This magazine wasn’t ordinary—it’s a compendium of human maid culture. A slim booklet can’t make a top-tier maid, but for the “Way of the Maid”? Plenty for Bingpo, the genius (almost said gremlin), and the Dragon King, the Dihua queen of overthinking.
Post-read, the Dragon King’s face was beet-red, breathing fast. This is the human “Way of the Maid”? So boring, so pointless! Why’s this a job?! she thought, silently returning to Filo’s feet. Towel in hand, she massaged with way better technique.
“Ahh~ Comfy~” Filo sighed. Bingpo nodded, pleased. Teachable, but third-rate compared to me. Bingpo? Totally first-rate, maybe god-tier—she’s that confident.
Time ticked by; the “punishment” ended. She’s the Dragon King—gotta give some face. Back in her clothes, she tugged at the hem, her dragon eyes practically Samsara Eyes, screaming: What was I doing?! So humiliating! Am I crazy for kinda liking it?!
The Way of the Maid? Terrifying.
Sky and Nether crept to console her, but she glared—[Illusion Wave]! They collapsed, knocked out. Instant KO, round two. No damage, just memory wipe—call it [Mental Memory Purge]. No way she’d let them recall that shame. Gossip? Unacceptable, even as a tease.
She grabbed them, storming out, but paused, glancing back—not at Filo, but Bingpo. Her lips twitched, heart wrestling. After a mental overdrive, she sighed, dropped the dragons, and shuffled to Bingpo.
Dad, watching, clutched his face, Scream-style panic. Oh no! Bingpo went too far—revenge time! True Ancestor, stop her! His body practically floated in fear. Mom, arms crossed, sweated but stayed calm-ish.
Bingpo held two neatly folded maid outfits. “This…?” the Dragon King mumbled.
“Too soft, didn’t catch that,” Bingpo said.
“This!”
“The maid outfit?”
“Make me a new one, custom-fit! That one’s too small. Deliver it, and we’ll talk payment!” the Dragon King blurted, face red, then grabbed her dragons and zoomed out, wings blasting her into the sky, leaving a cloud trail.
Damn, she flies fast~
Bingpo smirked at the sky. Too small? Duh—it was for Chiyan, whose figure, though nice, isn’t the Dragon King’s curvy human-form standard. Bingpo, human-world savvy, knew beauty standards cold, outclassing other dragons (whose looks are 80% magazine-copied, 20% original).
Chuckling, she returned to Filo, sprawled on the sofa, face a bit… wild from the pampering. “So comfy… oops, almost too comfy. Not my house!” Filo shook her head, sitting up.
Dad and Mom stood nearby. Filo, on their sofa, coughed awkwardly. “Why’re you standing? Sit!”
“I’m fine stand—” Dad started, but Mom sat across Filo, dragging him down. Sitting in silence felt weird, so Filo swiped the air, opening her storage. Packed with goodies, though less than her skills.
She found something fun, tapped it, and whoosh—a golden goblet appeared. The slot didn’t dim, so she tapped again. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Four goblets on the table. Still not dimmed—how many are there?
Filo grumbled, closing the panel. Goblets, no wine? Nah, these aren’t normal. Their description:
[Goblet of the King]—Forged in a month with [Blacksmith] MAX. Two traits:
- Endless wine.
- Long-term drinking boosts lifespan, with a 0.00001% chance for the [Immortal] title!