea will be appropriately increased as well, in addition to a new living space in sub-level 1. I can show you both now, if you wish."
Of course, Meltryllis jumps in at hearing that. "Then why are we wasting time here? I hope these new quarters will finally be suitable for a Servant of my caliber, else I may have to sate my desires more directly, Albrecht."
Sighing, I just walk behind her as she marches our Director out the room towards our new living quarters. I want to apologize, but it won't actually achieve anything since I know Melt isn't the kind of Servant to change her brash personality.
***
"Hm, I suppose it's acceptable," Meltryllis states after Albrecht left. We're alone now in an expansive room, fully outfitted with our old possessions and a collection of new features, such as a walk-in wardrobe and a large bookshelf complete with books. Another door leads off to a smaller bedroom, which would usually be unecessary when Servants can de-materialize, but is a welcome addition due to Melt's insistence to stay in her physical body so that I can 'admire her perfect form at all times.'
In my opinion, the golden wallpaper and ornate furniture comes off as far too gaudy, while I can't think of a single reason this room needs to be so large; I mean, some Servants can be massive, but both of us are small women. Saying that isn't going to help the situation, though, so I just reply, "I'm glad you like it, Meltryllis. I'll take the sideroom as my own, so you can enjoy the space for your dance practice."
She sits on the edge of the huge bed taking up the room's center, a smug grin on her face as she asks, "What's the problem, my dear Master? I thought you had finally gotten used to sleeping with me."
"Don't say something people could misunderstand like that, Melt!" Even knowing that our rooms are private spaces, my eyes are darting all over the place to make sure no one heard her statement. What we get up to at night isn't strictly forbidden, but it's still not something I want anyone to find out!
Meltryllis shrugs off her cloak to better reveal her petite form, including the fact she has not chosen to wear any form of bra today. In the bright light of this room, her skin seems to glisten, further heightening an already irresistible natural beauty. Pink nipples poke out from her small breasts, and when she spreads her metallic legs, the tight black panties she wears leave little to the imagination. Melt starts to remove the needle-like fixtures on her knees, acting like she's oblivious to the heat rising in my chest. "I don't understand your mind, ${character name}. You have the embodiment of all things beautiful right in front of you, and you act ashamed by me. This is simply unacceptable. I think you are in need of some correction, and thankfully, we've been provided a room perfect to such ministrations. Well, not quite yet, you'll definitely need to commissions some of the artistic Servants for some paintings of my incredible grace, but it's a fine enough place to start. Now, get over here," she orders, crooking her fingers in a beckoning gesture, one that leaves no possibility other than to fall to my knees and worship Melt as she deserves.