Chapter 786 – #165_Miao Miao Battle (3)
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1.
As soon as Linne and Dorothy were released from the prison, they were treated as honored guests.
Even if they were to be expelled from Gehenna later, they were still high-ranking witches for the time being.
Although they couldn’t leave the mansion grounds, they were given a guest room and a personal maid, ensuring they had no discomfort.
“Sigh…”
Among them, Pecha, who had been assigned as Linne’s personal maid for the past two days, sighed deeply and pushed the tray containing the tea set.
Pecha had only been told by Head Maid Galina to treat the guests well, as they were important.
As they were politically sensitive figures, Linne’s identity was kept secret even within the mansion.
Keeping one’s mouth shut was a basic requirement for a servant.
However, the place where information was most actively exchanged and spread within the mansion was also through the servants’ mouths.
It didn’t even take an hour for Pecha to learn the identity of the guest wearing Eastern traditional clothing.
Apparently, she was a public enemy.
Pecha didn’t know exactly what a public enemy meant, but she remembered that this witch was particularly terrifying, even among the already scary witches.
‘Pecha, aren’t you in big trouble now?’
‘Vera, they say public enemies see human lives as nothing more than flies.’
Lena and Masha, fellow maids, were jeering at the results of the lottery.
Vera, who was assigned as the maid to the big-breasted witch along with Pecha, had turned pale.
It was unlikely that they would harm the servants of the prestigious Geminai family, but the fear didn’t easily subside.
-Clink, clink
“Guest, I’ve brought your bedtime tea.”
“Come in.”
After ringing the bell once, Pecha carefully entered, trying her best to maintain her composure while pulling the tray.
And she immediately swallowed a gasp.
If she had been careless, she would have screamed.
In the middle of the guest room’s reception area, the guest stood expressionlessly with a sword drawn.
Pecha’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor.
She was going to die.
Pecha, age 20, would pass away in the Geminai mansion’s guest room, never having known love.
Even such an epitaph flashed through her mind.
“…”
The guest casually looked at Pecha, then back at her hand, and then sheathed the sword.
It seemed she wasn’t trying to kill her in one swift motion, thankfully.
“I apologize. I startled you.”
“Oh, no, it’s alright.”
Pecha, with the pride of a professional maid, barely regained her composure and began to boil water, starting a simple introduction to the tea.
“This is ‘Autumnal Flush’ from Gehenna’s largest dimension, ‘Dignin Garden.’ It’s characterized by its fresh aroma due to its low fermentation, and when brewed straight, you can enjoy a light champagne scent.”
“I understand.”
With those words, the guest didn’t speak again.
She seemed to have a rather taciturn personality.
-Boil, boil
-Clink, clink
Still, as she brewed the tea according to her usual routine, her mind calmed down a bit.
She didn’t seem to have any ill intentions, and she even apologized for startling Pecha with the sword.
Perhaps she wasn’t such a dangerous guest after all.
Besides, her first impression was scary because she seemed so aloof, but she was as breathtakingly beautiful as Odile Odette and the Count.
Perhaps it was because human minds were simple, and they naturally lowered their guard around beautiful people.
“…”
-Clatter!
Pecha, who was glancing back to steal another look at her elegant appearance, dropped the teapot lid.
She had made eye contact with the guest, whose gaze was fixed on her.
“I-I’m so sorry!”
It was naturally rude to steal glances.
Not only had she committed such rudeness, but she had also made a mistake while pouring the tea, so she didn’t know what would happen.
“It’s alright. You drink too.”
“Huh…?”
“Sit down and drink with me.”
“Thank you…!”
However, Pecha was moved and simultaneously remorseful at the guest’s nonchalant but generous offer to join her, showing that she didn’t mind.
Indeed, the rumors were not to be trusted.
Who could have called such a generous witch a bad witch?
However, as Pecha legally enjoyed the aroma of the high-quality tea, which was not easy to sneak a sip of, she became uneasy again as time passed.
“…”
The guest was staring intently at her.
Her cheeks were burning from the intense, interested gaze.
Suddenly, the possibility that the guest’s offer of tea was not a pure act of kindness occurred to her.
Late at night, just the two of them, the other being a dangerous yet noble guest, Pecha being a mere maid, and the high rate of lesbianism among witches.
Was this perhaps a witch’s demand for a night service?
The sound of footsteps approaching Pecha, who was sitting there, confirmed that hypothesis.
The guest, who had sat down next to Pecha, moved her hand to Pecha’s trembling waist.
And she looked her over, as if admiring her.
“U-um, um… Guest…?”
“Stay still.”
The hands that were feeling her waist and lightly squeezing her chest.
Pecha was frozen like a possum in front of a snake, feeling her heart pound as if it would burst.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
She wanted to refuse, she should refuse, but she had no idea if she could.
“Stand up.”
“Uh…”
Pecha stood up involuntarily at the commanding, dignified tone.
The guest’s hand, which had become bolder, lifted Pecha’s skirt, revealing her underwear.
It was clearly a situation where she was being unilaterally violated by a witch she had never met before.
However, an abnormal thought, like a heroine in a romance novel, that she didn’t dislike it, flowed through her mind.
It was because the witch’s beauty was so overwhelming that it could even momentarily captivate Pecha, who was heterosexual.
Mother, I’m sorry.
The tomboy Pecha will become a lady tonight by the witch.
“Guest, at least… a bath… first…”
With that resolve, Pecha closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth.
“The size is good.”
However, the guest moved away from Pecha as if she had lost interest and sat back down in her seat.
The guest asked Pecha, who was bewildered by the unexpected situation.
“I want to buy the clothes you’re wearing.”
“Huh?”
“And those white stockings too.”
“Huh?”
2.
“That’s what happened, you know?”
Late at night, in the servants’ quarters.
Pecha was grumbling, telling her roommate Vera about the bizarre incident she had experienced.
“Really?”
“She gave me extra money, so I sold them, but I thought my heart would stop.”
“Oh, really?”
However, Vera, who was supposed to laugh and tease Pecha, answered in a half-dazed voice.
“So, how was your side?”
“Really?”
Pecha clapped her hands in front of Vera, who was still out of it.
“Hey! Vera! Snap out of it! Are you very sleepy?”
“Huh? Yeah. Yeah.”
“I’m asking how your guest was?”
“Ah, Lady Dorothy?”
Vera, who had been asked the question, blushed and stroked her cheek.
“Really… she was such a kind and charming person. It’s the first time I’ve had such a wonderful guest.”
“Really? Sigh, I’m jealous… Anyway, it’s too late. Good night, Vera.”
“Good night, Pecha.”
After that last conversation, Pecha lay down on her bed and quickly fell asleep, snoring softly.
However, Vera still seemed to be wandering in a hazy dream.
She couldn’t get the image of the wonderful witch who had treated her with a gentle voice, and the time she had spent with that witch, out of her head.
‘Oh my? Such a cute child is a servant. How~ delightful!’
‘Really? If you’re very tired, would you like to rest for a bit? The bed is fine too.’
‘Shall I show you how to rest comfortably?’
‘Vera is like a baby. I can see your untainted purity.’
‘Can you lift your waist a little?’
‘Hehe, you’re crying like a little bird?’
‘Don’t cover your face~ what’s wrong with freckles? I just want to look at you a little more.’
‘It’s okay, it’s okay~ don’t cry. It’s natural because I’m removing the bad energy from your body.’
‘That’s right, you’re a good girl?’
The massage was so refreshing that her body felt as light as a feather, her waist trembled, and even now, hours later, the comfort remained.
“Haa…”
It was truly a blissful night.
3.
The cooking competition ended without a clear winner.
Elloa was alone in her room, drinking and lost in thought.
She didn’t particularly resent Siwoo, nor did she feel like she had wasted her efforts.
As Dorothy had mentioned, perhaps it was a mistake to think that Siwoo would make the judgment in the first place.
It was also a way of arbitrarily shifting the burden onto him amidst the conflict between Elloa and Linne.
Anyway, realizing that this wouldn’t lead to a conclusion, Elloa changed her clothes.
She hadn’t exchanged a single word with Linne since then, but somehow, she had a feeling she knew what the next match’s theme would be.
Like a knight putting on armor for battle, Elloa put on her ultimate attire, the bunny girl outfit.
She even had the black stockings and high heels that made her ankles look precarious.
“It’s still embarrassing…”
Looking in the mirror, she saw herself in the same ridiculous outfit as always.
If someone said she was acting frivolous and not her age, she wouldn’t be able to argue back and would just burst into tears.
“…”
However, the bunny girl outfit had already been used several times.
Regardless of Elloa’s efforts, the ‘freshness’ itself was severely lacking.
She had first worn it at the last harvest festival, so wasn’t it an outfit she had been using since around this time last year?
‘Men, you know, are easily bored creatures.’
Dorothy had also emphasized the importance of change last night.
Thinking about it that way, the existing bunny girl outfit with its revealing exposure seemed like an outdated relic of the old era.
Elloa already had a ‘new bunny girl outfit’ in her possession.
She had secretly bought it before, knowing that Siwoo liked rabbit outfits.
However, after actually receiving the item, she hadn’t dared to try it on, so she had just shoved it into her closet.
As Dorothy had advised, Elloa, having resolved not to hide or run away any longer, took off her existing bunny girl outfit and changed into her new secret weapon.
“Ugh…”
After completing her outfit and looking in the mirror, she was breathless.
It was an obscene outfit that was too embarrassing to even look at in the mirror, one that couldn’t even be considered ‘clothing.’
But she had to endure and overcome it.
If Linne had the same idea as Elloa, she would surely come prepared with her own secret weapon.
Elloa, using a bed sheet as a cloak, wrapped herself up like a nun and headed towards Siwoo’s room.
It was midnight.
As expected, there was someone who had just arrived at his door.
It was Linne, wearing a maid outfit instead of her usual kimono.
“…”
“…”
The two, who had been scanning each other with eyes of competition and exploration, twisted the doorknob and opened the door.
The time for the final battle had come.
