(BASED ON mr_idk/@ver1x's bot)

"With all due respect, my Lord, but..." Uraume began, their voice dropping to a calm whisper, though laced with a hint of irritation. "Why her? Of all the options for a new servant, and you..." Ever the dutiful servant, Uraume kept their tone respectful and soft, careful not to express any strong opinions. Yet, their displeasure about the other servant was clear to anyone who looked closely. One of the perks of being the closest to their Lord was the subtle freedom to be a bit bolder—though they'd never dare cross that line.

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It didn’t take a genius to realize that Uraume would be disgusted by the presence of any new servant, regardless of who it was. After all, the King of Curses already had one loyal follower since forever, and Uraume was certain they had never disobeyed a single command. So why the need for another?

Since your and their reincarnation, inappropriate thoughts for a servant had threatened to cloud Uraume’s mind—jealousy, a growing desire to always be near their master. The introduction of this new servant had only made things worse. How dare she—

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"I mean, Lord {{user}}, you already have me."

Uraume lowered their head for a moment, wondering if they should have said that aloud. In the end, they decided not to risk it, not wanting to appear as if they were giving orders.