Last Order

Este will step into the outside world for the first time in a decade. The situation was too complicated, so the girl continued to work hard. To this day, Este still makes special underwear to wear to shows. She was still working in her washroom next to the buffer room.

Este was making two sets of cloth that Harmony had given her. She hummed about the new future. The girl thought that she would soon get out of this dark room, sooner or later.

"I have to wear these thick clothes for a while, but now I can plan and move on with my future. Life with the chain of control is finally ending!" she muttered.

Although she had not yet performed the maturity ceremony, her chest had developed satisfactorily. This physical condition was inversely proportional to when she was still Erica. Her breasts are now a new challenge for her.

Este ignored the voice of anyone calling out to her as she added cotton to the waist of her shirt. She was wearing women's clothing that stretched from her shoulders to her thighs to hide the upper part of her chest that was starting to look voluptuous.

"Este, didn't you hear me calling? Maeve called for you too, so hurry up from here," Stephanie said.

The woman was already in the buffer room. Maeve came and urged Este, who didn't move even after she called out several times.

"Operator owner? Why did she call me?" Este complained.

Este wanted to enjoy her vacation for a while until she started working as a maid. But sadly, she wasn't allowed to relax in the opera until she left. The girl frowned without realising it.

"Well, I don't know. Come on, quickly. She didn't like being made to wait. Be careful not to appear angry at her until you get out of here," Stephanie told Este.

At the urging, Este rushed out of the dark passage. He found Maeve standing in front of her tiny room.

"What were you doing earlier, huh? And why are you pretending you didn't hear me?" offended the woman.

Este answered quickly in a shrill voice, "I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you calling because I was concentrating on preparing clothes to wear later at work."

After Este politely apologised as Stephanie suggested, Maeve said in a slightly softer voice, "I told you not to stop fucking working until you left, and you still have much to help today. If you don't want to do it, then I'm afraid I have to disagree with our agreement because you said this in the letter of agreement. I was a fool when I thought giving you a day off would be okay. So, if you're still thinking about the affection I gave you, do your job well."

"What is going on? You don't have another conspiracy, do you?" Este complained.

Maeve snorted thoughtfully, "Watch your fucking mouth before you say a word."

The woman said, "I'm not bad enough to have to devise a plan for a finished story, darling. I am a lighthearted person. So please don't doubt my fucking intentions. I'm going to say this myself because I thought you would rebel if I had someone else manage you. Do you understand?"

Este eased her doubts at Maeve's self-explanatory remarks. The girl shrugged and accepted her mistake. "I'm sorry, but it's not bad if I have to remain cautious about everything, so please understand me, madam. Oh well, what should I do?"

"Prince Carl Zeiss and Marquis Arnold will visit the opera today. While they're watching, we need someone who can do the job beside them well. The women would fight over each other, maybe even scratch their hair for this. I think you are the right person because you have different thoughts. You're the only one who will go and do things that won't cause me any trouble," said Maeve.

Este's workplace is Prince Carl Zeiss' private home a week from now. Este replied in a trembling voice, "What a coincidence."

"Do I have to do it? I heard that prince like women, so it seems best if you choose someone else to do that?" the girl continued.

"The prince may have many women after him, but he does not like to seduce every woman and will not forgive anyone who acts rashly in front of him. They didn't know the man's true figure and what is a noble's attitude. Small mistakes can stir up his anger. So, I can't send the embers to a place where they might die. Isn't that so dear?"

Under Maeve's persuasion, who continued to roar, Este was finally forced to nod and accept the request.

"Yes, I will serve and wait for them. All I have to do is that, right?" Este insisted.

"Well then. Yeah, you won't do anything anymore. Just do this job well. It's fine if you want to keep your make-up and hair good, but you must change that ugly dress that is an eyesore. It's a shame for this opera if someone works here but can't dress properly," Maeve said.

When the woman spits out her words scathingly, Este could only grumble and finally went to the restroom to change her clothes. She chose an outfit that caught her eye.

While guarding the buffer room alone, Stephanie started worrying when she heard Maeve's complaint to Este. She waited for quite a while before finally seeing Este come out wearing the only dress that shone.

"You're so brave in the dress that Lisa gave you," she chirped.

**To Be Continued**