Chapter 226: Household All-Purpose Princess Handmaiden

Chapter 226: Household All-Purpose Princess Handmaiden

"His Majesty Az, may I ask what's going on with that person in the villa?"

When I stormed into the Imperial Palace in a rage, the Loot Source was buried in a mountain of documents, a gold-ornamented quill pen in his hand rapidly scribbling away. Seeing me burst in, he seemed to have expected it; he calmly put down his pen and looked up at me.

"Elder, please calm your anger. I was also forced by circumstances."

"What kind of circumstances force you to put her in my home?" I glared back coldly.

"Elder probably forgot, but she is a level 15 mercenary after all, and very familiar with the Imperial Palace. If I left her in the Imperial Palace, do you think I could sleep soundly?" Azra shrugged his shoulders, looking pitiful as if about to burst into tears.

"This..."

I was speechless. I couldn't possibly say, "Actually, this action was her plan, so feel free to leave her in the Imperial Palace. She's definitely more harmless than any other creature."

And from the perspective of someone unaware, it wasn't surprising that the Loot Source had such concerns. I had "held" her as a hostage, driven her father from power, and turned her from a high and mighty Kingdom Princess into a prisoner. Even if he were more magnanimous, he couldn't possibly keep such a time bomb by his side.

"Your Excellency, ensuring my cousin's family lives out the rest of their lives without worry for food and clothing is the greatest concession This King can make. Please also understand This King's difficulties." Seeing my expression gradually soften, Azra quickly struck while the iron was hot.

So, giving me a home was just an excuse; the ultimate goal was to get rid of this time bomb by his side. I knew it, this Loot Source didn't look like such a generous person.

"If that's the case, then you should have told me clearly from the start. Do you think I'm someone who doesn't listen to reason?"

"Wasn't I trying to give the Elder a surprise? Although her personality is a bit eccentric, Moli Sha is known among those who have seen her appearance in the circle as the 'Flower of Lut Gholein'!" Azra revealed an ambiguous smile that all men understood implicitly.

"I am not that kind of person."

I put my hands behind my back with righteous indignation, gazing into the radiant sunlight outside the window, feeling that my pure inner heart was witnessed by the sun and moon.

"Yes, yes, the Elder certainly doesn't seem like someone who would be tempted by beauty." Azra wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and agreed with a smile.

After reluctantly bidding farewell to Prince Az, I strode towards the Mage Guild, kicked open Mage Tarun's door, and asked directly.

"Mage Tarun. I'm introducing a new member to your Mage Guild. Not only is she young and promising with exceptional aptitude, but most importantly, this person is also very easy to take care of!" I said in a tempting tone.

"Hoo hoo—"

Tarun, buried in a sea of books, looked up. He held a large bowl in his left hand and swung two bamboo chopsticks in his right. Startled by me, his hands froze open, noodles still hanging from his mouth. He looked comical, like a mitten crab spitting foam.

"Oh, it's Your Excellency," he subconsciously replied. As soon as he opened his mouth, the noodles slid down his beard like a waterfall...

"How about it? I'll waive the introduction fee." I forcibly suppressed my smile and put my hand on his shoulder, looking like you'd just stumbled upon a great deal.

"There's such a good thing?"

He stared at me blankly, his brain seemingly not having caught up yet. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"This... this... Your Excellency, you may not know, but recently the Mage Guild has been overstaffed and disorganized. I was just preparing to reorganize and lay off personnel. How could I possibly take in newbies?"

He jumped away from me as if he'd seen a ghost, as if I were carrying a new infectious pathogen. He spoke in panic, then slapped his head, acting as if he had suddenly remembered something important.

"Oh, look at me, I completely forgot. I still have a banquet to attend. So, Your Excellency, I'll be taking my leave first." After saying that, his feet seemed to have fire wheels attached. He disappeared with a whoosh, leaving no trace.

"Good thing I was quick-witted. If she came here... our Mage Guild would be..." Tarun muttered softly to himself from afar.

"..."

Attend a banquet? I looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, half-eaten noodles still inside—even if you're going to make an excuse, at least make a better one.

At Ryan's large villa, I walked around the entire villa once, then sat opposite Ryan, striking a deep thinker's posture.

"Don't you think this villa is a bit too empty?"

"Oh? Does Elder have any good suggestions?" Ryan, immersed in his books, replied without lifting his head.

"I think you need a granddaughter!!" I answered decisively.

"..."

I absolutely will not admit that I walked out under Ryan's pitying gaze. On the way back, I thought gloomily.

Opening the doorway, that white figure was still standing in her original position, maintaining that seemingly eternal posture. I could guarantee that she hadn't moved at all during the time I was gone. Staring blankly and acting foolishly was her only unique hidden class skill.

"Welcome back, darling master. Would you like to eat first, or bathe first, or perhaps—"

She took small steps forward, gently resting her face against my chest, her index finger tracing circles on a sensitive spot on my chest.

"If your expression were a little more shy, perhaps I'd be happier."

I gazed at her indifferent eyes, which were completely contrary to her enthusiastic actions. From her bright yellow eyes, which lacked emotions, it was easy to imagine the blank expression on the face hidden beneath the veil. It was like a doll leaning against me; it was really hard to get excited.

From a superior angle, I pressed one hand down on the soft, fluffy large hat on her head and rubbed it hard several times before asking, satisfied.

"So, I want to know your thoughts now."

In the hall, I stretched out on the wicker chair. Directly in front was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, inlaid with glass more precious than gold. From here, I could easily see the garden in the courtyard outside the window, and I could even open the window to enjoy the cool breeze blowing in from outside. Oh my, to get rid of the Three-No Princess, this Loot Source really went to great cost.

Moli Sha stood quietly behind me. Her posture and expression were clearly reflected in the glass—her hands were clasped below her abdomen, her heels together. Her petite body was held perfectly straight. With such a standard and perfect handmaiden posture, it was hard to imagine that just a few days ago she was a noble princess.

"Nothing." With a slight parting of her cherry lips, she replied with her usual catchphrase.

"Don't you want to be with your family?"

"Nothing."

"Are you willing to be a lowly handmaiden?"

"Nothing."

"Do you know a handmaiden's work? You must agree even if the master's demands are excessive."

"Nothing."

"..."

"..."

I'm defeated, completely defeated. Competing with this Three-No Princess is simply digging one's own grave.

To change my mood, I changed the topic.

"What's that building that looks like a storeroom?" I suddenly remembered the tall, cylindrical mystery building behind the villa, which was at least three or four times the size of the villa.

"That's... the handmaiden's room." Moli Sha turned her head to the left, avoiding my confused gaze.

"Really?" You're the only handmaiden, right? Does it need to be that big?

"..."

"Library..." After a long pause, Moli Sha's voice, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, softly sounded.

"What?" I didn't hear clearly.

"That... is the library."

She suddenly turned her head, and a trace of emotion, difficult to detect, finally appeared in her indifferent eyes—three parts annoyance, seven parts shyness. It was as if she were a cornered rabbit, staring at me intensely through the glass.

"Uh, no. Nothing—"

I was startled and mumbled in response, but in my heart, I was mentally slicing that Loot Source into a thousand pieces. No wonder the house felt like it was hastily built. This conspiracy must have started brewing and being implemented in the Loot Source's brain ever since I won that night.

"..."

The atmosphere immediately fell silent. The Three-No Princess, who wasn't good at talking to begin with, stood behind me expressionlessly, looking completely at ease. Only I felt awkward.

"Cough cough. By the way, what was going on at the doorway just now? Who taught you to do that?"

I coughed unnaturally a few times. If I thought back carefully, I could see that Moli Sha's four greetings were all different. To describe it appropriately, each one was more ambiguous than the last, and the final one was downright suggestive. I didn't think she was a girl who would make such a fawning posture.

"That...?" Moli Sha pondered for a moment. With a slight flip of her small hand, she produced a book like a magic trick and handed it to me.

"I learned it from here, the method of being a handmaiden."

I took it and looked. A string of writing covering the entire cover immediately filled my vision.

The Secret Bedtime Secrets That Young and Energetic Single Barons and Their Beautiful and Cute Handmaidens Have to Talk About!!?

What... what kind of ridiculous book title is this?

"Where did you get this kind of book?" I asked, pretending to faint at the sight of the cover.

"I found it while moving the Royal Palace Library. Since it's related to my current work, I kept it for reference. Do you need it, darling master? There's an entire series." The Three-No Princess replied in her usual emotionless tone, then quickly produced over ten more similar books.

"Bedtime Games of Energetic Single Viscounts and Their Petite and Lovable Female Servants", "A Passionate Day with the Butterfly Countess and Her Knights"...

I stared dumbfounded at this stack of books filled with strong suggestive and ridiculous content, speechless for a moment.

"Confiscated!!"

After a while, I moved all these books to the other side and said decisively.

"You're not old enough to read these books."

I stood up, rubbed her soft, fluffy meat bun hat a few times, and collected the books under her confused gaze. I then hurried upstairs to my room, preparing to "destroy the evidence". However, I didn't expect there to be such books in the Diablo world. Hmm, the content is also...

I casually flipped through a few pages, nodding as I went. How should I describe it? The vocabulary of the Dark Continent is so rich and exquisite, the description so delicate and vivid. It's no less than that of the Chinese nation, which boasts five thousand years of accumulation. Profound and extensive, yes, very profound and extensive!

"Speaking of which, uh, Moli Sha, what exactly do you plan to do?"

After carefully hiding the books, ensuring that not even a rat could find them, I returned to the hall downstairs. Seeing her still standing there blankly, I couldn't help but ask curiously. Or rather, what exactly *can* you do?

This seemed to be the first time I had formally called her by her name. I couldn't keep calling her Princess like before.

"Anything." She maintained her posture, turning one hundred eighty degrees to face me.

Please don't give such a suggestive answer, okay? I shook my head in annoyance, looking at her from head to toe. Her skin was as delicate and fair as milk, her figure as petite and exquisite as a doll, and she wore a well-tailored fine dress. It was clear she was the daughter of some noble family. I couldn't help but wonder, did she have the self-care ability? If I went out on adventures, would she starve herself to death alone at home?

Do I have to hire another handmaiden to take care of her? Speaking of which, in that case, is she here to be a handmaiden or a master? My head started to hurt again. Forget it, I'll ignore her for now.

However, this time I misjudged. As nightfall descended and my stomach growled like an alarm clock, I was about to go out to celebrate moving into a new home with the Three-No Princess when an enticing scent drifted over from afar. I widened my eyes, looking in disbelief at the dining table, which had been empty moments before. At some point, it was filled with mouth-watering dishes.

On the other side, Moli Sha was placing a plate of steaming braised meat slices on the table. She wore a white apron, and her meat bun-shaped large hat had likely been removed because it was inconvenient. Her waist-length black long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the veil on her face was also removed. If you ignored her lifeless expression, she would undoubtedly stun any man at this moment.

"Master, dinner is ready."

She stepped aside and pulled out the chair at the master's position at the oval dining table. I believe that even the most critical head maid couldn't find fault with her posture. Of course, her expression still had to be excluded; a handmaiden can't have such a sour face.

This was the Princess's service! I sat down gratefully, drooling at the sight of the rich spread of dishes on the table.

"Then, I shall take my leave." After serving me and helping me sit down, Moli Sha bowed.

"Where are you going? Aren't you eating with me?" I turned my head, looking at her in confusion.

"After Master finishes, I will eat in the kitchen," she replied concisely.

My mouth wide open, I was about to say something, but then I suddenly paused, sighed helplessly, and watched her figure leave.

I'm not someone who is particular about rules. The thought of Moli Sha, who had worked so hard to prepare a table full of food, eating leftovers alone in the kitchen corner under the dim candlelight, just thinking about that scene made me feel like I was abusing a loli.

But unfortunately, the Little Ghost woke up just then and looked at the table of dishes with shining eyes. I knew she never appeared in front of outsiders. Weighing the options, I suppressed the urge to make Moli Sha stay.

"Wah wah!!"

After Moli Sha's figure disappeared, the Little Ghost eagerly floated out from inside. Her pink small tongue kept licking her cherry lips, looking like a hungry ghost reincarnated.

"Hey hey, watch your image..." Before I could finish speaking, she floated onto the dining table. Without even using her hands, she opened her mouth wide and "chomp!" bit into a huge steak.

What kind of Saintess is this? More like a little dog, I looked at her messy appearance, fighting with the steak with oil dripping from her mouth, and couldn't help but laugh dumbfoundedly.

A table full of dishes was cleared in no time. Don't misunderstand, I don't have such a good appetite. At least two-thirds of the food was eaten by the Little Ghost. I really don't know how her small waist, which I could grasp with one hand, could hold all that. Or is it that ghosts can ignore spatial law? That kind of rule is too ridiculous, like a setting where aliens can definitely shoot death rays from their hands, mouths, or eyes.

When her demonic hand reached for the last bit of leftovers, I quickly delivered a hand chop from the sky onto her head.

"Waaah!!"

The Little Ghost, who had suffered a sudden attack, finally came to her senses from the temptation of the delicious food. Her apricot eyes widened as she glared at me.

"How dare you interrupt This Saintess's meal! Don't think you can get away with it easily this time. Prepare to become the feces of a deep-sea ten-thousand year giant overlord octopus!"

The resentment for food made the Little Ghost explode instantly. She had a fierce but cute expression, pouting her greasy small mouth as she lunged at me. Unfortunately, her posture lacked attack rating; it looked more like she was actively throwing herself into my arms.

"I don't care about you. Aren't you afraid of getting a stomach ache?"

I dodged, causing her to miss, then locked onto her small waist from the side. I firmly slapped her beautifully shaped buttocks with my big hand. It was already cruel enough to make Moli Sha eat leftovers. If I didn't even leave her any leftovers, I would definitely be struck by lightning. It was about time this Little Ghost calmed down.

(end of chapter)