Mother-in-law generally refers to the mother of one's spouse.

... Although this term is not used most of the time. However, regardless of how the title changes, respect is always needed in the relationship.

After all, it's the woman who holds the ultimate trump card of "Do you still want to marry my daughter", and sometimes even some unreasonable requests must be followed.

"Aya, can you pour me a cup of black tea?"

"Of course, Ma... master, is it still a small cup of milk and three teaspoons of sugar? For snacks, how about freshly baked scones with honey and strawberry jam?"

"Yes, that sounds good."

"Then, I will take my leave."

After bowing, Aya quietly exited Tiran's bedroom—now the authority seemed to belong to Vivian, and she briskly headed downstairs, her black high heels making no sound on the soft carpet.

Arriving at the dining room on the lower floor of the tower, there were already a few people busy there, in addition to the maids cleaning daily, there were also pastry chefs preparing afternoon tea.

Although there were more than one pastry chef, preparing a simple afternoon tea for two did not require much effort, as the master pastry chef Pishiva was more than capable.

"Oh, is that Aya?" A master chef who had been tormented by the princess's eccentric requests until he was on the brink of collapse emerged from the kitchen, hands on hips, smiling at Aya.

"The black tea is ready, with the Star Hill tea leaves, water at ninety-eight degrees, it's time to bring it up to slightly cooler temperature now."

"Please prepare the pastries as you recommended, thank you." Aya nodded politely, washed her hands and dried them, then went to a nearby cabinet to retrieve the silverware and porcelain cups, placing them on a tray lined with white cloth.

"Oh, no problem! The scones are almost ready, the jam is on the tray, and I've asked someone to bring the honey from the cold storage. But now, no one will have the milk pudding and mousse cake that I've prepared..."

The master chef picked up a basket next to him, lifting the thick cloth covering it to reveal the pudding and cake underneath, kept cool by ice packs.

"By the way, it's been a while since I've seen you in this outfit, but it still suits you well."

Thud.

Before he could finish his sentence, Aya's knee accidentally bumped against the edge of the cabinet, as if she were bending down in defeat orz, blocked by the cabinet.

"Um, A-Aya? Are you okay? You don't look too good."

"No, no, I'm fine, but please don't make me realize that I'm back in a maid outfit now!"

Painfully holding her head, Aya crouched down, her eyes suddenly losing their liveliness as she recalled the scene from yesterday when her mother-in-law smiled and said devilish words upon entering the princess's room.

"Come to think of it, the last time I saw Aya, she was wearing a maid outfit, right? Wasn't that cute?"

"Well... Mother-in-law... No, Princess Vivian, you're not saying..."

"Daughter, let's discuss something. Mom is in a hurry and didn't bring her own attendant. How about lending Aya to Mom as a personal maid?"

The Queen Mother embraced Tiran from behind, whispering in her daughter's ear incessantly.

...

"Well, that's that."

Proficiently pouring the freshly baked scones onto a plate, the master chef recounted his tragic experience to Aya, feeling slightly better, and regained his spirits.

"But being the personal maid of Princess Vivian doesn't seem so bad, after all, she seems like a gentle person and unlikely to be too demanding of you, right?"

"It's the maids I care about! Why maids again? I'm a boy, after all!" Aya angrily pounded the table.

"Huh?" The normally steady hands trembled for a moment, and Mr. Pishiva's face showed signs of crumbling.

"...What's with that unbelievable expression of yours, quickly take it back."

"No, even if I know, but I... or rather no one can accept the fact that Aya is actually a boy." The master chef, wiping off cold sweat, pointed a finger at Aya's chest, "After all... men wouldn't have this..."

Rumbling.

Hmm, it was probably a mishearing, but there was a burning sensation of being struck by lightning and horror.

"Ahh, please stop talking about it! I've finally forced myself not to care about it!"

On that note, the idea of a maid outfit being a miraculous thing, especially to Aya, doesn't only consist of a lump of fat and mammary tissue but symbolizes motherhood and the essence of life from the perspective of a mammal...

But as Aya lived mostly in the form of a dragon at first, there was a distortion in her understanding of breasts.

Initially, Aya, who spent most of her time in the form of a huge dragon, didn't even acknowledge this fact. Even when asked to wear a maid outfit, the embarrassment of wearing strange clothes outweighed the embarrassment of gender transformation.

So, at first, she even considered using transmutation to change a part of her body to adapt to Princess Mimi's altered maid outfit and to subtly frustrate the Princess.

As for now...

"I don't care anymore! Think whatever you want! I am Tiran's maid and the Queen's personal maid, so what!"

After giving the "useless and bulky fat blob" that Tiran both loved and hated a firm pat, Aya picked up the prepared tray and left the kitchen without looking back.

Completely abandoning herself...

"Ugh, why did I obediently listen to her? Why not just grab the princess and run away?!"

Walking up the spiral staircase to the bedroom, Aya grew increasingly angry, suddenly realizing that her versatile notebook had already provided a solution.

Throughout history, the predecessors of Dragons had pointed out a path, and even human biographies depicted various dragon stories of abducting princesses. Why not just repeat it once?

Yes, that's the decision made—tonight, under the cover of darkness and high winds, abduct the princess and flee, showcasing the dignity of Dragons to them.

At that moment, Aya felt as if she were completely engulfed by some dark aura and only wanted to find a way to vent the negative emotions in her heart.

Roar, let everything be destroyed!

And then, Aya arrived at the bedroom door and lightly knocked.

"Princess Vivian, afternoon tea is ready."

"Oh, thank you, come in~"

"Hey, wait... wait a minute, Mom! Aya, Aya, don't come in yet!" The panicked voice of the princess could be heard, but it was too late.

What... is this?

Aya blinked, instinctively tilted her head, and her brain short-circuited.