Only then did Suran snap out of her daze.

That morning, she’d gone to confront Lyasis with one clear goal: to learn how to revert to her original form and return to Earth.

Yet Lyasis had effortlessly lured her in. Not only had she failed to extract any crucial information—she’d even fulfilled her maid duties and given Lyasis a bath.

“I failed to resist again… Suran, Suran, how useless are you?! Is your brain filled with nothing but lewd thoughts?!”

Clutching her head, Suran muttered to herself, frustrated and helpless.

No. She had to teach Lyasis a lesson. That girl was way too smug.

Scanning the kitchen, her gaze landed on a bottle of chili sauce.

She recalled Lyasis wasn’t picky—but her spice tolerance was notoriously low. If she swapped Lyasis’s beloved strawberry jam with this vibrant red chili sauce… the reaction would be priceless, right?

Hehe… What a wicked woman I am…

Ahem—wicked *person*!

No time to waste.

Without hesitation, Suran sliced bread, slathered on the chili sauce, covered it neatly, placed it on the tray, and wheeled the cart toward the dining room.

…

*Rumble… rumble…*

The cart’s wheels echoed through the vast, empty mansion.

With every step closer, Suran’s heart grew more uneasy—as if a well-behaved child was about to commit her first misdeed.

*It’s the guilt of a maid disrespecting her master.*

“Stay calm, Suran. She’s not your real master. No matter what sweet words she uses, stay sharp. Ask how to revert and return to Earth!”

She took deep breaths, repeating the mantra silently.

Whether Lyasis would answer didn’t matter—Suran just needed to *ask*.

Twice now, she’d been charmed before even speaking. Embarrassing.

But resisting Lyasis’s charm would be a good start.

Suran felt confident.

She’d bathed Lyasis that morning. Seen her bare. What trick could possibly work now?

*This time, the advantage is mine!*

“Miss Lyasis, breakfast is— Huh?!”

Her words died mid-sentence.

Before her stood a stunning sight.

“Master, you’re here.”

Lyasis wore a maid uniform. Her twin tails were down; silvery-gray hair flowed straight down her back. Her modest chest curved gently beneath the fabric—still developing, yet perfectly shaped.

One foot shifted back, the other knee bent slightly. Black-stockinged legs crossed. Hands lifted the skirt hem. A graceful curtsy. A soft smile.

Even Suran, who prided herself a “professional maid,” felt a pang of awe.

After all—Lyasis had taught her every etiquette.

“Miss Lyasis… what is this…?” Suran stammered, utterly captivated.

“On a whim,” Lyasis said, pulling out a chair. “I wanted to swap roles with you, Suran. Please sit, Master.”

As if spellbound, Suran sat. Lyasis wheeled the cart forward, placed the tray before her, lifted the lid, and stood respectfully aside.

Suran mechanically began eating—until a fiery explosion shot straight to her brain.

*Too much chili!*

Crap!

“Master, are you alright?” Lyasis asked, seeing Suran’s face twist like she’d won the worst lottery ever. She quickly poured water.

Flustered, Suran gulped it down, then stood firm. “Enough, Lyasis! Stop this silly game! I have something to ask you!”

Lyasis tilted her head, crimson eyes locking onto Suran’s. “Suran… don’t I look good in this maid outfit?”

“Absolutely stunning!” Suran blurted—then slapped a hand over her mouth.

Lyasis blinked, then smiled faintly, eyes crinkling.

*Annoyed. Helpless.*

Suran had thought seeing Lyasis naked would immunize her.

She never expected *this*.

Foul! This was utterly unfair!

She’d never seen Lyasis in a maid uniform before. No wonder she’d nearly been led by the nose again.

“Alright,” Lyasis sighed softly. Her poised posture melted away. Slumping into a chair, black-stockinged legs swinging, she picked up Suran’s leftover bread.

“Miss Lyasis, don’t eat that one!”

Suran lunged—but too late. Lyasis took a bite.

“Mmm… So *this* was the spicy one?” Lyasis murmured, fixing Suran with a knowing look.

“I’m sorry, Miss Lyasis, I—” Suran bowed instinctively, then froze.

*Wait. I did this on purpose. Why apologize? Why worry she’d get hurt? And… why isn’t she even affected?*

“Why apologize?” Lyasis finished the bread, licked her fingers clean, and turned to the stunned Suran. “When we adventure beyond this world, if I stay a picky young lady… I’ll only burden you. I don’t want that.”

“So I learned to handle spice. For you, Suran.”

Suran’s chest tightened.

*Miss Lyasis… How thoughtful…*

“Oh right,” Lyasis added gently. “You said you had something to ask me. What was it?”

Suran fell silent.

The words sat on her tongue—but wouldn’t come out.

After a beat, she swallowed them, glanced at the empty glass, and bowed deeply.

“Miss Lyasis… I’ll go refill your water.”