Chapter 38: I Want to See Big Sister Wear a Pink Maid Outfit

“Alright then, hurry it up.
Oh, right—when I’m working tomorrow, I’m changing into a maid outfit.
That one… is just too shameless.”

“I’m afraid that won’t work.”

“You’re agreeing to all the other conditions, so why is the simplest one the only thing you won’t agree to?”

“Well… didn’t I tell you already?
The maid café I run is originally associated with that kind of business.
In that situation, if the maids aren’t sexy enough, it’ll raise suspicion.”

“I thought you were just joking!
And I didn’t see anything like that written on your signboard at all!”

“Hehe, the café hasn’t officially opened yet, so of course the sign is covered up~”

“You really can’t blame me for this.
If you don’t wear that maid outfit, the nobles who come to the shop will easily notice something’s off.
So you absolutely have to wear it!”

Peletti opened her mouth to argue, but when she saw the sly glint in Elberna’s eyes, she swallowed her words back down.
She sighed helplessly and let her shoulders droop, resigning herself to fate.

Caroline, watching from the side, could only shake her head.

These two young people really had a talent for turning matters concerning the fate of an entire city into something indecent.

Perhaps that, too, counted as a kind of natural gift?

“Then I won’t disturb the three of you any further.
I’ll take my leave first.”
After saying this, Elberna bowed politely and then turned to leave the room.

“Are you really sure you want to stay here?” Caroline asked tentatively.

“Of course.
Strength can be improved slowly, but light-element magic probably only exists in the Holy Light Church in the entire world.
Without the Church’s existing light-element magic, I’d just be groping around blindly like a headless fly.
Since I have this opportunity, I’m definitely going to learn some magic before leaving.”

“And what about the files related to witches?
How did you think that through?”

“I’m just keeping my doubts for now.
If the Witch’s Banquet didn’t proceed normally, it might not have been just me.
It’s just that whoever it was back then was too weak and wasn’t noticed by the witches.
But as the Isachsen family is the main force responsible for purging witches, their archives will definitely have records.”

“You little thing—your brain is even better than I imagined,” Caroline said with a slight nod, her thoughts largely aligning with Peletti’s.

Originally, she had been worried about whether Peletti would be schemed against by certain witches once she reached the Tower.
Now, judging by the intelligence she had displayed, handling such things shouldn’t be too difficult—at the very least, she could hold out until Isabena stepped in.

Overall, Peletti’s thinking ability was very strong, but she lacked the tempering of real-world experience.

That was something she would inevitably have to face sooner or later.

“So what’s your opinion?”

“I support your idea.
For you, this is probably the best choice.”

Being wary of this child’s light-element affinity and the Blood Feast was one thing.
But as an elder, she was still very willing to see Peletti have her own ideas and dare to put them into practice.

After going through such a tragic experience without giving up on herself—remaining calm instead, and thinking of ways to deal with her current situation—Caroline felt a strong sense of accomplishment.

“Let me make this clear first.
If you run into difficulties, I’ll help you.
But there are some choices you’ll have to make on your own.
I won’t interfere.”

“That’s for the best.”

Caroline nodded slightly and left with that fat bird.

Feiye didn’t leave together with Caroline.
From the looks of it, she seemed to be planning to stay close and protect Peletti personally, which was fine—it would help ensure her safety.

“Everything’s more or less arranged.
It’s time to sleep.”

Since becoming a witch, this was the first thing that had finally gone smoothly.
Peletti felt rare relief in her heart, and even slept more soundly than before.

The next day, when Peletti woke up, Feiye was sleeping soundly while hugging her.
From the maids, she learned that Elberna had already left early for the café.

The many things she had asked Elberna to do last night were private matters.
On the surface, she and Feiye were still Elberna’s employees.
Not only did they have to work, Elberna also had to pay her one gold coin in wages every day.

Spending a large sum to try to stabilize Peletti, only to be turned on by her instead—
that feeling couldn’t have been pleasant.

Then again, it was also possible that these gold coins didn’t count as a large sum to Elberna at all.
Her pocket money alone would probably be enough to cover a month’s wages for both Peletti and Feiye.

After all, she was the cherished daughter of Duke Isachsen.
There was no way she wouldn’t be carrying plenty of gold on her at all times—
it was just that Peletti’s understanding of such things was too limited to imagine it.

Perhaps knowing that witches’ diets differed from those of normal people, Elberna hadn’t instructed the maids to prepare breakfast for her.
It didn’t matter—her breakfast was something she carried with her.

Every time she fed, Peletti felt as though she were drinking a cup of rich, aromatic coffee, like an elegant symphony gently brushing across every corner of her taste buds.
The steaming coffee aroma was like a seasoned artist, leaping and dancing in her mouth, playing intoxicating melodies.
Bitterness and sweetness intertwined on her tongue, outlining coffee’s unique charm.

It was a wondrous journey of taste, one that made her fall in love with the deep affection contained in that cup, as if savoring the richness of life in every single drop.

Put in plain terms: it was f*cking delicious.

Before becoming a witch, Peletti had always thought food tasted more or less the same—
no matter how good it was, it couldn’t possibly be that amazing.

It wasn’t until she regained consciousness and tasted Feiye’s blood that she realized such delicious food existed in the world.

Feiye’s blood was like an incredibly rich, top-grade coffee—
one sip was enough to plunge her into endless reverie and memories.

Feiye’s blood was extremely filling.
One feeding was enough for Peletti to go two days without eating again.
The moment her tongue touched the blood, she found she couldn’t stop herself, her mind filled only with the desire to gorge herself, until her stomach was almost overflowing before she reluctantly let go.

If only her stomach were infinitely large.

She didn’t know why such a strange thought suddenly appeared in her mind.

She seemed to be getting a little addicted to Feiye’s blood.

She shook her head, forcing these strange thoughts out of her mind, and took Feiye with her to the café.

The café hadn’t opened for business yet.
The door was open, and the maids inside were each doing their own tasks in an orderly manner.
Only Elberna was nowhere to be seen.

Peletti didn’t think much of it, because the problem she was facing was far more important than that.

“Do I really have to wear this thing…?”
Peletti stared resentfully at the low-cut, short-skirt maid outfit in her hands.
After taking it off earlier, she had casually hung it on the wall, thinking it would be convenient to grab next time.

Now, she really didn’t want to put it on.

There was a wardrobe for her in the changing room.
Maybe there were other clothes inside.

Peletti opened the wardrobe.
As expected, it was neatly filled with all kinds of maid outfits.
The basic styles were almost identical—the only real differences were the colors and decorations.

Suddenly, Feiye poked her small head up from below and happily pointed at a pink maid outfit inside the wardrobe.

“Big sister, big sister, I want to see you wear this one.”

This maid outfit was overall pink and white.
Compared to the original one, it had many more heart-shaped elements.
The neckline had been redesigned into a heart shape, revealing even more than before—
when worn, it would even show an unfathomably deep cleavage.
As for accessories, it came with a pink heart-shaped apron and heart garters of unknown purpose.

“No.
Why would I wear something that only makes me feel ashamed?!”

“Waaah… big sister, Feiye wants to see it.
Big sister, just wear it once, okay?
Please~”
Feiye hugged Peletti’s slender waist, looking up at her with teary eyes.