“You seem jittery,” her demonic tongue spoke through the crevice of her lips, directed at the meekly standing girl. Next to her, the head maid’s uniform folded near her knees as she corrected the undergarments of her lady.


    “Well, I’m not,” she gave a terse reply amidst her distant eyes, only for Raeyine to raise an eyebrow at her.


    “Really? But I’m down here, you know?” Her question made the demon lord back off to the room, quickly lowering her head. “What’s troubling your mind?”


    “Haa,” a brisk sigh left her lips. “I don’t know why, but I’m feeling anxious about today.”


    “Is it about Lutiel?”


    Zyponia stood halted in place, despite their eyes meeting, she didn’t really focus upon the yellow marbles. “I think so.”


    “Really? What are you so scared about?”


    “I’m sure some stupid coot will try and meddle with him,” exasperated at the end, her tired voice filling up the room’s air. “Only to try and mess with me.”


    “Really? You’re worried about that?” A smile adorned Raeyine’s cheeks. Giggling as her hands traced along and straightened the dark straps on her blue thighs. “Surely, there’s no one stupid enough to offend you?”


    “Well, it still won’t shake up the bubbling feeling,” the girl muttered softly under her nose, only for her to flinch forward, feeling the sudden attention around her face.


    Glancing at the soft, dimly gray hands caressing her chin, the maid’s calm face receded her worries somewhat. “Don’t stress so much. Even if there are going to be problems, he can easily deal with any of their slaves. Did you forget he dealt with the brothers going at him at the same time?”


    Her pink eyes followed to the side before breaking, the maid going near her back. “And what if they bring out a slave with a horn?”


    “You’re acting like it’s bound to happen,” she replied, shaking her head vaguely. “He’ll be nothing more than a cripple who can’t use magic in their eyes. If they’re still interested, then you should consider having them handed to Vaissen.”


    “That damn Luviene. I shouldn’t have sent him out that day,” she said to herself, beginning to nibble on her right thumb, however, before any of the tissue could get lost, her mouth was unable to close entirely.


    “It’s almost as though I’m seeing the little Zyponia that first landed here,” with a cackle spreading behind her, the demon lord lowered her brows into a benign glare whilst turning towards the girl.


    “Please, don’t look at me like that. I’m going to laugh even more,” quickly adding, Raeyine almost lost her grip around the lace straps on the shoulders.


    “You didn’t answer my question,” she pouted, turning her head away. “I don’t want to stay here for longer if he dies before we discover his true potential.”


    “Is that so? Then you will have to stay by his side all the time.” She suggested as her hands grabbed the bra and fondled her breasts into place. “Or give him to Luviene. I’m certain she will be plenty entertained.”


    The words rolled across her hairs, quickly reaching the ears. Her veiled face soured slightly, but she composed it quickly enough. “No way I’d make the same mistake twice. Who knows what sort of thing she’ll do next.”


    “So you say, but it’s not like she can’t just enforce her wishes,” Raeyine spoke with a smirk around her, all while Zyponia lamented at the words.


    “She still has to respect my choices, whatever position she holds.”


    “Well, you’ll see today,” slapping her on the pithy bottoms, Raeyine promptly turned around, before any of the demon’s strikes could get to her. “Hey! You almost scratched my uniform.”


    Rolling her eyes at the spry maid, Zyponia looked ahead to the side, where a bed lay a dainty dress on its surface. Illuminating her tones, she watched as the head maid reached for the velvety gown.


    “It’s very pretty,” her tongue trailed off after stopping for a moment, taking in the dress fully through her eyes and hands.  “It’s by no doubt one of her works. Just take a look at the craftsmanship.”


    “I know,” she agreed, her eyes sharing the maid’s adulation. “She says she only does it to be ready for an emergency, but I’m sure she actually enjoys creating them. Have you seen Lutiel’s costume?”


    “Ah, yes,” a smile beamed on her face as she brought the cloth closer to the lady, leaving the purple cape on the duvet. “He’ll be dressed better than a lot of the guests.”


    “You should help him put it on later,” she spoke, closing her eyes as shadows engulfed her face from above. Sliding down on her body with delicate care for her horns to not rip it apart, the hovering dress quickly flowed all the way towards the carpet.


    Within a breath, the maid was already next to the lady, easing out the creases and folds for a smooth fabric. “I was already planning to, don’t worry.”This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    “It seems like you two have good relations.”


    “What? Are you getting jealous?”


    “No,” she said, shaking her head. Locking their gaze, she spoke with a somewhat cooler tone. “I keep telling you, I’m only trying to get him stronger for Vaissen to have an easier time with him. He may finally break our streak of failures.”


    Patting down near the area of her hips, Raeyine’s hands brushed along the gown’s surface, stopping immediately. “Why are you holding yourself back this much? You know it’s not good to keep it inside for so long. I can’t remember the last time you had done it with someone.”


    Keeping silent, Zyponia’s indifferent face screamed at the girl, despite not looking at each other.


    “Alright, alright,” continuing, she stopped with the topic, at least from Zyponia’s point of view. Grinning, her lips separated anew. “So, that means I can get him all for myself, right?”


    Glancing slowly at the girl, the lord nodded softly, only to scowl a moment later as she heard the giggles spread throughout the room.


    “I was just joking. I wouldn’t dare do something like that with a mansion full of people.”


    “Do whatever you want, I don’t care,” the purple-haired demon blurted out plainly, parting their gaze and trying not to look at the constant glances of derision coming from her lady maid.


    Nevertheless, she didn’t dull the subject any longer, the eyes fully attached upon the curvatures over the dress. As her hands pulled onto the gown, creases unfolded while revealing Zyponia’s endearing presence.


    Looking at her as though she was a mannequin composed specifically for the attire, the maid promptly moved behind her before correcting the areas there. Almost fully done with the piece, she stopped a few steps away from the lady as her sight befell the yellow eyes.


    Resting softly on her arms, the dress uncovered her blue shoulders, clinging to her natural ways before faltering about beneath the legs, threatening to sway from the faintest, gracile movement of hers.


    She stood there for a while, grasping the full image of her lady, pondering about with intermittent glances on the bed.


    “I think you will look better without the cape,” she spoke suddenly, catching the demon lord’s intrigue. Her pink gaze scurried towards the bed, glancing beyond the glassy curtains. “What do you say?”


    “You can toss it away later. I was thinking the same anyways,” she spoke calmly, with her trusty, composed look.


    “Alright, let’s get to the necklace, then,” Raeyine spoke, her tone somewhat agitated as he turned at the dresser, on which many items glistened, but one stood out in particular. A rolled up and twisted cloth of dim red was set upon the top, inviting the two with its glimmering outshine.


    …


    His vision began to peek through the closed up eyelids. Barely broken apart, almost fixed to each other, he had a hard time opening them up, unlike any past day.


    Sprawled across on his stomach, the man lay on his bed with a distant expression. Half-awake, he subconsciously moved his hand to rub his face before the frame quivered under his gradual stretches.


    Barely looking ahead of him, Lutiel’s mind still played him yesterday’s events while he promptly sat down on the bed’s verge, processing the surroundings.


    Scratching his nape momentarily however, he quickly looked outside of the window, a slight panic engulfing his spirits. The sun had already peaked long ago, daring to shield its glory any given moment.


    ‘Shit,’ he broke out inwardly, the arms dashing along his body as he swiftly grabbed the hems of his pants, pulling them down together with the underwear before darting off to the wardrobe.


    ‘She’s gonna kill me if I’m late,’ he thought to himself while the doors creaked through his motions. With only his shirt left on him, it didn’t help covering the parts of his that were usually kept away from the sun and others’ eyes.


    With hasty movements, he didn’t bother on discreteness, the eyes gleaming at the dark gray with a bluish tinge suit hanging on the coat inside.


    Quickly, he took both the jacket and the pants, busying his arms as he walked over to the bed, however, he promptly stopped in place, freezing momentarily.


    Lutiel stared at the maid in front of him, her black hair kept in their usual state, unlike the bundled-up mess on top of his head. Then, he flew towards her eyes, but their gaze never met.


    Looking him up and down the moment she silently entered the room, Raeyine stopped at the area around his crotch, only acting as he began moving once again, throwing the suit down at the floor.


    Slowly, she drifted around towards the wall. “Eh-ehem, sorry, I wasn’t aware you had just woken up. Did you stay up for long?”


    “No, I just slept in,” he said with a straight face under the rustle of cloth as he put on new underwear.


    “I see. You must have been exhausted, huh?” She mused along the topic, looking up towards the ceiling before eventually turning around at his words.


    “You can look now, sorry for that scene.”


    “It’s fine,” she protested with a calm expression. “I shouldn’t have barged in without knocking. Anyways, I came to help you dress up for the ball.”


    “Am I not late?” He asked, turning around as he took the rest of the outfit from the wardrobe, a fair shirt and tie, as well as a pair of shoes matching the suit.


    Placing them along the main parts he already picked up onto the bed, the man sat down on the bed before putting on some socks.


    “Don’t worry, there is still around half an hour before you two should leave.” She eased his worries before stepping closer. Reaching for the suit, she took the jacket and pants away, raising them in the air.


    Having caught his attention, the man stopped, his sight focusing upon the attire that started to iron itself in the air, only to be hung on the chair near his empty desk.


    “Thank you for the help,” he said, briskly glancing down at himself, his brows furrowing when he witnessed no tension around the abdomen. ‘What? Have I regained more control from that note?’ He asked himself, breaking out of the reverie as the girl’s lips parted.


    “You’re welcome,” she spoke, turning to face him. “Regardless, I wouldn’t have allowed you to dress on your own.”


    Hearing the words spoke with zero hesitation, the man’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he succumbed under her small smirk. Recalling the first time he dressed on his own, he didn’t deny her words.


    “Raise your arms slightly,” she added, following his silence. Without a quarrel of thought and flesh, Lutiel moved to her orders, taking off the rest of his nightly attire before feeling as the pale-white shirt inscribed itself against his skin.