Chapter 118: The principal's Open-Toe Heels Ambush; The Arrogant Maid Only Likes the Young Mistress (2)

Chapter 118: The principal's Open-Toe Heels Ambush; The Arrogant Maid Only Likes the Young Mistress (2)

The door swung open, catching everyone's attention.

Lilith plastered on what she thought was her most charming smile.

"Hello, everyone!"

Her nose twitched frantically.

Wait, three distinct scents? But only two women?

Scanning the room, Lilith tried to pinpoint the source of the third fragrance but found nothing. Diana, of course, was long gone.

She hadn't come to steal Shia but to redirect the focus away from herself—and she succeeded spectacularly.

Though she couldn't find the mysterious third beauty, Lilith remained undeterred.

"Why are you all eating such plain food? Shia, I've given you so much allowance—why aren't you taking better care of us?"

Sliding into the seat next to Nia, Lilith's sharp eyes caught the change in her hair.

The rumored golden-haired gentle elf could transform into a silver-haired warrior.

The silver-haired elf was just as stunning!

Having learned from past experiences, Lilith maintained a safe but intimate distance.

"Shia doesn't know how to care for you properly because I wasn't thorough enough in my instructions."

"Why don't you move into my place? I'll make sure the maids treat you well."

'This inflammatory chaos, stirring up trouble so blatantly in front of everyone! This woman dares to undermine us right under our noses.'

Nia shot Lilith a sharp glare, her gaze practically brimming with killing intent.

Rong also turned her eyes toward Lilith, her stare unfriendly and accusing.

'What the hell was this woman saying?'

This meal was personally prepared by their master, and now Lilith was waltzing in with criticism, trying to paint Shia as inadequate?

All their frustration and helplessness from dealing with the academy Principal, Diana, suddenly redirected toward Lilith.

Yet, Lilith wasn't done with her antics. Her whole strategy seemed designed to suppress and demean Shia while simultaneously elevating her own image.

She criticized Shia for not doing enough, blamed her own lack of oversight for his supposed negligence, and painted herself as the considerate, caring one in this scenario.

The goal? To boost her reputation and win favor.

But her approach backfired spectacularly.

"Who allowed you in here?"

Nia's voice was ice-cold.

Lilith's smile faltered for a moment but quickly returned.

"I'm Shia's fiancée, of course! Senior, we've met before, haven't we? Don't be so distant~."

She added a pitiful expression, her doe-eyed look full of innocence, as if she were the victim.

"This is my home too, after all."

Nia's reply was as cutting as it was calm.

"Oh, your room is outside. Dogs aren't allowed to barge in uninvited."

Her expression remained blank, but her tone was merciless, as if channeling her mistress's ruthlessness.

The original conflict—Diana's bold kiss right in front of them—was momentarily forgotten as Lilith's blatant intrusion and attempts to sabotage Shia infuriated them.

How could they tolerate such behavior?

The two girls immediately redirected their firepower, uniting against the external enemy.

Nia's gaze swept Lilith from head to toe with undisguised disdain before delivering the most savage line of the night.

"And who the hell are you to criticize him?"

Lilith froze in place, her expression shattered like glass. The critical hit left her utterly speechless.

"Ha!"

A laugh broke the tense atmosphere.

Everyone turned toward Shia, who was visibly struggling to hold back his laughter.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Ever since Tia had followed the young mistress inside, Shia had subtly positioned himself right behind her Shia looked entirely too at ease, his body subtly pressed against hers.

The others' attention was focused on him, so no one noticed Tia's reddened face as she bowed her head to hide her embarrassment.

Her silver hair fell forward, obscuring her expression, but beneath the table, her skirt shifted unnaturally.

Shia's mischievous actions hadn't stopped, his hand boldly making its way beneath her dress.

Caught off guard by Lilith's inflammatory behavior, Shia couldn't resist retaliating in his own way, taking out his frustrations on Tia.

Tia, however, was doing everything in her power not to give herself away.

This was in front of 'everyone'! Did he have no sense of shame?!

Her head slightly turned, her eyes shooting Shia a warning glare.

But Shia met her gaze with a disarmingly sincere expression, his voice low enough for only the two of them to hear.

"Your mistress made a mistake. Isn't it only fair for you to make up for it?"

Tia's mind went blank, her eyes losing focus.

To avoid further embarrassment, she turned her face downward, staring at the floor with a mix of shame and indignation.

'Don't let the mistress notice… Don't let anyone notice…'

Tia repeated these thoughts in her mind, forcing herself to endure.

Behind her, Shia let out a soft chuckle before raising his voice, his tone smooth and unbothered by Lilith's earlier provocations.

"We've almost finished eating. Nia, why don't you entertain our guest? Rong, could you clear the table and clean up the dishes?"

His composed and authoritative demeanor made him seem like a proper master of the house.

Even though her ego had taken a hit, Lilith saw this as an opportunity to restore her image. Straightening her posture, she turned toward Nia.

"No need to trouble anyone else, Tia can handle it. My people are your people, after all. Don't hesitate to ask for help."

Tia, still flushed from Shia's actions, nodded stiffly, her posture somewhat awkward as she clasped her thighs tightly together.

"Understood," she replied softly.

Finally free from Shia's torment, she let out a small sigh of relief as she gathered the dishes and headed toward the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Rong moved to prepare tea at Shia's request, shooting Lilith a glance of distaste but following his orders without complaint.

The three girls relocated to the sitting room, taking positions at three different corners.

Lilith's original intention had been to cozy up to the elven princess, but Nia's frosty demeanor made that impossible.

Nia couldn't hide her aversion.

Lilith's slightest attempt to get close was met with sharp, piercing glares.

Yet, even this rejection seemed to delight Lilith.

'She's looking at me~!'

What Lilith failed to notice was that Shia hadn't joined them.

Not that it would've mattered to her.

In the kitchen, Tia finished putting away the dishes and turned, only to come face-to-face with Shia.

Startled, her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly forced herself to remain calm.

"Shia," she began, "we need to talk. You need to recognize reality."

Tia couldn't let something like that happen again.

It was time to clear up the misunderstandings.