"Yes, I'm an orphan," Elleven replied. He seemed to be numb and stoic as he talked about his background.
"My name is Yolanda Henderson."
Yolanda extended her hand and wanted to shake Elleven's hand. Instead of extending his hand for a handshake, he knelt on one knee, like how a servant used to kneel in submission to their masters in ancient times.
"You've saved me. My life is yours from now on."
"Are you not planning to head back?" Yolanda asked, surprised as she looked at Elleven. However, she didn't make him get up immediately.
Young men like Elleven were surely supported by an organization. He couldn't have gotten skills like this alone.
"That's right. I'll follow you now, Master. I'll go where you go."
Yolanda was a little exasperated.
Even when she was back in the Hoffman family, she never had the habit of being addressed as "Master."
"If you want to stay, sure. But you have to change the way you address me." It was too much for Yolanda to have someone call her "Master" day in and day out.
"You can call me Ms. Henderson like the rest of the people outside. As for your room, I'll get someone to arrange an empty room for you on the east side of the back wing."
"No need." Elleven shook his head. "This place is pretty good."
"This room isn't suitable for permanent living." Yolanda thought about it and added, "Go to the front and look for Dunstan. Tell him you'll be staying in Willow Creek Clinic from now on and get him to arrange something for you."
"Yes, Mast—, I mean, Ms. Henderson."
Elleven wasn't used to the change in address yet but had also heeded Yolanda's orders and addressed her as Ms. Henderson.
After Elleven left, Yolanda thought about it deeply. "There shouldn't be a lot of other forces that would follow the ways of ancient Havaria nowadays…"
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