Chapter 22
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"Breakfast is served," I announced with a warm smile as I carefully placed the Eggs Benedict in front of Fae and Elva. 

The dish rested on a pristine white plate, its tantalizing aroma wafting through the air, beckoning them towards the culinary masterpiece.

Fae and Elva leaned in simultaneously, their eyes widening with eager anticipation. The aroma of the Eggs Benedict was so enticing that it was impossible not to be drawn in. Their mouths watered as if they could already taste the delectable flavours. 

Fae, with her endearing and spontaneous nature, couldn't hold back any longer. She was the first to succumb to the irresistible allure of the dish. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with delight as she took her first, albeit restrained, bite. 

For a moment, her world seemed to pause as she savoured the harmonious blend of flavours that exploded on her taste buds. Then, as if possessed by the sheer deliciousness of the Eggs Benedict, she cast aside her utensils and dove in with her hands.

With her mouth full and eyes sparkling, exclaimed, "Sho Good~, Thish ish incredible, Mashter♡!"

The creamy hollandaise sauce, the perfectly poached eggs, and the crisped Canadian bacon melded together in a symphony of flavours, and Fae relished every mouthful with a mixture of delight and abandon. 

Her face was an ever-changing canvas of expressions, from surprise to pure enjoyment. It was clear that she had surrendered to the exquisite culinary experience, and her unabashed enthusiasm brought an endearing smile to my face.

"Oops!," Fae murmured with a charming touch of bashfulness, her tone filled with a delicate sweetness, as a small droplet of hollandaise sauce spilt onto her silk apron, its trajectory leading perilously close to the concealed allure of her deep cleavage. Ever the resourceful one, she decided not to let even a precious drop of her Master's dish go to waste.

She gracefully scooped up the errant sauce with her fingers, sensually licking them clean. Her actions were undeniably alluring, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the seductive charm she exuded.

"Fae, you need to slow down. You're eating too quickly," I gently advised as I reached for the pitcher and began filling their cups with refreshing water. 

"Okay~," she responded with a touch of agreement in her voice as she reached for the glass cup. Her fingers left delicate smudges on the glass as she took a hearty gulp, allowing the cool water to wash down her breakfast.

Elva, on the other hand, maintained her dignified demeanour, as always. She picked up her utensils with a grace that came naturally to her, her unwavering composure on full display. 

The ladylike etiquette she epitomized remained intact, even in the face of the delectable challenge that the Eggs Benedict posed. With utmost delicacy, she skillfully cut into the dish and brought a bite to her lips, her elegant poise accentuated by the silk apron she wore. It was a sight to behold.

However, it was clear that the dish had an almost hypnotic effect. The extraordinary deliciousness of the Eggs Benedict had its way with her too, even though she tried to keep her cool. 

Her eyes revealed the intense satisfaction she couldn't entirely conceal. The corners of her lips curled upwards in a tiny, almost imperceptible smile. It was as if she were having an internal battle between maintaining her refined decorum and openly revelling in the culinary delight.

As I observed Elva's reactions, I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

I took a seat beside them, finding contentment in the sight of their happy, satisfied expressions as they relished the meal. Each bite seemed to fill them with delight, and it was as if their enjoyment was contagious, spreading to me with every passing moment.

As I gazed upon Fae and Elva, I couldn't shake a profound sense of déjà vu. It was as though I had experienced this very scene before, a memory from the recesses of my past. There were indeed seven more figures, sitting alongside my cherished duo, all partaking in the feast with a harmonious spirit. They were a lively group, chatting and laughing, their camaraderie unmistakable.

In that distant recollection, I recalled a deep affection I held for each of them, a bond that had once meant the world to me. However, an unrelenting frustration gnawed at my soul because, despite my best efforts, their faces remained frustratingly hidden, eluding my desperate attempts to recall their features. 

The feeling of nostalgia mixed with an unsettling sense of loss, left me with a lingering mystery and an ache in my heart.

With each passing moment, my determination grew stronger. I made an unspoken vow to myself that I would find a way to reclaim my lost memories, one way or another. 

The faces of those seven mysterious figures were the catalyst for my unwavering determination. They had become the driving force behind my resolve, a compelling reminder of the urgency of the matter. I made a firm commitment to myself; I would not squander any more time. The moment had arrived to unearth the enigmatic secrets of my past, fulfil the promise I had made, and master my newfound abilities.

One particular idea had taken root in my mind, and it had emerged during our time in the bathroom. 

It was as if a spark of inspiration had ignited within me, a path I was determined to follow. Somewhere deep within, I felt that this idea was the key to regaining control over my new powers.

As I contemplated the plan, my determination solidified, and I drew closer to Fae and Elva. In that moment, my eyes radiated unwavering resolve. 

In a tone filled with certainty, I said, "There's something I want to try, and I need your assistance. Will you both help me?"

Their gazes met mine, a blend of unwavering support and genuine curiosity. 

Fae, driven by her ever-eager spirit, responded with an enthusiastic nod, saying, "Master♡, you know I'll assist in any way I can~."

Elva, who had just set down her glass after taking a sip, maintained her composed demeanour and declared resolutely, "You don't need to ask for help, My Lord. I'm always at your command."

Encouraged by their steadfast support, I stood up with a smile and said, "Let's go to the training room!"

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