Primrose felt a bit helpless.
She had just said something like a normal friend, but she didn’t expect Aiwei to react so strongly.
“It’s fine, get up. We can just be like friends.”
As Primrose finished speaking,
Aiwei froze completely.
“F-friends…?”
“Me… and the Goddess?”
Consta saw that her subordinate was losing control of her emotions and cleared her throat. “Aiwei, mind your image.”
“…Yes!” Aiwei finally realized she had lost her composure and quickly stood up.
Just then, Cecilia and Yuna also walked out of the tavern.
Primrose turned to look and was a little surprised.
Cecilia was still wearing the pure white saintess robe, holding the Holy Scepter in her hand.
But Yuna, following behind her, was completely transformed.
Yuna usually wore heavy knight armor with a long sword at her waist, always looking stern and cool.
But now, Yuna was actually wearing a black-and-white maid outfit?
The maid outfit was very finely made. The skirt just reached above the knee, decorated with white lace trim.
On her head was a white maid headband.
Yuna was already tall and slender, and years of training had sculpted her figure into a very firm shape.
Now, wearing this maid outfit, the cold and hard aura of a Royal Knight blended with the obedient feeling of a maid, making her look stunning.
“Huh? A maid outfit?” Lin Naiyue curiously stepped closer.
Where in modern society could you see such clothing?
“Allow me to reintroduce her.”
Cecilia stepped forward. “Yuna is not only a member of the Royal Knight Order, but she has also been my personal maid and bodyguard since we were children.”
“Last night’s assassin incident made me reflect deeply.”
“As the Saintess, it is my duty to protect Lord Hero and serve the Goddess, but my personal strength is limited.”
“What if something as vile as last night’s incident happened, and the target was not someone else, but the Goddess and Lord Hero?”
Cecilia turned back, her eyes burning as she looked at Primrose.
“Therefore, I have decided to offer Yuna to the Goddess and Lord Hero.”
“Starting today, Yuna will be your personal maid and bodyguard.”
“She will take care of your daily needs around the clock and protect Lord Hero’s safety.”
Cecilia smiled, her tone sincere.
***
After hearing this, Primrose’s mouth twitched.
She looked at Yuna.
Yuna stood behind Cecilia, expressionless.
But when Cecilia said she was offering her away, the inner corner of her eye visibly twitched.
Primrose had noticed that.
She’s clearly unhappy—Cecilia, take a look at your maid; she’s unhappy!
And in fact, that was exactly the case.
Yuna was absolutely furious inside.
From the age of five, she had followed Cecilia, who was also five or six years old.
They grew up together.
They slept together, ate together.
When Cecilia was happy, Yuna laughed with her.
When Cecilia was sad, Yuna cried with her.
In Yuna’s heart, Cecilia had long ceased to be just her master or the Saintess.
Yuna had secretly fallen in love with Cecilia.
This love surpassed the master-servant relationship; it was a deep dependence and possessiveness.
Yuna trained desperately and became a Royal Knight, all so she could stand by Cecilia’s side forever and protect her from any harm.
But now?
Cecilia was actually sharing her with the Goddess and the Hero!
Like giving away a trivial gift!
Yuna felt her heart bleeding.
But she didn’t blame Cecilia.
She knew that Cecilia only liked the Goddess Primrose.
So Yuna transferred all her anger and dissatisfaction onto Primrose.
It was Primrose who had stolen Cecilia’s attention, stolen Cecilia’s dependence on her.
Especially yesterday.
Yuna had seen with her own eyes Cecilia, the Goddess, and the Hero bathing together in the bathroom!
That was the greatest blow to her.
Why…
Yuna screamed in her heart.
‘Why did a being with the title of Goddess appear and easily take away everything she had built over more than a decade?’
But Yuna was a knight trained strictly.
She knew her limits, knew what to do and what not to do.
On the surface, in her work, she had to respect the Goddess and Lord Hero in everything.
She couldn’t show any dissatisfaction.
Yuna took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil inside.
Her face remained as cold as ever.
Yuna walked up to Primrose, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, slightly bent her knees, and performed a standard maid curtsy.
“Goddess, starting today, I will be responsible for taking care of all your and Lord Hero’s daily needs, as well as Lord Hero’s safety.”
Yuna’s voice was very calm, betraying no emotion.
“I think…” Primrose looked at Cecilia. “This matter can still be discussed. There’s no need to make it so tense.”
“No.” Cecilia shook her head. “It would be too late to guard against problems after they occur. Goddess, please accept my goodwill.”
Primrose had no way out.
When Cecilia said that, Primrose keenly noticed the flicker of reluctance in Yuna’s eyes.
But she didn’t call it out.
‘Forget it. I, a guy with the mind of a high school boy, really can’t be bothered with these girls’ feelings.’
Consta stood off to the side. “Goddess, it’s getting late. We should set out.”
Consta spoke up at the right moment, breaking the somewhat awkward atmosphere.
“Okay.”
Primrose and her mother boarded the carriage one after another and sat together.
The carriage was very spacious. Two people could sit on one side, and there was still room for one more without feeling crowded.
Cecilia had originally wanted to take the last seat.
But unexpectedly, Dorothy slipped in and beat her to it.
Cecilia immediately gritted her teeth.
That damned demon brat!
If it weren’t for the Goddess protecting that demon brat, and if it weren’t for that brat viciously cursing the Demon King last night…
She would definitely kick that demon brat off the carriage right now!
Consta sat across from Primrose.
Since Aiwei was also present this time, Yuna also boarded the carriage and sat next to Consta.
Cecilia had no choice but to sit on the same side as them.
But at least she was sitting directly opposite the Goddess, which balanced her feelings a little.
“Goddess,” Consta lowered her voice at that moment. “There’s something I need to report to you.”
“What is it?” Primrose asked, puzzled.
“The two people from the Night Demon Society last night might be dead,” Consta said.
Primrose’s heart stirred, but her face showed nothing.
“This morning, patrolling guards found their belongings in an abandoned logging camp on the outskirts of town.”
Consta’s expression turned serious.