She suddenly stopped and dried me off, despite only cleaning me for a few minutes. She exhaled, trying to focus and ignore the fire burning inside her.
She exhales and tried to throw away all the inappropriate thoughts lingering in her mind
she grabbed another maid's outfit.
I sighed helplessly and asked, "Not today, please, your majesty?" I thought to myself that I was probably just good looking at best.
I looked at her, my eyes pleading. I tried to make myself as pitiful as possible, not wanting to be humiliated again.
Lucy, noticing my pitiful act, became a bit flustered. He was too close, and she could feel his breath against her neck. She pulled away with a flushed face and reluctantly gave in.
"Fine. Since I'll need to leave tomorrow, I'll at least let you have decent clothes," she muttered, still slightly embarrassed.
She handed me a proper suit, which made my eyes light up. I'd seen this kind of clothing on the servants in the hallway.
After I put the clothes on, she coughed awkwardly, satisfaction evident on her face. With the proper clothes, Lucy noticed my rather small frame, and the suit clung to my body, highlighting my lean physique. It only enhanced the otherworldly beauty of my face.
She gulped and shook her head, trying to focus on something else. We walked down the hallway again, but this time no one was around since it was already night.
We returned to her room, which was incredibly luxurious. She collapsed onto her bed and pulled me into an embrace, almost as if she wanted to combine our bodies together.
A bit used to her aggressive hugs by now, I didn't pull away. Hours passed, and eventually, her maids prepared her dinner. The delicious aroma filled the air, and I smiled, satisfied. I reluctantly left her embrace, and she sighed a bit, clearly annoyed, but she let go.
The same maids from earlier were now shocked, pinching each other's cheeks. The boy they had seen yesterday was no longer wearing a maid's outfit, and his charm had increased tenfold, just by changing his clothes.
Lucy sighed at their stares and gestured for them to leave. She smiled as she fed me some of the food. Hours passed as we ate, comforting each other with simple conversation.
Slowly, we both fell asleep in each other's embrace. Morning crept in, and I stirred, remembering that she had said she wouldn't be available for the next few days.
I smiled, not disheartened, but determined. I glanced at the book she had given me and began to study it. It didn't take long before I could easily cast all the spells in the book.
I first tried casting Fireball and then tried to manifest Water with my hands. I noticed the difference—without a staff, my casting was much faster, but with a staff, the spell was more than double as strong, even though it was just an ordinary one.
I played with the water for a while, but soon got bored. The next thing I decided to try was manifesting a barrier. I followed the instructions in the book and immediately felt my body become coated by a shield. However, it was weak. I punched myself, and the barrier shattered easily, though it did reduce the impact of the blow.
Determined, I added another layer to the barrier. Then two... three... four... five layers. Finally, when I punched myself again, I barely felt it.
Satisfied, I moved on to another spell: Wind Blade. It took me some time to comprehend it, but I eventually succeeded. I cast the spell, and the wind sliced through the desk like butter.
My face faltered as worry crept in. Despite my success, I couldn't help but feel concerned. I wanted to fix it, but I knew it wasn't something I could change right now.
Not wanting to destroy anything else, I left the room. As usual, people were staring at me, but now there was a hint of pride in their gazes since I wasn't wearing maid clothing anymore.
I walked through the garden and saw someone with gray eyes and golden hair—someone who looked like Lucy, though her beauty was truly unprecedented.
Even goddesses would pale in comparison to her. She looked at me, surprise flashing in her eyes at my charm. Having lived a long time, she had mostly seen handsome men, but they were always rough, tall knights. The boy in front of her was different—his beauty almost made him appear more cute than handsome.
The more she looked, the more she thought he couldn't be older than 14.
Noticing her gaze, I smiled politely and gave a bow as I passed through the beautiful garden filled with flowers and grass.
She smiled kindly and didn't show any hostility. As I came closer, I spoke, bowing my head in respect.
"Are you perhaps Lucy's sister? I'm her servant, you could say." My tone was a little awkward, but it only seemed to add to my charm.
She chuckled, surprised that she didn't know me and decided to play along. "Yes, I am indeed Lucy's sister. What is it you need?"
I nodded, scratching my head. "Perhaps you know where Majesty went?"
She nodded, amusement in her eyes. "She's been tasked by the Queen to do something."
I nodded, unaware that the Queen was standing right in front of me, ready to leave.
At that moment, the book Lucy had given me fell from my waist, where I had been hiding it. I quickly grabbed it, intending to leave, but then I heard her voice.
"You're a mage, huh? That's rare for a boy," she said with amusement and curiosity in her voice. "How about I teach you some spells?"
I froze, my heart skipping a beat. This was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.