Chapter 38: A Maid’s Misunderstanding and a Shared Bath

Eileen returned to her room, Liana’s words still swirling in her mind. Her thoughts felt chaotic. Why were the Dragon Slayers of today so utterly different from those Eileen had encountered in the past?

“E-E-E-E-E… Eileen!” Setia suddenly cried out, her voice loud.

“What is it, Lady Faltis…?” Even as Eileen spoke, she realized exactly why Setia had called her name so loudly.

Eileen had developed a muscle memory. Upon entering the room, she had immediately begun preparing hot water and reaching out to undress Faltis.

But… Faltis was not here. Standing before Eileen was Setia.

Setia was now almost completely stripped by Eileen, with only a few pieces of black undergarments remaining.

They were simple, devoid of any ostentatious decoration. The black bra tightly encased Setia’s slightly rising ‘little steamed buns.’

They were small, and rather endearing.

She covered her chest with both hands, her face flushed crimson. “Eileen! It’s me, Setia!”

“Cough, cough.” Eileen let out a couple of awkward coughs.

She had been entirely lost in Liana’s words just moments ago.

“Of course I know you’re Setia,” Eileen stated.

“You’re lying! You clearly just said Lady Faltis’s name!” Setia was not deaf; she had heard it crystal clear.

‘And you’ve truly grown to love being a maid! You’re thinking about Lady Faltis all the time!’

“No, no. Helping my mistress bathe and change—these are simply duties a maid should perform,” Eileen explained.

‘What kind of duty is that?! When I was Lady Faltis’s maid, I never heard of such a requirement!’

‘Just how wild do Lady Faltis and Eileen get in private?’

Adopting a ‘since we’re here anyway’ attitude, Eileen inquired, “So, shall we continue? Or will you wash yourself, Setia?”

“I can myself…” Setia’s words trailed off midway. ‘If I miss this chance while soaking in the water, I might never get another one…’

‘Forgive me, Lady Faltis! I’ll leave any future punishment to my future self! Please, future me!’

“Then… please help me,” Setia said, her entire body submerged in the water, only her head exposed for breathing.

‘Glug-glug!’ Bubbles continuously rose to the surface.

Eileen tossed a bath towel to Setia. “Those… you can take off yourself, can’t you?”

“Mm…” Setia’s face was red. “You’re not allowed to peek.”

“I know,” Eileen replied, turning her back to her.

Eileen wasn’t sure why, upon seeing Setia’s body, she didn’t feel any shyness or embarrassment.

This wasn’t to say Setia’s body lacked charm; quite the opposite. Setia’s figure was unexpectedly good, and it was Eileen’s first time seeing her undressed.

The slightly rising ‘little steamed buns,’ the defined abs on her lower abdomen, and the perfectly toned muscle lines on her limbs—there wasn’t an ounce of superfluous flesh anywhere. She looked beautiful. Because Setia usually wore a maid’s uniform, Eileen hadn’t realized this.

Beneath the delicate maid’s uniform lay lines full of strength. This striking contrast created a very pleasant sensation.

As for why she felt nothing, perhaps it was because Setia wasn’t as aggressive as Faltis. Or perhaps it was because Setia’s body was a size smaller than her own, and coupled with that pitiful look beneath her bangs, it evoked a desire to protect her?

“It’s… it’s ready!” Setia’s voice reached her.

Eileen turned around. Setia had already wrapped herself in the towel.

Eileen approached Setia. “Miss Setia, which essential oil do you prefer?”

Before leaving the room, Eileen had brought several bottles of essential oils from the cabinet.

“Which one do you like, Eileen?” Setia countered.

“Me?” Eileen couldn’t really say which one she liked. She wasn’t particularly interested in such things, nor had she ever specifically studied them.

It was simply because Faltis liked them. Eileen pondered for a moment. “Jasmine, perhaps?”

“Why do you like that scent?” Setia asked.

Eileen just smiled, offering no answer. ‘Don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked!’

Was Eileen supposed to say it was because Faltis often made her use that scent to warm the bed, and over time, she had simply grown fond of it?!

“Hehe, if you don’t want to say, then don’t,” Setia said, sticking out her tongue.

“Then let’s use the one you like,” Setia said, soaking in the tub.

“Alright.” Eileen gently untied the bath towel from Setia’s body.

She could feel Setia’s body tense slightly. Setia held a bar of soap, applying it to Eileen’s back.

Setia felt a tickling sensation on her back. “Eileen, do you usually bathe Lady Faltis like this?”

“More or less?” Although, for the most part, Eileen was usually the passive one.

“That’s nice,” Setia said with a hint of envy.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Setia narrowed her eyes, no longer thinking. Whatever punishment awaited her back home no longer mattered; at least she was enjoying herself now.

“By the way, Setia, your figure is really great,” Eileen said, gently squeezing Setia’s small arm. “Do you exercise regularly?”

“?” Setia was still a little shy, but she had grown somewhat accustomed to it by now.

She knew very well that Eileen was a bit of an airhead; she simply said whatever came to mind.

“Because my talent for magic is truly terrible, I can only improve myself through this method,” Setia explained. “And! What do you mean my figure is good?! Yours is clearly better!”

‘We eat pretty much the same things usually, so why is there such a huge difference?’

Over the past five years, Setia had personally watched Eileen’s figure gradually grow from being similar to her own to a scale comparable to Lady Faltis’s.

‘Did those two use some magical spell in private?’

Setia looked at Eileen, gathering her courage. “Can I… touch it again?”

“Mm… sure.” Eileen nodded without much hesitation.

Setia placed her hand on Eileen’s chest. Although separated by the maid’s uniform, she could still feel the soft texture.

“You’ve worked very hard. I can tell you’re very afraid of humans.” Eileen pressed Setia’s head against her chest.

Though she wasn’t entirely sure why a dragon would be so afraid of humans.

And… did Setia just say ‘again?’

‘Perhaps I misheard.’