“Alright… we’re home. Go wash the clothes in my room.”
Laiyinmute toyed with the purple bracelet, occasionally closing his eyes as if sensing something.
“Yes, master.”
Lafei shrank her head and avoided looking at him.
Just as she reached the door, Laiyinmute’s urgent voice reached her ears.
“Wait! Don’t go in.”
Laiyinmute hurried over and blocked Lafei from entering.
Lafei was a bit surprised.
Lately, this perverted sword saint in front of her had always appeared either calm and indifferent or with a grinning face.
But now he showed a panicked expression.
She tilted her head but obediently took half a step back.
“Wait here for me. I’ll go in and get it for you.”
Then he pushed open the door and went back into his room.
As soon as he entered, he patted his chest and let out a breath.
“Phew… good thing I reacted in time.”
He glanced at the paintings hanging in his room and secretly sighed in relief.
In the frames that originally held portraits of other maidens, a few had been re-hung in the most prominent spots.
Among those paintings, besides the one she drew yesterday, there were two others whose faces increasingly resembled Lafei’s.
One was a sleeping maiden’s face.
The other was… how to say it, probably about that kind of thing.
Laiyinmute picked up the white clothes stained with blood, pushed open the door, and found Lafei still standing at the door as before.
He shoved the clothes into Lafei’s hands and then lay back on the sofa as if nothing had happened.
If Lafei hadn’t noticed his occasional glances toward the door, she might have believed it.
‘His room—I’ve been there before. It’s just some things hanging on the wall. I’ve seen it before, and I wouldn’t say anything.’
‘He couldn’t have replaced those with me, could he?’
‘No way. I’m definitely overthinking.’
Thinking this, Lafei hugged her clothes and entered the bathroom.
She set the clothes aside and saw her black underwear, which was covered in mud.
“…”
“Phew, finally done washing.”
Lafei wiped the sweat from her forehead and poured out the reddish-yellow water from the basin.
She scalded the basin with hot water.
She hung up her own underwear along with Laiyinmute’s clothes, which had been washed clean.
Then she opened the window to ventilate; the air still had a faint smell of blood.
Outside, a bright moon hung high.
The moonlight fell on her face, and her beautiful purple eyes narrowed slightly.
She pushed open the bathroom door and came out.
When Laiyinmute saw Lafei come out, he beckoned her over.
Lafei naturally understood what he meant.
She walked up to Laiyinmute, crouched down to his eye level, and rested her hands on her lap.
“Give me your hand.”
“Ah… okay, I understand, master.”
Lafei extended her hand, and Laiyinmute grasped her wrist.
His somewhat rough palm stroked Lafei’s hand.
Feeling the softness, his tired nerves calmed a little.
These past few days in the imperial capital, dealing with matters had exhausted him.
On one hand, he had to attend the commendation ceremony.
On the other hand, he had to console the families of fallen soldiers.
He couldn’t help but sigh—having such a cute, beautiful, and considerate little maid at home was really nice, even if she was a bit disobedient sometimes.
But he was still quite magnanimous, except for certain things.
Laiyinmute slipped the purple bracelet onto her wrist.
The fair, tender wrist adorned with the purple accent had a unique beauty.
Not to mention that with Lafei’s face, she seemed able to pull off any accessory.
A trace of surprise appeared on Lafei’s small face as she looked at the bracelet.
She could feel that the bracelet, which had seemed a bit loose, had automatically tightened to perfectly fit her wrist.
Laiyinmute took out a mirror and shone it on Lafei’s face, a smile spreading across his face—a smile that seemed different from usual.
Seemed somewhat… gentle?
Lafei froze for a moment, slowly reaching up to touch the top of her head, her small mouth forming an “O” shape.
“W-What’s going on?”
The horns on her head had disappeared.
She reached for where the horns should have been.
Although she could still feel the horns’ presence, to Laiyinmute, she was just touching air.
He handed her the mirror.
Lafei took it with one hand and kept examining her vanished horns.
Seeing the shocked girl looking at herself in the mirror, his smile deepened.
“This thing is a little gadget I had that guy customize today. It’s a ninth-rank magical device. Hey, Little Lafei, how do you think you should thank me?”
Lafei’s hand holding the mirror stiffened slightly.
She knew this perverted sword saint wouldn’t be so kind.
She had heard of magical devices, precious as they were.
Although the Demon Race had almost none of these, she had still encountered them.
For example, the sword the Demon King used to punish her before was a ninth-rank magical device.
Although it looked like an ordinary longsword, it constantly produced a deadly poison.
Most importantly, the blade would vibrate extremely fast when cutting, causing the victim even more pain.
Even if she sold herself, she couldn’t afford a ninth-rank magical device.
She lowered her head, not daring to meet Laiyinmute’s eyes.
Seeing Lafei acting like an ostrich again, Laiyinmute placed his hand on her head and gently rubbed it.
Lafei’s hair quality was excellent—soft and smooth to the touch.
He didn’t know if she maintained it often.
At least Laiyinmute had rarely touched such soft hair; of course, the only hair he had ever touched was his sister’s.
“I was joking. Go get some rest; it’s very late.”
Hearing this, Lafei hurriedly ran toward her room, nearly kicking off her shoes from running too fast.
“How nice.”
Laiyinmute draped his arms over the sofa, collapsed onto it, and closed his eyes slightly.
Whenever he felt irritated, just teasing his little maid made him feel much better.
‘Such a strange feeling… mm.’
Lafei’s face was completely red.
She buried her head in the blanket.
Thinking about how she had actually enjoyed it when Laiyinmute touched her head earlier, and even now felt a lingering pleasure, she wanted to die.
“Why have I become so strange… I’m really broken.”
She used to be a high-ranking officer in the Demon King’s Army.
How could she enjoy being petted on the head like a cat begging its master for a scratch?
Since this rebirth, her personality had become completely different from before.
She used to be a mature adult male.
How had becoming a girl changed her personality so drastically?
She raised her hand in front of her face, and without even realizing it, a smile formed on her lips.
A sentence slipped from her mouth.
“Actually, the perverted sword saint is pretty good aside from being a bit pervy. Being her maid might not be so bad.”
When she realized what she had said, she fiercely pounded her pillow several times.
‘What am I even saying?! Aaaaah!!’