Mirena was in a state of nervous unease.
She stared at the maid uniform before her, caught in a dilemma.
Wearing a skirt wasn’t the issue—unfortunately, it wasn’t her first time. She’d worn plenty as a child.
But the problem wasn’t the skirt itself.
Why did it have to be a maid uniform with such a ridiculously short hemline?
—Bending over in this would totally flash her panties, right?
Besides, why force her into this embarrassing outfit at all?
The black-and-white maid dress had white lace trim around the sleeves and from neck to chest.
It was unbearably cute—so cute it clashed completely with her self-image.
“Ugh, I really don’t want to wear this…”
Having lived twenty years as a man, she’d seen outfits like this in maid cafes and cosplay joints.
But she’d only ever watched others wear them.
She had zero desire to put on something this humiliating herself.
Physically and mentally, she recoiled at the thought.
Imagining herself in this adorable dress, paired with her old persona, made her stomach churn slightly.
Mirena longed to slip back into her oversized sleeping gown and the big cloak that hid her Elvenfolk identity.
But beside her stood Luce, the icy beauty in her own maid uniform, fixing Mirena with a stern, cold-eyed glare that demanded obedience.
“Um… Miss Luce, can I skip this outfit?”
The uniform lying on the bed was far more revealing than Luce’s.
Take the hemline—hemline—hemline!
Seriously, the hem was absurdly short! Wearing it would expose over half her thighs.
Why was hers the only uniform like this?
Why did it have to be so, so cute?
She’d been a full-grown man once.
Though her current appearance held zero convincing power, deep down, she clung fiercely to the hope of becoming male again.
She’d even tried altering her gender with her ability.
Switching male to female had just spat out a “Modification Failed” tag.
That moment had nearly driven her mad with frustration.
Mirena had wrestled with that glitch for ages.
Setting her gender to male only made it auto-correct back to female.
Eventually, she’d given up.
“I’ll live as a girl from now on,” she’d muttered unwillingly, her small figure radiating utter dejection.
She’d also discovered something else.
Personal details like name and age couldn’t be changed—they were locked in place.
After a few futile attempts, Mirena had abandoned that too.
Truth was, she could tolerate everything except her gender. That detail gnawed at her endlessly.
So now, staring at the maid uniform—
—Asking her to wear this and call someone “Master”? No way in hell.
Just thinking about it made her head spin faintly.
“If you truly dislike this outfit, of course you needn’t wear it,” Luce replied in a frosty tone. “Princess Hestia instructed that you may refuse.”
To Mirena, that voice sounded like divine salvation.
—Ah, thank you, gods.
“Really!? Then I’ll just—”
Luce stepped over, gathering every other piece of Mirena’s clothing.
“However, Master ordered that if you refuse the maid uniform, you’ll go out naked instead.”
“Huh!? Are you kidding me—”
—Ah, a demon. Definitely a demon.
All Vampires were reincarnated devils!
Mirena watched helplessly as Luce confiscated every garment except the maid dress.
She considered sneaking back a spare item or two.
But Luce instantly turned, smiling coldly while her blood-red eyes pinned Mirena in place.
A killing aura radiated from her, freezing Mirena where she stood.
Mirena sensed this woman had slaughtered fellow Elves more than once.
The moment their eyes met, what Mirena saw in those pupils was a gaze no different from a serial killer’s.
“You’d best not get any ideas,” Luce said coolly, still using the honorific “you.” “In this castle, you’re the lowest-ranked Blood Slave.”
Perhaps it was due to Mirena’s special status as Hestia’s Blood Slave that Luce maintained the formal address.
“Miss Hestia awaits you. Don’t keep her waiting long…”
Luce pushed the door open and left, closing it silently behind her.
Mirena stood alone in the empty room.
She froze, lost in thought.
Definitely a demon. A super demon.
Though she hadn’t known Luce long, Mirena understood: Luce was far more unhinged than Hestia.
Mirena sighed in resignation. Without a solid escape plan, provoking them was suicide.
—After all, Vampires were monstrously strong.
Staring at the maid uniform, Mirena’s heart churned with mixed emotions.
“Damn that bastard… forcing me into this. I’ll never forgive her!”
Yet after agonizing hesitation, she put it on.
She hurried out the door, rushing toward Hestia’s room.
Just then, a blond-haired youth emerged from Hestia’s chamber.
He held documents, closed the door behind him, and let out a heavy sigh.
Their paths crossed unexpectedly.
His gaze landed on Mirena.
She was undeniably a stunningly beautiful Elf.
And she radiated an intoxicating Blood Fragrance.
Every Vampire, upon first smelling that unique scent, would be instantly captivated.
His slightly invasive stare sent a chill down Mirena’s spine.
She’d had a fiancée in her past life.
Even without that, she’d never been interested in men.
Now she felt genuinely grateful Hestia had bought her.
Let that Vampire drain her blood any day.
It was far better than enduring this guy’s lecherous gaze.
Mirena strode past him without a glance, slipping straight into Hestia’s room.
She slammed the door shut behind her.
—As if shouting, “Stop staring, creep!”
“…”
The dull thud of the door snapped the youth back to reality.
Honestly, the Collar around her neck said it all—this Elf belonged to that master as a Blood Slave.
If so, he truly had no chance.
The youth slunk away down the corridor.
