Chapter 53: The Maid’s Surprise

As dusk settled, the Pure White Dragon Princess, wings unfurled, streaked across the sky, traversing the greater part of Irithyll with astonishing speed.

Having pierced the barrier, she descended majestically onto the high terrace of the Demon Lord’s Castle, Noah’s face alight with an innocent, unblemished smile.

“I wonder what I’ll receive~, I wonder what I’ll receive~.”

Her fluffy great tail swayed rhythmically, and her magnificent dragon wings folded neatly against her smooth, bare back.

Brimming with anticipation and joy, Noah hummed a little tune, her head bobbing gently.

Two hours prior, a newly awakened Clennina had already dispatched a message to the Demon Lord’s Castle, informing Letitia that the situation on her end had stabilized.

Noah, convinced she had executed her mission flawlessly, was now utterly delighted, eagerly anticipating the wondrous reward her Demon Lord would bestow upon her~.

Incidentally, with the threat to Dunwich Town largely neutralized, Clennina was following closely behind, preparing to return to the Demon Lord’s Castle and await further orders.

Her speed, however, was no match for Noah’s, thus her return to ‘reclaim’ her ‘prize’ (the woman) would likely take some time.

As for what would become of the ‘Little Ya’ Clennina so yearned for by the time she returned, that remained an intriguing mystery.

Noah adjusted the hem of her skirt, preparing to descend from the terrace—typically, Astolfo would be responsible for her, as she had no personal maidservant within the Demon Lord’s Castle.

“Wel—welcome back… my dearest master…”

However, it was not Astolfo, acting on Letitia’s orders, who stood there.

Instead, it was Letitia herself, clad in a light, airy maid outfit.

A lace-trimmed mini-skirt, garter stockings, and pale skin blushed a faint pink from shyness.

Her dark crimson eyes, moist and glistening, darted evasively, afraid to meet the gaze of the person before her, while her delicate, articulated hands tightly clutched the apron at her front.

This Princess of Immortals, nearing three millennia in age, this dignified and aloof Demon Lord, this Lich Queen commanding myriad souls—

At this very moment, she displayed the shy, evasive demeanor of a young girl who had just become a maid.

“H-how is it? This is my first time… doing something like this. Is it really that strange?”

Letitia casually tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, her dark crimson eyes shimmering with a watery gleam, as if the slightest provocation would cause tears to well up.

In that moment, she resembled a perfect, exquisite doll, so delicate and tender that it stirred an almost perverse urge to utterly overwhelm her.

“?”

A flicker of confusion crossed Letitia’s face; Noah, who had remained rooted to the spot, showed no reaction whatsoever, prompting Letitia to discreetly shift her gaze back, like a student checking answers, eager to surreptitiously observe Noah’s response.

What she couldn’t have anticipated, however, was Noah, the entire dragon, simply freezing in place, her pale blue eyes, slightly widened, seeming to lose their spark, and even her ample bosom, usually so lively, no longer stirring.

It was as if she had suffered too great a shock, her brain crashing completely.

Noah.exe, unresponsive.

“Noah?”

Letitia tentatively reached out, waving a hand before Noah’s face.

Yet, the very next moment, she was fiercely pulled into Noah’s embrace.

“So cute, so cute, so cute! My Demon Lord~, how can you be so utterly adorable!”

As if to squeeze the very breath from her, Noah tightly embraced Letitia, still in her maid outfit.

Her smooth, soft cheek repeatedly nuzzled against Letitia’s small head, reminiscent of a terrifying bipedal ape ‘worshiping’ an adorable kitten.

The Demon Lord, who had always been aloof and formidable, often clad in a black gown to display her majesty and terror, was now adorned in a maid outfit—a symbol of obedience and service.

How could such a stark contrast not be utterly captivating?

A Demon Lord in a maid outfit—what a rare specimen!

This must be meticulously recorded, to be savored at leisure in the future~.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Letitia’s vision went black as her entire face felt buried, leaving her slightly breathless.

Yet, miraculously, this sensation caused her no discomfort whatsoever.

The warm fragrance permeating her nostrils and the embrace, full of maternal warmth, made Letitia’s cheeks flush and her eyes grow hazy.

“Mmm~, my Demon Lord~, you truly are as fond of cuddling as a child~.”

Letitia’s cheeks felt cool, yet her exhaled breaths were steady and warm, causing Noah to comfortably narrow her beautiful eyes.

“It’s quite alright~, my Demon Lord~. You can be as clingy as you like with this chest~.”

“!”

As if jolted awake from a dream, Letitia’s long eyelashes fluttered open, suddenly realizing she was meant to be the maid serving today.

Noah, eyes still slightly narrowed, trembled imperceptibly, a soft hum escaping her nostrils.

Seizing this opportune moment, Letitia struggled free from the ‘lap of luxury,’ her dark crimson eyes now filled with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

“I… I apologize, Master, are you alright? No, wait…”

Mid-sentence, Letitia suddenly furrowed her brows, realizing that when Noah served as her maid, she didn’t use such a tone.

“My dearest Master~, you must be weary from your long journey~, so allow Little… Little Ya to serve you your meal~.”

Had Noah’s ears not distinctly registered those words, and had Letitia, with an irrepressible blush and shyness still lingering on her face, yet a newfound sparkle in her evasive gaze, not taken her hand and begun to lead her downstairs to the dining room—

Noah would surely have suspected she had misheard everything.

“Mmm-hmm-hmm~~~~”

A ‘cuteness overload’ expression bloomed on Noah’s flawless, pretty face; she began to regret not having brought any recording devices.

The Demon Lord, who was clearly unaccustomed to this, yet bravely endured the embarrassment to perform, was simply too adorable~.

Capture it, it must be captured! Then, in her leisure, she would gaze upon it and ‘hehehehe’ to her heart’s content!

“Then, Master~, Little Ya shall now lead you to enjoy a wonderful dinner~.”

Letitia bowed with perfect grace; having (in her own mind) seized the initiative, she felt her movements had become considerably more natural.

She elegantly took Noah’s hand, as if inviting her to dance, and like the most refined and perfect maid, she led Noah with graceful steps, inch by inch, towards that romantic hall.

Noah, her eyes slightly narrowed, seemed to assent readily, following her maidservant, brimming with anticipation for her intimate service.

They were like the most understanding master and servant in the world; neither spoke, yet a single glance was enough for them to comprehend each other’s intentions.