Chapter Twenty-Six

"Alright, since Elinest introduced herself, you all shouldn't just stand there."

After Elinest returned to her seat, Christia waved to the other maids. The sky-blue-haired maid—who first commented on Lisbeth's introduction—stepped forward. She addressed Lisbeth, still kneeling on one knee: "Next, it's my turn to introduce myself."

"Mm, go ahead, Ovelia."

Seeing Christia nod, Ovelia smiled. She waved a hand: "I'm Ovelia Darknesse. One of Lord Demon King's Personal Maids, in charge of magic and artifact development. Please take care of me."

"Huh!? Ovelia Darknesse?"

Hearing this, Lisbeth froze. She might not know Elinest the great physician, but Ovelia she had to recognize. This was the genius who'd revolutionize global magic two centuries later. Her spells and theories—daily or military—were world-leading.

"Hey! Alex, I know you're shocked, but don't space out again!"

"Ah, right."

Clothilde's voice snapped in Lisbeth's mind. Lisbeth jolted back: "Mm, please take care of me."

Just as Lisbeth thought Ovelia would finish, she walked over. Gently pinching Lisbeth's arm, Ovelia nodded: "Mm, as expected of my creation. No discomfort, right?"

"Huh!? You made this body?"

If Ovelia's identity stunned Lisbeth, this left her utterly dumbfounded. Seeing Lisbeth's blank stare, Ovelia chuckled: "Yes, I worked hard on it. Cherish it well."

"Haha... hahahaha..."

"Huh?"

Lisbeth fell silent, then erupted in an eerie laugh that stunned everyone. Ovelia waved a hand before her eyes: "What's wrong? Did your body malfunction and drive you mad?"

*Clap!*

"Huh?"

Ignoring her, Lisbeth grasped Ovelia's hand, tears welling: "Ovelia! No—Lady Ovelia! You're truly the world's greatest mage! This body's perfect! Especially these breasts—a crafted masterpiece! Ah! Lady Ovelia! You're second only to Lord Demon King in my heart!!"

"Lisbeth..."

Hilda sighed behind her, ready to tap Lisbeth's head. But Ovelia nodded contentedly: "Mm, you love my work! Wonderful. I'm glad you noticed these breasts—I labored hard on them!"

"Really? Thank you so much!"

"Hey... I can't ignore that..."

As Lisbeth and Ovelia chatted, a young girl's voice cut in from behind. Not Christia's—it came from the last maid on her right.

Lisbeth looked up. A ten-year-old with golden hair, Christia's age, glared unhappily. She must be a Personal Maid too. Her scowl matched Christia's magic-fuming rage. Slowly, she approached Ovelia and Lisbeth, coldly demanding: "Ovelia! Why's her body perfect, but mine stuck as a child!!!"

"Huh?"

Lisbeth didn't grasp it. Ovelia pushed up her glasses: "Stalos, yours was the first safe success. No extra frills. And you're cute like this~"

"I don't want cute! I want big breasts to squeeze daily! Sob! Damn it! So jealous!!"

Watching Stalos sob on her knees, pounding the floor, Lisbeth's mouth twitched. She asked slowly: "Um... is she also a soul thrown into this body?"

"Exactly~ Like you, she was originally male~ You two should get along~"

"Huh?"