Chapter 6: A Royal Embarrassment

“Just came in.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Xiamiya answered with a light laugh. Though the Third Saint Princess of the Theocracy still seemed tranquil, her heart was already offering fervent thanks, praising the heavens.

Oh, thank goodness!

I wasn’t discovered! My life was spared! Oh yeah!

Anxiety and panic were instantly swept away, replaced by the profound joy of escaping a near-death experience.

Had You not been watching, Xiamiya might have started bouncing on the spot.

Silently, You observed the rainbow-hued eyes of Xiamiya, which subtly betrayed her hidden delight. He said nothing more.

And so, he simply watched her in silence.

Xiamiya.

Xiamiya Seraphiel.

You’s new master, the new Palace Lord of Starfall Palace.

And also, the Saint Princess of the Theocracy of Ophelia.

Though she held the esteemed title of the Third Saint Princess of the Theocracy of Ophelia, she was a princess in name only.

She wielded no real power, was scorned by her own people, and privately, everyone referred to her as ‘Sablier’s Cursed Child’.

Before being brought back to the Saint King’s Palace by the Saint King, she had always lived in the slums of Sablier.

Undoubtedly, she was a master with a tragic past.

Three years prior, while journeying to the Holy Sanctuary for training, she was ambushed by assassins.

Her entire escort of dozens perished. Yet, in the instant her head was nearly severed, this Third Saint Princess miraculously gained the qualification of an Evil God, awakening You from his slumber within Starfall Palace.

For such a new summoner, You wasn’t just greatly disappointed; he was utterly resigned to his fate.

Unlike the powerful, majestic, and ruthless masters You envisioned, this girl, Xiamiya, possessed none of the ‘virtues’ he valued. She was utterly incompatible with the role of an Evil God.

Physically robust? She was nothing more than a scrawny, frail little girl.

Majestic? She appeared soft and delicate, as timid and fearful as a small rabbit.

A ruthless heart? Logically, a girl who had been abused and bullied day in and day out should harbor deep resentment towards society. Yet, this girl seemed to possess a surprising amount of kindness.

Not only did she care for her so-called companions, but she even wished to forgive the maid who had betrayed her.

…

In short, she bore absolutely no resemblance to a qualified Evil God.

Among You’s one thousand three hundred and twenty-two trials, this girl, Xiamiya, was undoubtedly the most preposterous candidate he had ever encountered.

Indeed, the moment he was summoned, upon seeing such a young girl still intent on risking her life to save others, You even wondered if Starfall Palace’s master-recognition system had malfunctioned.

After all, it had been operating for over a hundred thousand years; a few glitches seemed quite normal.

Nevertheless, as the Grand Steward of Starfall Palace, You could not possibly stand by and watch his master perish.

Ultimately, he slew those wretched individuals who dared to harm Xiamiya and protected the Third Saint Princess. It was then that You began to regret his actions.

By all accounts, as the Steward of Starfall Palace, he had always been the strongest assistant, accompanying the qualified candidates in all previous trials. He was meant to aid the Evil God candidates, leading the denizens of Starfall Palace towards the goal of world destruction and achieving the form of a complete Evil God.

This time, however, he had become a nanny.

His experience over the past year, constantly comforting and caring for a reclusive girl, had left You questioning the very meaning of his existence.

Not just a year ago, but even now, recalling those unbearable memories still made You helplessly rub his forehead.

Moreover, and most importantly, even after a year of cultivation, the girl still showed no semblance of an Evil God.

…

‘Alas, had he truly chosen incorrectly?’

As he watched Xiamiya, who was inwardly beaming with self-satisfaction, You couldn’t help but ask himself this question.

No matter. Since the decision had been made, he would simply observe in silence. At least for now, his master’s trial had not yet failed.

However,

…

After shifting his gaze to Xiamiya’s lower body and the expansive bedsheet, You slowly spoke.

“Master, it seems you spilled some water when you were drinking just now. Allow me to clean it for you.”

“Hmm?” Upon hearing this, Xiamiya paused, tilting her head in confusion as she glanced at the water glass beside her.

‘Hmm? It didn’t spill? If it didn’t spill, why would You suddenly say that?’

‘Huh? Now that he mentions it, why does my lower body feel a little damp?’

Frowning, Xiamiya instinctively lowered her head, her gaze fixing on a spreading wet stain on the bedsheet. It was clearly a water mark…

In that moment, an embarrassing truth suddenly dawned on Xiamiya.

‘Earlier, during the assassin attack, she seemed to have… accidentally, been so terrified that she wet herself.’

??!!!

“Huh!!!!”

In an instant, the crushing reality shattered Xiamiya’s barely maintained composure.

The cherry-haired girl’s face abruptly flushed crimson, turning her into a rosy-red apple. A wave of shame washed over her, making Xiamiya’s heart pound furiously.

She felt as though she had been plunged into icy water, cold and utterly mortified. Clamping her legs together, Xiamiya hastily pulled the blanket from the bedside, attempting to conceal the embarrassing mark with clumsy, urgent movements.

Her eyes were filled with shame and dread, terrified of You witnessing this scene.

‘Well, even though he’s already seen it…’

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

‘I, I actually…’

‘Oh, it’s so, so humiliating…’

For a moment, the cherry-haired girl’s mind was in utter disarray.

However, after a brief mental shutdown caused by shame, a flicker of shrewdness appeared in Xiamiya’s slightly calmer eyes.

‘Wait? You doesn’t seem to have noticed? He thinks it’s spilled water?’

‘Oh, that’s right! You is an energy being; he doesn’t have a nose, so he can’t smell anything! No wonder he can’t tell the difference.’

‘Plus, I’m a ‘qualified’ Evil God candidate now~. An Evil God candidate wetting the bed from fright… how could that be~?’

‘Exactly, how could that be~ Phew~ Thank goodness~’

With this thought, Xiamiya patted her chest, letting out another sigh of relief as the blush on her face gradually faded.

Then, the Third Saint Princess abandoned her attempts at concealment. She casually patted the damp bedsheet and her slightly wet skirt, and following You’s lead, Xiamiya slowly began to speak.

“Ah, those Shadow Soldiers are truly too rough. Killing a few small assassins created such a commotion that my peach water spilled. How troublesome, now I’ll have to change my nightgown and the sheets~”

Xiamiya explained to herself, a weary expression on her face.

Observing the self-satisfied Xiamiya, You felt no ripple of emotion.

‘How to put it? He’s used to it…’

‘He’ll train her slowly, take his time. *Sigh*…’

Then, ignoring Xiamiya, who was still explaining to herself and seeking psychological comfort, You silently drifted towards the foot of the bed, surveying the smoke-filled Saint King’s Palace around them.

‘Outside, it’s truly noisy.’

‘The master has just returned from the Holy Land, and they’re already sending assassins? Troublesome individuals, as always…’

‘The master needs a good rest schedule to adjust her physical condition, yet these scoundrels dare to disturb her sleep.’

‘Perhaps a little lesson is in order.’

As this thought crossed his mind, an unsettling aura of malevolence gradually emanated from around the silver-haired youth.

Simultaneously, a surge of silver Abyssal power subtly radiated outwards from You, spreading invisibly in all directions.

[Xianming… make those noisy individuals quiet. They are disturbing the Evil God’s rest.]

As the power fluctuations spread, a melodious and pleasing female voice, imbued with profound respect, swiftly echoed from the shadows into You’s ears as a reply.

[As you command, Grand Steward.]