“Alright! I’ve put it on! Are you satisfied now?!”
Ella stood at the shop entrance, hands on her hips, chin raised high.
Her silver long hair was tied into a low ponytail with a black ribbon at the back of her head.
A few strands of loose hair hung by her ears.
Of course, the ponytail wasn’t tied by herself — it was Shuang Ling who did it.
Don’t overestimate someone who had been treated like a baby by the swarm for ten years.
Her white-stocking-wrapped calves were pressed together.
The tips of her small leather shoes tapped twice on the floor, making crisp tap tap sounds.
She deliberately put on an “I don’t care” posture, but the color of her ear tips betrayed her.
Being stared at by everyone’s either appreciative or teasing gazes, Ella had the feeling of regretting giving these guys eyes in the first place.
Damn it! If I had known it would be like this, I would’ve modified their visual systems to only detect heat, just like snakes! Now I still have to stand here and be ogled like a doll.
To be honest, you guys have been out here mixing around for so many years, and in the end you spent all your money on one “bomb”?
Although she had to admit that bomb was indeed too ruthless, but you guys… you’re living pretty miserably, huh.
“Good. Ella is ready.”
Yiwen stood with arms crossed, her red pupils sweeping Ella from top to bottom, from silver hair tips to small leather shoe tips, then back up again.
The corner of her mouth curved into a satisfied arc as she nodded.
“Zhuluo, find a way to lure that Sereya over here.”
“Understood, ma’am.”
Zhuluo snapped into a perfect military posture, right hand brought together and placed beside her temple, fingertips slightly outward.
Then she turned around.
Eight spider limbs unfolded from her back.
Her black sailor uniform swayed as she quickly disappeared around the corner of the alley.
Ella watched the direction Zhuluo vanished in, a wave of unease rising in her heart.
She said she was going to lure that whoever over. How exactly?
She wouldn’t really just show the other party a photo of her current appearance, right?
That wouldn’t be so direct… so crude…
“You’re really a stunner, Ella~”
Dieyi leaned against the wall, playing with her own pink hair strands, her crimson pupils glancing sideways at Ella.
The corner of her mouth hid none of her schadenfreude.
Tch! This damn Dieyi! Zhuluo’s emotional system is underdeveloped, but yours is way too developed! Your stomach is full of bad water! You can’t go one second without mocking me!
“Alright, Dieyi. Stop watching. We need to disappear first.”
Yiwen reached out and grabbed Dieyi’s wrist, pulling her up from the wall.
Dieyi’s body swayed, letting out a dissatisfied hum.
Yes! Hurry up and make this bastard disappear!
Eh?
Wait! Wait a minute!
Ella’s gaze jumped back and forth between Yiwen and Dieyi, then suddenly turned to Shuang Ling, then back to Yiwen.
You’re not staying with me?! I’m supposed to greet her all by myself?!
“Miss Shuang Ling, please come with us as well.”
Yiwen tugged at Shuang Ling, signaling her to leave together.
“That young lady Sereya wouldn’t want to be disturbed by outsiders.”
“Alright.”
Shuang Ling nodded.
Her blue pupils turned toward Ella.
She extended her hand and gave a thumbs-up, the motion crisp and clean, like sending off a comrade about to head into battle.
“Your Majesty, good luck.”
Ella understood the meaning behind that “good luck”.
Translated into human language, it meant: Good luck, Your Majesty.
Trick her into bed and get her DNA.
Ella’s mouth twitched.
The alley quickly became empty.
Only Ella remained, standing at the entrance of the rather unrefined shop as its poster girl.
The wind blew, making her feel somewhat disheveled.
Of course, the dishevelment on the outside was nothing compared to the chaos inside her heart right now.
“Hey! You’re really making me serve her all by myself?!”
Her voice echoed once in the alley before being absorbed by the walls. No response came.
Huge pressure instantly pressed down on Ella’s head, causing the single ahoge sticking up on top to wilt, drooping limply against her silver hair.
She had never worked in the service industry before! Now she had to pretend to be a maid and serve someone.
What if she accidentally spilled water on the other party’s hands? Or on her head?
She had zero experience.
But calm down. She was still an Insect Mother after all. She should be able to handle it, right?
At the end of the day, how could the other party be so easily fooled? This plan was crude to the extreme.
Aaah! Can these failures learn anything good from her?! This doesn’t count as a plan at all!
In her heart she chanted, I am a maid. I am a maid. I am a maid.
After chanting five times, she felt a bit more like a maid.
But after chanting another five times, she felt even less like one.
Just as she was still tugging at her own hair in hesitation, the door was pushed open.
Sunlight poured in from outside, casting a bright rectangular patch with golden light spots onto the floor.
A figure stood within that light, its outline edged in gold by the sunlight.
Ella raised her head.
It was a lady who seemed to radiate golden light from head to toe.
Golden long hair cascaded down to her waist, each strand shimmering with fine luster in the sunlight, as if every single one had been individually gilded.
Her skin was fair, so fair it was almost transparent, allowing faint blue veins to be seen beneath her cheekbones.
Her features were delicate and soft, the curves of her brows and eyes carrying a natural, dignified air that commanded respect without anger.
She had an onee-san figure similar to Shuang Ling’s.
The curves at her chest rose and fell beneath the white dress fabric, every proportion just right.
White wings grew from her back — huge ones that, when spread, could cover her entire body.
The feathers were as white as snow, each one neatly arranged, their edges glowing with a faint, pearl-like luster in the sunlight.
Her outfit was very unique. Generally a long white dress.
The fabric looked heavy and draping, but the back had been specially designed with cutouts so that pair of wings could extend freely from the fabric and spread or fold at will.
The skirt hem almost dragged on the ground, lightly sweeping just above the floor with her steps.
Oh? So this is an Angel?
Ella was somewhat dazed as she looked.
She had seen players of many classes, but this was her first time seeing an Angel.
That sense of holiness that seeped out from the bones themselves — not piled on through clothes and makeup, but naturally oozing from beneath the skin — made her breath pause for a beat.
Oh! I need to hurry up and attend to her!
“Hello! May I ask if you are—”
Her voice caught in her throat.
“There really is one?”
The golden-haired Angel stood at the doorway, her golden pupils staring straight at Ella, making Ella’s skin crawl a little.
“Eh? What do you mean by ‘there really is one’?”
Ella blinked.
“I came with the mindset of just giving it a try.”
The Angel’s voice was very light, carrying a dreamy, almost unreal quality that even she herself seemed to find unbelievable.
“I didn’t expect to actually encounter one. A white-haired, red-eyed, flat-chested maid miss.”
Why does everyone care so much about my airport?
Wait, I think I caught the key point.
You said you came with the mindset of just giving it a try, which means… you actually came all the way here just because there was a maid?
No way.
This golden-haired big sister who looks so pretty and elegant, like she walked straight out of an oil painting — she can’t really be as… perverted as I thought, right…?
“Nyaa~”
The Angel took a step forward.
Her white skirt hem swept across the floor, making a faint rustle rustle sound.
Her golden pupils narrowed slightly.
The corner of her mouth curved into a gentle arc that sent a chill down Ella’s spine.
“White-haired maid miss, how much salary are they paying you here?”
“I’ll give you at least double. Come work at my house instead.”
“Ah?! This… this…”
Ella’s voice caught in her throat again.
Her hands moved away from the apron ties and unconsciously clenched the skirt hem.
Bad! She wants to poach me with hidden rules! This golden-haired big sister is not to be underestimated.
She looks pretty normal on the outside, but in private she’s actually…
Countless scenes flashed through her mind.
Being locked inside a golden birdcage, wearing a maid outfit every day serving tea and water, required to use a specific tone to say “Welcome back, Master,” and if she accidentally said it wrong her wages would be deducted until she could never pay it off, never able to leave that place.
She swallowed.
The silver ahoge on her head swayed, hesitating whether to make a run for it.