Perhaps to keep warm, the room with the bathtub was completely sealed—no windows at all. This did a great job protecting my privacy. I quickly shed my stuffy outfit and happily jumped in.

Man, soaking in the bath felt incredibly good, especially after nearly half a month without a shower. I grabbed the cleaning solution nearby, washing my hair and body while humming a little tune. My mood was great. Though the disguise issue wasn’t solved yet, I couldn’t stay gloomy forever. When it’s time to relax, I should relax.

Just as I finished bathing and lazily rested in the tub, the door suddenly swung open. Emily walked in holding something: "Master, here’s the new sleepwear I bought for you—huh?"

And so, she saw my face clearly.

"Ahem, this... that..."

In the crisis, I only managed to submerge everything below my neck, but my pretty little face was still visible. I felt extremely embarrassed, not knowing what to say. Before, I’d always spoken and acted like a man around Emily—she probably assumed I was male. But now she’d seen my exquisitely beautiful face, prettier than most women’s. How could I explain this?

Emily stared at me, stunned at first. But after a few seconds, she calmed down. A hint of a mischievous smile appeared as she walked over nonchalantly: "Master, here’s your sleepwear. I brought it!"

"Don’t come closer!"

If I’d given that order before, Emily would’ve obeyed. But now that she knew I was a pretty girl her age, most of her reverence vanished. She ignored me, placed the sleepwear on the rack beside the tub.

Petals and bubbles covered the water, hiding my body well. Still, being approached by a girl made me terribly shy. My face turned as red as a ripe apple.

Yet Emily didn’t leave. She picked up the towel: "Master, let me help you dry off?"

"No! Get out!"

"We’re both girls—no need to be shy!"

"Please... just go out."

Only when I pleaded did Emily finally leave with a pout. I quickly dried off, put on the sleepwear, and fled the room.

The sleepwear was the right length but too loose—a men’s style. I looked like a girl who’d stolen her boyfriend’s clothes. Emily waited outside, looking regretful: "If I’d known you were a girl, I’d have bought women’s wear. Hmm, I’ll get one tomorrow."

"No need—it’s fine. Emily, why weren’t you more surprised seeing my real face?"

"The first time we met, I smelled a special fresh scent under your robe’s stink. I thought it was just perfume—rich men use it to hide body odor. But when I hugged you earlier, your figure felt petite and soft. Nothing like a man’s. I started suspecting."

"So you barged in while I was bathing?" I shot her a helpless glare. "Well, it’s fine. At least I won’t wear that smelly, stuffy robe and mask at home anymore."

"I’ll wash your clothes soon, Master."

"Mm. Aren’t you curious why I dressed so strangely?"

"Because you’re too beautiful and cute!" Emily replied instantly. "Beauty’s often a burden for women. Even as a Mage, you’d fear evil strongmen on this continent, right?"

"Think what you want. Also, ‘Master’ and ‘Your Excellency’ feel weird. Just call me Rylin." I’m from Earth, where equality is normal—I’m not used to hierarchies.

"Okay, Sister Rylin."

Uh, why was changing so easy this time? My authority vanished the moment I took off the mask. This world really does value looks, huh...