Morozov Private Manor
"The tea temperature is just fine. Thank you, Solomon." Irina quietly reassured the young assistant as she settled down onto the nearest couch.
She parted strands of her hair, one leg crossed over the other, and changed the channel to the news.
Ever since her boy moved in with Devon and that C-Rank Guide he insists he's not permanently linked to, he's needed his assistant less and less.
Solomon had to spend most days at the manor, upgraded to a majordomo just a few weeks ago.
"Ugh," she snapped her neck, arching a brow at the headlines popping on the screen.
Breaking news?
"Just minutes ago," a reporter began, "reports came back from the IHC's assessment facility here in Aurelia. Confirming the awakening of the world's sixteenth SS-Rank Esper. Or rather—I think the accurate term here would be reawakening."
Her brows knitted further.
