"Miss."

"Miss?"

Merka, who was asleep, felt something nudging her.

"Strange, Miss doesn't usually sleep at this time."

"Miss!"

At five o'clock in the morning, Merka was woken up by a maid.

Startled, Merka sat up in bed, looking around anxiously, but didn't see the figures of Mammon and Samael, which made her panic even more.

A girl in a maid outfit stood by the bed, pushing a trolley with toiletries on it.

On top of it were a gold-plated basin, intricately carved perfume bottles, soaps, hairpins, and many other things that Merka couldn't understand.

"What...what's going on?" Merka asked uncertainly, her mind still a bit hazy.

"What's going on, you say..." The maid couldn't help but smile.

"I'm here to help you wash up." The maid said, "Is it that after spending just a year in Lachesis, you're no longer used to having someone help you wash up?"

That's not the issue!

The crucial point is that it's only five o'clock!

Although Merka wasn't as lazy and leisurely as the other Acadia people, she at least went to bed around eleven at night and got up at eight in the morning.

The Acadia people didn't have the habit of taking a nap.

"I'll wash up myself today, Yanling, you can go back." Merka tentatively said, having learned from Mammon that Turing had a personal maid named Yanling, but wasn't sure if it was the one in front of her.

Where did they both go? Didn't they promise to guard the door for me while I was asleep?

Angels don't need to sleep, so where could they have gone?

After confirming that there was indeed no one else in the room, Merka thought with resentment.

Merka uncomfortably pulled at the covers, as he was hiding the dropback under his sheets.

As long as he got out of bed, the conspicuous metal ball would be discovered by the maid.

"That won't do."

"Not to mention what Miss thinks, if Madam finds out that I'm not working, she will definitely punish me."

"I think you should just go along with it."

Yanling's lips curled into a bright smile, not at all looking afraid of punishment.

She walked up to Merka's bed in a serious manner, unabashedly grabbing the corner of Merka's blanket, wanting to forcefully lift the covers and wake him up.

Merka felt a bit panicked and hastily pulled the blanket in the opposite direction of Yanling.

Unfortunately, the bed was too small, otherwise, Merka felt like he could keep moving until Yanling couldn't reach him.

No!

Even a simple touch would rapidly deplete my magic power.

My pajamas are different from Turing's, even the difference in skin is significant, and to compensate for this flaw, a large amount of magic power must be used.

Even if I have four relics, they absolutely wouldn't withstand this kind of consumption, Merka thought.

"Oh my, it's been over a year since we last met, if Miss doesn't miss me, then forget it, I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson!"

"Looks like I'll have to give you a little punishment!"

Yanling smiled and moved closer, reaching out to catch the blanket that Merka was pulling around, about to climb onto the bed.

Stay calm, Merka, you have to stay calm!

This is not a joke, if my identity is discovered, everything will be ruined.

Merka forced her unclear mind to start working.

There were faint dark circles under her eyes, does she stay up late often?

Right, if she had to serve Turing, she would have to wake up earlier than Turing.

But she hasn't served Turing for a year, and yet the dark circles haven't disappeared, why?

There was some dirt under her index finger nail, and it was on her right hand, while the other nails were clean. What was that for?

Could it be for flipping through books? It's possible.

Erisburg is a closed castle, where some of the young servants may have been here since childhood, and Yanling seemed to be one of them.

For someone like her, reading is likely the only pleasure.

This also explains why she stays up late when Turing is away, she probably wants to read through the night.

No, I can't judge others based on myself, I like reading but it doesn't mean others do too.

I need, I need conclusive evidence.

Right! The line she just said to me, it seemed like a line from a novel!

Quickly, remember, remember... which novel is it...

As Yanling approached closer and closer, Merka felt her cold sweat about to drop onto the blanket.

Yanling leaned close to Merka, the hot breath brushed against Merka's cheek, the warmth from her body transmitted through the thin blanket, creating an ambiguous atmosphere and a sense of tension that reddened Merka's face.

Right! Right!

It's a line from "The Well of Loneliness".

Merka let out a bitter smile in her heart.

But isn't that a novel about lesbian relationships?

Yanling, at her age, doesn't have the ability to judge right from wrong.

If she reads without making choices, she can easily be influenced by the content of the book.

So that's how it is, that's how it is.

Since that's the case...

Merka couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile for the things she was about to do.

Indeed, those noble young ladies and gentlemen always play around.

Let me scare this little one.

"Miss... Miss?" Merka suddenly stopped retreating.

In Yanling's eyes, Turing suddenly revealed a gentle and seductive smile.

This actually made Yanling feel a bit scared.

"When you think of me because of loneliness, I am also constantly battling with loneliness, Yanling."

"The pain caused by leaving you is like withdrawal symptoms from a cigar, constantly reminding me of your importance."

"Just this once, forgive me, okay?"

"There won't be another time."

Merka moved forward instead of retreating, leaning close to Yanling's ear, her movements gentle as if scooping up the illusion of a moon in water, savoring the vast moonlight.

A wave of heat swept through Yanling's body, causing a slight shiver.

This! This! This! This!

Isn't this a line from "Lonely Well"!

How is this possible? Could it be that Miss has also read it?

No, it's impossible!

Never mind that Miss doesn't have time to read this kind of romance novel.

Based on my observations alone, Miss definitely! Absolutely!

One hundred percent straight.

She is one hundred percent straight!

Then why would Miss say the exact same line as in the original?

Could it be that this is a gift from the divine... the love in my dream that the divine has bestowed upon me?

"What's wrong? Yanling, are you daydreaming?"

"Your face is so red, like you have a fever." The distance between Merka and Yanling drew closer.

It's as if Merka wanted to touch Yanling's forehead with her own.

"No, this won't do!" Yanling suddenly stood up and quickly moved away from Merka.

Her face turned red to the roots of her ears.

"I, I, I, I'm not ready yet!"

"Please... please let me reconsider!"

Yanling jumped up from the edge of Merka's bed, unable to hide her panic on her face.

Before Merka could react, she had already fled from the door.

Seeing Yanling's reaction, Merka couldn't help but burst into laughter.

But just as Merka was about to laugh, a more cheerful laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Hahaha..."

"You have quite the way with things, don't you?"

"I'm also struggling with loneliness~"

Suddenly, Samael appeared, sitting casually on Turing's vanity table with his legs crossed, mocking Merka's previous embarrassment with a brazen laugh.

"You..."

"Were you here the whole time?"

Merka's face visibly darkened.

"What? I was here, but I couldn't do anything. I couldn't let her notice me. I can't help you." Samael shrugged her naturally drooping legs.

"How is that possible? If you were next to me, there are countless ways to drive her away."

"At the very least, you could have blocked the door and not let her in."

"Why would I need to resort to such a stupid method?"

"If it were Miss Mammon next to me, she definitely wouldn't have looked at me with such malicious pleasure while I was at a loss."

Merka angrily said to Samael, who casually rolled her eyes, not taking Merka's words seriously.

However, suddenly the sound of the doorknob turning abruptly rang out, and the door opened again.

"Miss, I have calmed down. Now I feel ready!" Yanling's petite figure floated into the room like a gust of wind from the doorway.

"Let me accept everything from you!"

"What... what?" Merka was taken aback. He never expected Yanling to regain her composure so quickly.

This doesn't seem like a fourteen-year-old girl!

Samael, who couldn't help but smirk, finally burst into laughter again, this time even tears started to stream from his eyes.

"You...?" Merka was genuinely puzzled, looking at Samael's unabashed smile, sitting on the bed with no idea what to do.

Wait...

He's laughing so naturally, as if he expected Yanling to appear again?

Unless...

"Are you Miss Mammon?" Merka asked Yanling.

Mammon revealed herself, her lips curved playfully.

"Giggle." With a light laugh from Mammon, Samael's laughter grew even more mischievous and unrestrained.

"You do have quick reactions, kid."

"But now it's me pretending to be Yanling, it wasn't me earlier, you know."

"It seems like you should carefully consider the consequences of the things you said to Yanling just now."

Laughter filled the room in a carefree manner, and reluctantly, Merka couldn't help but laugh too.