|Author: Grim Reaper Anubis||Original Source: SFACG||Word Count: 1900 characters|
|Translator: Silva||English Source: Re:Library||Word Count: 1371 words|
After the meal, I washed the plates and tableware. Looking at the squeaky clean utensils placed back at where they originally belong, I let out a satisfied sigh.
As the saintess, you might have thought I’d feel wronged for being made to wash the dishes right? That’s only true if I had been living like royalty, it was fortunate that the archbishop raised me to be independent from a young age. That’s why, as far as I’m concerned, it was just washing another person worth of plates.
By the time I returned to the living room, I found that the hero was already sleeping on the sofa.
I guess it’s true when they say people are liable to get sleepy on a full stomach?
But how can she sleep in a place like this? Geez, she’s really hopeless. I fetched a blanket and gently placed it on her.
I observed her cute sleeping face, she looked to be about the same age as me. In fact, I took note of it earlier, if it was only the height, she might just be a little shorter than me. She looked so frail and yet she’s the prophesized hero who will defeat that person. Just what kind of power is she hiding in that frail-looking body of hers? I am looking forward to it.
Maybe she is very good at hiding her power, that’s why I couldn’t discover anything on our first day of interaction.
But it doesn’t matter, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
It’s no wonder Tristina wanted me to stay by her side. Alright, as the saintess, I will definitely guide her well!
Time passed by quickly, the sunset quickly turned into nightfall. In order to let her sleep peacefully, I quietly retreated to my room to sort out my luggage. Immediately after that, I arrived at the bathroom.
In all my fifteen years, I had strictly followed the archbishop’s instruction and bathed alone all this time. I had never gone to the communal bathroom once. Now that I thought about it, that was to prevent my identity as a boy to be exposed.
I locked the door to the bathroom. After I made sure everything was fine, I finally took off the maid costume I’d spent a long time to put on.
Ever since I learned that I was a boy, I had been too embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror1… I quickly arrived in front of the shower and washed my body.
——I washed my guilt along with it.
But no matter how much I wash it, the fact that I’m a boy wouldn’t change…
Due to frying the goblin peas earlier, the smell of oil had permeated into my hair. Only after using a large quantity of shampoo did I manage to wash off the smell.
When I finished showering, I wiped my hair dry and put on a nightgown. I had been wearing a dress to sleep for the last fifteen years. It wasn’t easy to change out of this habit even after learning that I was in fact a boy.
I noticed a subtle psychological response, I was fine with the church dress and nightgown, as long as they were clothes that I was used to wearing before learning the truth, I wouldn’t feel repulsed by them.
On the contrary, I’d feel ashamed to wear clothes that I wasn’t used to wearing, such as the maid costume. Just why?
I returned to the living room and the hero was still fast asleep. I stayed with her until my hair was dried by the warm fireplace.
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It was already late at night. I wrote a letter to tell Tristina that everything was fine. Then I entrusted it to the delivery bird. That’s a kind of bird with magic, so they would never fail to deliver the letter to the intended target.
After completing my final task of the day, I jumped into my bed. The silky nightgown felt very comfortable as it rubbed on my skin and I quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, I put on the maid costume after I finished getting myself ready. Today’s me is a little different from yesterday’s me!
As for the difference— Yep… Just as I planned while on the carriage yesterday, I had changed into a pair of black stockings!
I looked at my own legs in the full-length mirror before me. It looked a little different from my imagination, so I felt a little embarrassed…
Was it because the stockings weren’t thick enough? When I wore it, they were somewhat transparent and the color of flesh was slightly visible. The subtlety of it made me a little scared to wear it outside.
Furthermore, rather than making my legs look thinner, now they just look skinny. It looked a little awkward from the knee down… Were my legs not straight enough? That shouldn’t be possible.
After much consideration, I still felt that it would be better if the lining was thicker. Sigh, I made the wrong purchase, it’s such a waste. I faced the mirror resentfully and took off the stockings.
Then, what should I wear?
I put on the over-the-knee socks that came in pair with the maid costume. It gave the feel of the absolute territory2 when I put it on, but then why would I be feeling ashamed when I wear this?
First of all, it shouldn’t be related to the lace on the stockings. Some of my panties were also laced. In other words, I should be able to accept those things.
But of course, the thing about lacing was that wearing it on the inside for yourself to see and wearing it outside for others to see were two completely different experiences. And the latter would make me feel embarrassed.
I had apparently found the answer while I was pondering.
And the answer is— the ribbons on the stockings.
No matter how many times Tristina repeated that it would look cute on me, it was all for nothing. In the face of such a cute yet shameful ribbon, my recently awakened male dignity would abstain from it!
Especially when it was paired up with the maid costume, it would make me strongly react to it and raise my feeling of shame to the max.
After pondering for a while, I decided to use a scissor to cut out the ribbons and left the lacing untouched. When that was done, I looked at myself in the mirror again, and sure enough, it wasn’t as embarrassing anymore.
Mmm~ It felt like a burden off my chest.
Then I finally left the room to welcome a new day
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At breakfast, I served the hero milk and sandwich with egg and ham. For nutritional balance, I added a slice of avocado to the menu.
“Were you the one who put the blanket on me last night?” She asked while eating the sandwich.
“Mhm, I’m afraid you might catch a cold.”
She lowered her head and chewed the sandwich in silence.
Looking at her eating the breakfast I prepared, I thought to myself that I might have the natural talent to look after people?
“Yesterday, you told me magic exists in this world.”
I nodded, “That’s right.”
“I’m… a bit curious,” she asked, “how do you learn magic?”
I stared blankly for a moment as I became aware that this would be the third request of the hero after the villa and silver-haired maid.
“You want to learn magic?”
Lemme think about it——
Oh, that’s it!
“I can invite my sister to teach you,” I answered.
“Your sister? Is she reliable?” She looked at me, slightly concerned.
“No problem at all! She was once the second-ranked honor student at the magic academy.”
That’s all I’ll say, if I said any more than this, she might start questioning how a simple maid like me would know someone as great as that.
“Oh? Your sister is pretty amazing then. Who’s the first-ranked?”
“The first-ranked is…”
I involuntarily tightened my hold on the spherical tray in my hands. Since she asked, I had no choice but to answer.
“That’s the… Demon King.”3
- she’s referring to her “little brother”
- Kek… so the Demon King was once a student?
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