Silphiel’s question made the two maids freeze.

Elise, with pale golden hair, let out a dry laugh. She turned and bowed to Silphiel. “Holy Maiden, Stella can’t quite get out of bed...”

Silphiel blinked, thought for a moment, then smiled with a hint of malice. “Did I wear her out last night, and now she can’t get up?”

The two maids stood respectful, barely daring to breathe.

Stella had angered this woman a second time. Today likely wouldn’t end well. Another body might be added to the blooming garden.

Silphiel was all smiles. But after years with her, they knew her nature. She never lost control. The brighter her smile, the worse her mood.

“Forget it. Let her rest a little longer.”

Silphiel seemed in a decent mood. She didn’t press. Only then did the maids breathe out.

Silphiel went on. “What are you two standing around for? Go fix your outfits, then wait for me in the kitchen.”

“Yes! We’ll prepare right away!”

Silphiel had on a cute white apron. A pity, though. With the maids around, she couldn’t bear to wear nothing under it.

If this were a world with smartphones, Silphiel would snap an apron pic without her face and send it to the Hero. That kind of shot would be lethal to a guy who screams “virgin” at a glance.

He’d probably cave on the spot. Might even jerk off to it.

She’d done similar things in her last life. She’d just touch up the photo a little. After all, she was a guy back then. If anything slipped, it’d be bad.

That poor sucker never questioned its reality. He called her “waifu” every day. Dumb in a cute way.

Thinking back, Silphiel couldn’t help missing her top patron. After she suddenly vanished, did he get sad and deflated?

While Silphiel was getting sentimental, the two maids finally finished dressing.

No wonder they were “Holy Maiden candidates” chosen by the Holy See. The two of them were clean and lovely, with an excellent affinity for holy light, like they were bathed in a soft glow.

Outside the Holy See, anyone would peg them as proper young ladies from good families.

Elise’s long golden hair shone in the early sun. Her figure was similar to Silphiel’s. The only difference was her more childlike features, that delicate, pitiful look.

Silphiel felt she wasn’t as pretty as herself. But she fit a certain niche taste better.

That dazzling hair had earned her the title “Sword of the Sun.”

Sophia looked even purer. Slim and cute. But always expressionless. Even when bullied, she didn’t cry. She showed nothing but cool indifference.

With that short black hair and eyes like a dark moon, Silphiel always felt this woman was thinking up something nasty in secret, plotting to stab her in the back.

Silphiel touched a finger to her lips, tilted her head, and sized the two up from head to toe.

That brazen once-over made them a little uneasy. Instinct said they’d done something that wouldn’t satisfy the Holy Maiden.

She parted her lips slightly. “The skirt hems feel a bit too long.”

She spoke as she stepped closer. Under their puzzled stares, she lifted Sophia’s skirt hem a little. With the motion, a long, fair leg flashed in the sun. A faint blush rose on Sophia’s face, but her expression didn’t change.

Silphiel’s fingertip traced along the leg. It stopped level with the panty line. “Up to here.”

“Huh?”

Elise blurted out. That short? There’d be no secrets left! The word had barely left her mouth before she clapped a hand over it.

Sophia only said, “Oh,” still blank-faced.

Both knew this wasn’t a discussion. The decision was made.

Silphiel wasn’t done. She pointed at Sophia’s flat chest. “Lower the neckline too. Except you don’t need to, Sophia.”

Elise wanted to die. With those changes, half the northern hemisphere would be on display. And the bottom that short? Is this what clergy should wear?

If she had to go out, she couldn’t imagine the social death.

But the mistress’s orders were absolute—

Who knew what the Holy Maiden was thinking now.

Just as she was thinking that, Silphiel spoke again. “Make a set for me too, don’t forget.”

What?!

You want one too? That shameless outfit?

Silphiel glanced at Elise and blushed a little. “I’m not joking. I’m serious.”

Of course it was for the damn Hero. Hmph. With a maid outfit this sexy, no way he stays unmoved.

This is the Holy Maiden lowering herself to give you, Hero, special service. You’d better accept it gratefully.

Still, it doesn’t fit her public persona. She’d need a private chance to wear it for him. She had to act appropriately shy, like she was hinting “the Holy Maiden likes you.”

If she did that—

The more she thought, the more it felt like a workable plan.

What man could refuse?

“By the way, Elise. And you too, Sophia. You’ve followed me for years. Are you getting tired of it?”

Silphiel smiled at them. “Want to go somewhere else?”

Elise almost nodded on instinct.

If there’s a choice, who wants to follow this woman? But when she saw the smile in Silphiel’s eyes, the words died in her throat.

From what she knew, Silphiel would never be that kind.

Her mind went wild. Thinking about the maid outfit getting sexier, was the Holy Maiden planning to toss the three of them to the Knighthood, as the Knighthood’s exclusive maids?!

With outfits that skimpy, and coworkers all hot-blooded boys, in less than half a month we’d be...

At that thought she shivered and shook her head hard. “To serve the Holy Maiden is our honor.”

“Drop it.” Silphiel knew herself. These women didn’t dare defy her because of drugs and status. Trust their loyalty?

Not funny.

“Since you’re not interested, forget it. I was going to find a chance to transfer the three of you to the Hero. Aren’t you always sighing over the rusty weapons in the warehouse?”

“At the Hero’s side, there’ll be plenty of fights for you to get into.”