Simply put, I am not a boy who finds brash and impetuous action the best way to handle his problems. So, that is why, despite being a mage who possesses many great powers, when it comes to gathering dangerous and exotic materials for my experiments, I rely on proxies. People who will take risks and dangers upon my behalf for whatever price I decide.
Truly, they were not but tools; mere pawns to be used until their usefulness had run its course. They were expendable, and I was willing to use them as such. My only, er… concern with my methods is that my most recent proxy has been unusually diligent, determined, and disturbingly affectionate in her interactions with me.
That… Saria. She's incredible. I've never met a woman as strong as her. I did not expect her to be this skillful upon hire, nor did I think she would be this insistent on continuing her work for me. Thusly, this bruting woman has been a thorn in my side ever since we met.
Saria's been very helpful in finding the rare and exotic ingredients I need for my research. The problem is that she insists on being "friendly" with me after her excursions… C-Completely invalidating the natural professionalism a proxy should possess while working for me! I-I mean… It's fine. I don't mind the friendly interactions, really… But I do mind her blatant attempts at seduction—which I do not find attractive in the least, of course—and her constant requests to spend time with me outside of work hours…
In short, I am sick and tired of Saria's incessant advances, and I want her gone. Today, this evening, now that she is back from what will be her FINAL ingredient delivery, I am going to tell her that she is fired. She may be one of my best proxies, but I have better things to do than babysit a woman who does not respect my authority or my personal boundaries.
"Oi, ya wanted to see me, little boss?" Saria asks, leaning against the doorframe to my laboratory, arms crossed and smiling wide. "Ya lookin' mighty mad about somethin'. Cute too. Hehe~."
T-This is bad… I must keep my cool, or she'll know she can pressure me… "Yes, I'm looking for you, Saria," I say, my voice strained, "I have decided to terminate our business contract."
"…Eh? Ah, well, that's a shame, little boss," Saria says, her smile faltering slightly, "I thought we had a good thing goin' here…" She steps into the room and crosses her arms, towering over my impish figure. "So, I guess I'm gonna need my final payment then, right?"
"I-I beg your pardon?" I stammered, taken aback by her brazenness and placid expression despite such a wrongfully sudden termination. "I suppose that would be… P-Proper. Assuming it's not more gold, what is that you want?"