Rey De-Heavens (English)

2.1

Rey tilted his head to one side, straightened up and continued eating without taking his eyes off the breasts of that woman in maid's garments. Why her breasts? You might ask. Maybe because, unlike her mother, she had bigger breasts. No, actually, for the little boy, if he looked at someone's chest, neck or forehead, he could also see the other five limbs at the same time and be ready to defend himself as the situation demanded. Besides, looking into someone's eyes could mean confrontation and he was not foolish enough to confront one of the older ones. He tilted his face to the side because something also caught his attention, her open and informal behavior. As he remembered, Silvia always moved with elegance, style, smoothness and harmony to perform whatever tasks she was given. She knocked on doors before entering, pointed to objects with an open hand and not with a single finger. She did not ask questions or correct anyone, she only made suggestions. She carried her hands at the sides of her body or slightly forward, but never behind her back and absolutely always approached from an angle that could be seen as one who dared not provoke distrust.

Silvia stood erect in front of the little boy. She had a mane of reddish hair that reached a little below her shoulders, a band of hair that parted her bangs in two and large eyes that seemed to inspect everything with curiosity. She closed her mouth, feeling even more intrigued, but seeing that the little one was still eating without taking his eyes off her breasts, she crossed her arms and lifted her breasts at the same time that she leaned forward to provide a better view.

"Young master. You believe my words, but at the same time you distrust me and know things I have never told you. How is that possible?"

Rey felt that the servant's behavior was familiar to him, a vague memory of the past came to his mind, so he did not respond, and stepped back with his other foot. He did not intend to tell something that would bring him a lot of trouble to explain. Prepared to escape, he was stopped by words that made him curious.

Sylvia, anticipating the little boy's escape, added:

"I'm sure you must have your reasons. I am a "Specialist" grade combat maid, as a maid in this house I have the special ability to awaken from my state of suspended animation to fulfill my duty to protect if an intruder enters when the tenants are asleep. But you are not a threat... you are "young master, Rey". I was the first to carry you when you were born. How could I consider you dangerous?"

Rey put the past aside, focused on the present:

"Suspended animation?" he asked as he took a seat on the floor and paid attention, still chewing and swallowing the food in his hands.

Silvia noticed that Rey hadn't reacted to the information that she had been the first to charge him either, but she continued nonetheless:

"Yes. Even though those asleep still breathe and their hearts beat, they become empty containers that cease to age or grow. They will not need to eat, drink or excrete until they awaken."

"Can anything in suspended animation die?" asked Rey thinking of his companion, of the helpless little Paradise guardian he had left behind in the cave.

Silvia, glad to have captured the little one's interest, replied:

"Once they fall into that state, they are defended by "transcendental" grade protection. The answer is, no. They cannot die even if they are on the verge of death."

Rey frowned, narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath to swallow the last mouthful of meat and lick his fingers. Inwardly he was relieved to know that his companion was safe, even if he wasn't with her, but he had heard the word "degree" twice. It seemed to him more like a measure of powers that he could use as a reference for his own benefit. Again, he was obliged to compensate for his weakness with knowledge, but he didn't know how to ask.