Moving from one side to another, the maid finished putting on the piece, quickly buttoning the fine fabric from the top down.


    “Are you nervous?” She asked out of nowhere while steadily descending to the base. Meanwhile, he simply gazed down at the movements of her hands.


    “I don’t know,” Lutiel said after a breath of silence. “You helped me out a lot, but I still have no idea what to expect.”


    “That’s perfectly normal. You’ve lost your memory, after all. Just remember everything I told you once you’re there.”


    “...I will,” he said, with somewhat of a distant gaze. Still, quickly recovering from the abrupt, internal baffle, he looked up to her face, their eyes meeting before she promptly broke it.


    “You can put on the pants now,” her voice danced through the room as she walked towards the desk. Taking the jacket at the top away, she allowed him to reach for the pants, and he didn’t wait any longer.


    With calm breaths, he put on the grayish blue pants before buttoning the flies. Unlike his usual uniform, somehow, there was no need for a belt, the costume eerily close to his measures. Still, remembering the girl that gave him the suit, no surprise surfaced around his expression.


    “Alright, give me your arms,” she spoke up whilst in hold of the jacket. Once again moving around him, the piece quickly fell upon him, no loose or craving spots.


    Beginning to button up the bottom portion since only there were the small metallic circles and leaving a flipped triangle around his chest, she first tugged on the cloth in the right places, fitting him into the suit with a finer degree.


    Following with the legs, she straightened out the pants before moving to the bed and reaching for the pompous, round tie matching his shirt. Through a smooth movement of her wrists, she folded the tie through his collar and under the jacket, placing it onto him.


    Protruding from the middle of his chest in the shape of a heart, the undulating tie reminded him of the vast nobles from the empire he had seen in the few parties he attended with the heroes.


    Nevertheless, he moved away from his thoughts, gazing at the girl taking a few steps back.


    “She really made you look like some young noble,” Raeyine spoke as he clasped her hands, scouring through every part of his body. “Though, we still need to straighten out those bed hairs. You really needed some sleep, huh?” She wondered with a finger around her lips.


    Somewhat awkward around the face, he kept silent. Watching instead as she moved closer, his hairs swayed from the sudden drop.


    Creaking and squeaking, the duvet waved briskly as her arms fell upon his shoulders, pushing him down to sit on the edge. Moving her right hand to the pocket around her uniform, she took out the brush he remembered from the bath she gave him.


    Though, the pain he recalled fell short in comparison. A grimacing expression collapsed through him as the girl pulled onto his bountiful strands. Separating the large clumps of hair into smaller ones, she repeated the action all throughout, leaving a fair bush around the brush’s spikes.


    Nevertheless, going for another round, while Lutiel’s eyes and nose wrinkled from the strenuous pain, his hair had been brought back to its wonted composition.


    Disposing of the dirty brush into her uniform’s pocket, Raeyine swiftly stepped away, standing in the middle of his room while he rubbed away at his scalp to soothe the itchiness.


    “All done,” she muttered under her nose before bringing her hands together. And, as she did, it prompted the man to reciprocate the glances.


    “Thank you once agai-” He started speaking before she quickly jumped in, swaying her finger to the sides to deny his statement.


    “I will get my thanks if you follow and remember my words,” her voice rolled in his ears, the girl quickly crossing her arms. “Your master is anxious for you, so don’t go causing any trouble, alright?”


    “Fine, I understand. I will try my best even if some noble demon gets angry with me.”


    “Good, there is still time to go, but we will be waiting outside of the mansion. You can come with me already.”


    “Okay,” saying so as he reached for the glossy shoes, he swiftly put them on before heading out of the doors, closely following the girl a few steps off into the distance.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    A rabid and loud, yet smooth to the ear cadence played out as he stepped through the hallway in his new shoes. Once again, somehow, they fitted his feet perfectly, each of his toes getting enough room designated to not be squished against one another, yet the exterior made it seem the other way around.


    Quickly passing through the corridor junctions, it wasn’t long before he saw the maid opening the doors to the outside, from where beams poured in and beat the floor’s shadows.


    Waiting by the doors for him, fully opening one side, Raeyine stared right at him as he came closer. Following the movements of the slave butler, she closed the doors before her face took on a brisk change.


    From the mellow serenity, she blossomed into a smirk. The man before her stopped just two steps before the mansion, immured. His body turned towards a certain lady who stood right against the spraying fountain, the maid could only imagine his face as he stared at Zyponia.


    Her purple hair was tied into an orderly, wavy ponytail. Secured at the side, a sizable, faintly shaded flower adorned the violet tones.


    Painted softly, her cheeks embodied a pinkish flare that didn’t stand out, even against her complexion. Then, his sight followed down, towards her neck on which his sight seemed to linger the most.


    A golden chain glowed out its reverence, in the bask of sparsely dark skies, but he mostly glanced below it, at the gem they upheld. A crimson glow emanated through the middle of the crystal larger than the coin he left in his room. However, as much as he wanted to stare at the jewelry, he kept on moving his gaze.


    The girl awaited the two calmly, her gloved hands touching one other with delicate care. More so than he saw inside the shop, the dress suited her beyond the mannequin’s capabilities, flowing on her in a vivacious manner.


    Near the bricks, supporting her sleek feet were blue, of a fair undertone, kitten heels, seemingly made purely from glass, but Lutiel couldn’t know.


    “You’re practically ogling her,” a faint whisper swished past his right ear before he grasped it with a flinched reaction, followed by a spreading laughter from the maid that already went past his slow approach.


    ‘Was I?’ He wondered, uncertain, but with a quick shake of his head, Lutiel already began moving towards his lady.


    His soles clacked against the paved path encompassing most of the grounds. In no more than ten steps, he had already stopped before the two girls, glancing up at the face of his master.


    “You’ve come timely,” she posited. “The guests have arrived at an earlier time than they anticipated. We will already be late if we go now, so let’s get on the carriage.” Proposing, her slave briskly nodded his head in approval, swiftly receiving a vague shrug of shoulders after glancing at the maid.


    Nevertheless, his eyes followed the demon lord who already turned around, right to where a black carriage stood, seemingly ready to go at any moment. Turned towards the opened gates, the horses fidgeted in place, raring to pull on the four wheels behind them.


    Ravier, unlike usually, didn’t await opening the doors for the lady, instead grasping onto the reins. So, with a rapid step, Lutiel easily overtook Zyponia’s leisurely pace.


    “Please come in, my lady,” he said, inviting her inside the interior after opening the doors. Deliberately ignoring the scalding glare coming from the back, he simply saw as Zyponia stopped on the stairs, turning at Raeyine.


    “Keep an eye on them,” she said, her straight face seemingly cold.


    “Of course, my lady. I will make sure everything is in check,” the maid spoke while bowing ever so slightly. However, as Zyponia began moving inside, she quickly raised her head. “Please enjoy yourselves.”


    Nodding sparingly, the demon lady swiftly entered, her slave butler mimicking right after. Standing still beside the fountain, the waving maid kept on watching as the carriage moved towards the gates in the distance, turning around only as they escaped into the horizon.


    On the other side, inside the carriage, neither moved from their designated place, be it out of comfort or awkwardness. Almost touching with their knees, they sat against each other in the middle of the seats whilst staring outside of the windows.


    Lutiel and Zyponia watched as they passed the lingering forest around her mansion, briskly changing into an open scape of continuing hills, broken apart only by the white mountains at the end of their sight.


    Nevertheless, with a plain face not showing anything, Lutiel carried on looking out, despite feeling the girl’s eyes creep upon him.


    “How are you feeling? Have you gotten used to living here?” Suddenly, his face flinched at the question, but it was only a flash for the girl, quickly witnessing his usual composure placed right in front of her.


    ‘I guess she opened up to me,’ he mused, turning to the lips merging in with the shade of her eyes. Nevertheless, forgetting of the lingering feelings inside his body, the man already made up his mind.


    “Better, my lady-” he started speaking, only for his voice to drown under hers.


    “You don’t have to say it,” her voice emanated out softly, gracefully grazing his ears. “You’re my partner for the ball today, so talk to me normally.”


    “Ah,” he staggered somewhat before ruling out the flickering beliefs in his depths, he looked at her calmly. “I’m feeling better now. I’ve only been here for a week and a half, but I believe I’m pretty used to it already.”


    “That’s good,” she spoke, a faint smile covering her face. “I was worried you would need a few more weeks, but it’s almost as though you’ve already been living with us. Not to mention, you seem less angry with us. Has something happened?”


    Hearing the inquiry, his face didn’t change in the slightest, remaining equally calm while the head tinkered about something ever since yesterday, after all the lessons he had spent with Raeyine.


    “Are demons evil?” He asked rather than replying, his looks indifferent to emotions.