In any case, this person is Aya's... sister, yes, sister, who will also work as a maid in the castle for the time being."

The next morning bright and early, the maids who were on morning shift gathered in the temporary morning meeting in the side hall corridor and met their new colleague. When they saw the silver-haired girl looking a bit hesitant, the maids gathered on the side began to stir.

The maid outfit on the girl was identical to theirs, but for some reason, whether it was the cuffs, collar, or waist, it fit her body perfectly, as if it were not a maid uniform but a carefully tailored fashion piece by a master.

Under the maid's headband was smooth silver long hair, her features were seven to eight points similar to Aya's, her eyelashes were also a rare silver color, her wine-red pupils were clear and bright, and her delicate face was as lovely as a doll.

"Hello, um, I'm... Eirya."

The girl scratched her cheek a bit stiffly as she introduced herself, becoming even more nervous when she saw everyone looking at her with strange eyes—did she do something wrong? After all, besides stating her name, she hadn't done anything, right? And isn't it a bit awkward to use this name with white hair and red eyes?

The scene fell into a somewhat awkward silence, even Aya, who was observing from the side, began to worry nervously.

Yes, the so-called sister was, of course, Lady Tiran after her transformation.

And this was more than just a mere disguise; to prevent the maids who took care of Tiran's daily life from recognizing Princess Aya, they spent an entire night adjusting her face.

—Although most of the time, it was Viviene and Mimi, who discovered a new way to play with their daughter (master), forcefully dragging him into various tweaks in excitement.

The final product was the water-level girl in front of them.

"So cute!"

"Is she Aya's sister? I've never heard of her before!"

"Sister Mimi! My room still doesn’t have a roommate! Please let this child stay with me!"

"Sera is so cunning! I want her too!"

Suddenly enveloped warmly by the maids, Lady Tiran couldn't help but feel bewildered, while Aya on the side sighed with relief. At least she wasn't recognized, but what was this inexplicable sense of defeat? After all, when she worked as a maid in the castle for the first time, this treatment surrounded her.

...Wait, what am I thinking about? I am not enjoying being taken for a girl by others!

Aya stood on the side, banging her head against the wall, trying to use physical impact to relieve her embarrassment.

And not far away, half a face peeked around the corner of the wall.

"What's going on over there? Are they all maids in the castle?"

Sullivan took a quick glance and swiftly retreated behind the wall. Since getting hit by a storm spear in the dormitory yesterday, he didn't dare stay in his room anymore. He sneaked out at night to hide in the castle to gather information, only feeling slightly relieved after confirming it was just an unusual accident.

However, this experience made Sullivan realize he needed to act quickly; otherwise, being unexpectedly hit by unidentified attacks someday would be too unfair.

"Is this the kitchen's storage room?"

Sneaking up to a heavy door, Sullivan glanced at the sign on the side and began to fumble around on the door panel to slip inside.

First, use food as the medium for illusions to take food for the illusionists who then infiltrate the kitchen to enchant the food for Viviene and Tiran.

"Let me remind you, someone is coming this way."

Vera's voice came from a deserted wall behind him. Sullivan was used to this guy's sudden appearances, so he wasn't surprised, quickly imbuing his illusionary power into the door handle and sliding into a small utility room next to it.

The dim light and the damp odor emanating from the unfinished cleaning tools made Sullivan uncomfortable, but he paid no mind and swiftly turned to crack the small room's door open slightly.

Judging by the clothes, it seemed the person was from the kitchen—perfect.

After adjusting the distribution of his psychic power, Sullivan plunged the person into an illusion as soon as he touched the storage room door handle.

...

"Hehe... Hehehe, so cute indeed..."

Sweeping the dust on the ground lightly, Tiran, or rather, let's call her Miss Eirya in this state, suddenly trembled and shivered.

"I really like Eirya, I wish we could always be together... like, like, like, like..."

Aya wiped the glass lampshade of a magitech lamp with a cloth besides Eirya, couldn't help but sneak several glances back, then silently turned back.

"Ah, Eirya, Eirya~"

"I say, Miss Mimi, you're getting a bit carried away. You're about to drool."

"Huh?"

Mimi quickly touched the corners of her mouth, finding nothing there, then glared fiercely at Aya.

Aya could only spread her hands helplessly, "Just a reminder, we disguised ourselves so that Tiran wouldn't be recognized, if you keep staring like this, you'll give it away sooner or later."

..."

The lingering resentment in Mimi's eyes before she left once made Aya inexplicably guilty, but wait! I'm the original wife; why should I feel guilty? Eirya beside her seemed to find it amusing to watch Aya as if she was struggling with something.

After the head maid left, the work for Aya and Eirya became much calmer. Although being a maid was tedious for them, it was not difficult; tasks that would require a bunch of tools for ordinary people could be easily handled.

Time passed slowly, and the sun quickly reached its highest point in the sky.

The scorching summer sun was still fierce, and under its rays besides the terrestrial earth, there existed places called "Heaven" and "Devildom"—although it might sound surprising, the sun above the three worlds was essentially the same.

Despite their names bearing the suffix "realm," the latter two were not independent worlds but subservient to the Main Dimension, like bubbles adhering to a floating board in water, existing and nested within the main world.

Compared to Devildom, Heaven was relatively fragile and closer to the main world.

Floating islands dotted the vast sky.

Gyroscopic rock formations surrounded the central "Holy Mountain," embellished with numerous white-toned structures, radiating a layer of "sacred" aura under the sunlight.

There were no bridges connecting the mountains as known to earthly beings, because the creatures living here didn't need them.

Humanoid figures glided past with huge wings spread behind them, casting shadows in the surging sea of clouds below, where countless faint yet numerous light dots rose upwards from the clouds as if invisible hands were lifting the islands.