Ayaka's lips curved into a gentle smile as she tenderly withdrew from the child's side, leaving behind the warmth of a kiss planted upon the cheek of the mask they adorned. The obscurity of the mask shrouded any discernible emotion, but Ayaka harbored no doubt; she could feel the child's contentment radiating through the air. Without a word, she sent the child off with a portion of her meal, a silent gesture of her benevolence, before settling her tab and gracefully exiting the establishment.
The name Oloric Black had reached her ears only through whispers and rumors, yet he proved to be an elusive figure. But Ayaka, with her determination as her compass, had no trouble tracking him down. Her quest led her to his presence, a man whose dominion extended across various enterprises, with Seighart serving as the main hub of his influence.
The meeting between Ayaka and Oloric transpired within the confines of one of his many opulent offices. They shared a drink, exchanged pleasantries, and waded through the shallows of small talk, all while Ayaka's true purpose lingered beneath the surface.
After a measured pause, Ayaka leaned forward, her voice unwavering and her eyes focused, meeting Oloric's gaze. "I've heard word that you find yourself in need of capable hands to attend to matters that may lie beyond your own reach," she began, her words deliberate and poised. She took a measured sip from her glass, allowing the weight of her intent to hang in the air. "I wish to offer my services—a pair of hands, reliable and skilled, to assist you in whatever endeavor requires attention."
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