“Your Majesty, what’s with the outfit?!” Sky Dragon gaped at the maid-clad Dragon King, who pursed her lips, head down, muttering “welcome.”
Nether Dragon landed a critical hit without meaning to. “Oho~ If I’m right, that’s a maid outfit, yeah? Maids serve their masters, handling tasks… kinda a weird status among humans…” His human knowledge spilled out, oblivious to the Dragon King’s feelings.
Her smile cracked. She tilted her head up, glaring at them with a pink-turned-black grin—no warmth, just barely veiled killing intent. “Welcome~”
Sky and Nether snapped to attention, sweat dripping from cheeks to necks. Bracing for punishment, they froze as a hand chop thwacked the Dragon King’s forehead.
“No efficiency at all! So unprofessional~” A maid-clad girl puffed her cheeks, scolding. Not the True Ancestor—but Bingpo?! A LV600+ rookie mouthing off to the Dragon King?! Normally, she’d eat a “Reincarnation Fist,” but…
“S-Sorry, I’ll try harder,” the Dragon King mumbled, bowing slightly.
Sky and Nether nearly faceplanted. Her change was too wild—their brains almost blue-screened.
“Come in, it’s spacious~” Bingpo tilted her head, flashing an angelic smile. Despite being their parents’ age, the dragons’ hearts raced, goodwill skyrocketing. “W-Well, we’ll take you up on that,” they stammered, scratching their heads, stepping inside.
Filo, the True Ancestor, lounged on a folding chair, eyes covered with an ice pack, hands on her stomach, fully relaxed. “Bingpo~ What’s with this setup?”
“Just chill, Master! Your two maids will pamper you!” Bingpo grinned, moving to Filo’s head, gently massaging her temples with pro-level skill.
So comfy~ Filo melted. Who knew transmigration came with massage perks—and top-tier ones?
Chiyan pouted nearby, sans maid outfit. She’d wanted to join, but Bingpo shut her down—only two outfits, one for the Dragon King. Chiyan watched, burning with envy. Even her low EQ knew this was prime bonding time, but Bingpo held the outfit card. Protest denied.
Bingpo’s expert hands kept the ice pack’s temperature perfect, likely her doing. Too good at this… Sky and Nether gulped, watching. Dragons don’t do massages—Bingpo learned from a human magazine. Mere pages wouldn’t cut it, but Bingpo’s genius nailed it in days, her first try near flawless.
The Dragon King, lips pursed, shuffled to Filo’s feet with a basin and towel. Foot washing?! Her pride screamed—I’m the Dragon King, reduced to this?! Humiliating!
She half-heartedly wiped Filo’s feet, more like punching a sandbag than massaging. Filo felt jolts—not relaxing, just annoying. Her brow twitched, a subtle shift Bingpo caught.
Bingpo stopped, storming over. “That’s not how you massage! You’re a maid disgrace!” she huffed, hands on hips, glaring down.
“N-Not good?” the Dragon King asked.
“Not just bad—awful! Study this!” Bingpo flicked her wrist, pulling a maid magazine from her storage.
The Dragon King flipped it open. Page one, and a new world dawned. Her eyes glued closer with each second, from glancing away to laser-focused. Flip! Page after page. She activated [Dragon King’s Eye], boosting vision and insight to devour it faster.
Her face flushed—why? After finishing, she exhaled heavily. The gate to a new world… fully opened.