Chapter 16 - Fallen Angel Turned Maid?! Mittelt’s Unexpected New Life!

{Mittelt's POV}

The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the kitchen, mixing with the faint morning chill.

Mittelt stood by the counter, arms crossed, golden eyes narrowed at the luxurious surroundings she still wasn't used to. The high ceilings, the expensive furniture, the polished marble floors—this wasn't her world.

Not until now.

Her feathery wings twitched, a subconscious reaction to the conflict brewing inside her.

She glanced down, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her outfit—the one Malrik had given her.

A maid uniform.

Of all things.

She scoffed, adjusting the skirt, muttering under her breath.

"How the hell did my life turn into this?"

A few days ago, she had been a Fallen Angel assassin.

Following Raynare's orders.

Hunting down threats.

Looking down on weak humans.

And now?

She was in a rich boy's mansion, making coffee like some anime heroine in a slice-of-life show.

Her lip curled slightly, irritation bubbling up as she poured the coffee into an expensive-looking cup.

"I should be out there, plotting something, fighting, doing… anything but this."

But even as she grumbled, she couldn't deny the strange, lingering comfort in her situation.

Her golden eyes flickered toward the hallway, toward his room.

Malrik.

The cocky, smug bastard who had defeated her—without even taking her seriously.

The one who had every right to kill her… but didn't.

Instead—

He teased her.

Mocked her.

Gave her a ridiculous maid uniform and told her to "be useful."

And the worst part?

She didn't hate it.

She should.

She should be angry, should want to escape, should want to get revenge.

But… she didn't feel any of that.

She felt safer here than she ever did under Raynare.

Raynare had been cold. Manipulative. Willing to kill anyone if it suited her.

With Malrik?

He had power, but he wasn't cruel.

He was arrogant, but not ruthless.

He saw her as something more than just a disposable pawn.

And that bothered her more than she cared to admit.

Mittelt sighed, running her fingers over the smooth fabric of the uniform again.

It fit perfectly.

Like it had been made for her.

That realization sent a small shiver down her spine—not that she'd ever admit it.

"Tch. He's too cocky… but at least he's not boring."

The thought lingered as she finished preparing breakfast. 

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{Malrik's POV}

The scent of freshly brewed coffee greeted me as I strolled into the dining room, still stretching the last remnants of sleep from my body.

I had to admit—waking up in a mansion with a tsundere Fallen Angel maid wasn't something I ever expected.

But here we were.

And there she was—Mittelt, standing by the table, wings slightly ruffled, but otherwise composed as she set down a steaming cup in front of me.

Then—

"Your coffee, Master."

I nearly choked.

I stared at her, blinking.

"Master?!"

She smirked, golden eyes glinting with amusement as she leaned in slightly, resting a hand on her hip.

"What can I say? Might as well get used to it."

I narrowed my eyes, studying her.

There was a challenge hidden in her gaze, her usual defiance tinged with amusement instead of irritation.

I let out a slow exhale, grinning lazily as I lifted the coffee to my lips.

"You adapted fast."

She shrugged, shifting her weight with that signature air of false indifference.

"Tch. If I have to be stuck in this place, I might as well do it right."

"Oh? So you've finally accepted your fate?"

Her wings twitched at that, her smirk faltering for half a second before she covered it up.

"Don't get cocky."

I chuckled, setting my coffee down.

"Too late."

The tension between us had shifted.

Just Yesterday, she was fighting me, throwing light spears like her life depended on it.

Now?

She was calling me 'Master'—even if it was just to mess with me.

"So?" I mused, tilting my head. "How does it feel?"

"What?" She gave me a skeptical look.

"Serving a superior being."

She snorted.

"Please. If I really believed that, I'd be feeding you grapes and fanning you with palm leaves."

I tapped my chin, feigning deep thought.

"That can be arranged."

She rolled her eyes, but I caught the way her lips twitched, barely hiding a smile.

She was enjoying this.

And so was I.

As she moved around the table, setting down a plate, I couldn't help but observe her.

Something about her was different.

Her usual sharp edges were still there, but there was a comfort in her movements, a lack of the hostility she once carried.

She wasn't just tolerating this life.

She was starting to accept it.

I didn't comment on it, though.

No need to push her too fast.

Instead, I leaned back, smirking as she sat across from me.

"Careful, Mittelt. Keep this up, and I might start thinking you actually like being here."

She paused mid-bite, golden eyes flicking up to meet mine.

For a moment, she didn't answer.

Then—

She scoffed, looking away.

"Tch. Don't get used to it."

But she didn't deny it.

And that said everything.