Click.

With the crisp sound, the Overlord left the room. Those remaining appeared, at first glance, as beautiful young maidens. But beneath that beauty lurked monsters who devoured without a trace.

"...Alright. The Dark Lord has departed. For now, I’ll explain his rules for maids," Wuluwu said. After respectfully seeing off the Dark Lord, the young Sun Elf girl turned to face the demon and the human Sword Saint before her.

Instantly, the room’s atmosphere grew slightly eerie.

Ona’s lips curved into a subtle arc, standing aside with a wicked smile. Lily and Cigui stood together coldly, observing the other two.

"...A demon and a Sun Elf? What is that guy up to..." Lily muttered under her breath, glancing at Wuluwu and Ona. Though Ona showed no demonic traces outwardly, she carried a demon’s scent—Lily, sensitive to such things, understood her identity.

"I suggest you show respect," Wuluwu said coldly, sweeping a glance at Lily. "The Dark Lord may enjoy your tsundere personality for now. But too much tsundere brings bitter fruit. Know your limits."

"T-tsun... tsundere?" Lily froze completely. "Wait—you’re calling me tsundere!?"

"...Master, don’t you realize this?" Cigui, beside her, looked at Lily and spoke almost speechlessly.

Lily opened her mouth but said nothing.

"And you," Wuluwu turned to Ona, "I don’t know your deal with the Dark Lord. But I advise the same: know your limits—or recall what you witnessed clearly." Ona froze instantly, remembering how the Overlord had grabbed Wuluwu by the neck without mercy, lifting her up.

"...This servant understands," Ona replied after a pause.

"Back to the point. Aside from Cigui, both you, Lily, and you, Ona, are currently the Dark Lord’s maids. The most important thing? Obey."

"...Obey?" Lily blinked in surprise. Ona wore a thoughtful expression, sensing deeper meaning.

"Yes, obey," Wuluwu continued. "The Dark Lord wants maids obedient like good children—not submissive. We may have small willfulness, but we must listen overall."

"...Tch. So it’s basically ‘act spoiled but obey’," Lily realized after a beat.

"More or less," Wuluwu replied. "Precisely, he wants maids with distinct personalities. That’s what he likes."

"What perverted taste!" Lily snapped, crossing her arms with clear displeasure. "I’m the unluckiest person alive. I’d rather die..."

"Give up that thought," Wuluwu said coldly, fixing Lily with a frigid stare. "The Dark Lord saved you with great effort—he won’t let you die easily. Listen well: if you avoid humiliating acts, obey, obey, and obey. Occasionally act spoiled to stay noticed. Please the Dark Lord, and your life may be comfortable."

"Tch... I know," Lily clicked her tongue, then froze. "Wait—your name is Wuluwu?" She stared directly at the Sun Elf, as if recalling something. "Ifrith Raxil Wuluwu? The third princess of the Sun Elf royal family?"

"...Yes. What of it?" Wuluwu’s ruby eyes locked onto the Sword Saint formerly known as Daenerys, her face expressionless. "I am the current third princess."

"Wow! Really?" Ona exclaimed upon hearing the confirmation.

"What does truth or falsehood matter?" the young Elf sneered, her expression unbecoming of her age. "It changes nothing. Here, past identities hold no weight."

"...True," Ona smiled. "We might become good friends?"

"Perhaps," Wuluwu said, turning to leave. "I’m heading to the Dark Lord. You two—rest or chat here if idle. That’s all."

With that, the young Elf left a demon, a former Champion, and a sword spirit staring at each other in the room. She departed for the so-called Dark Lord.