Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: The Maid's Humiliation
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Anje looked up at me with a thoroughly displeased expression.
Like a pet snake she used to adore had just bitten her finger.
"Aren't you getting too full of yourself just because you won the bet?"
Her eyes still held the gaze of someone who believed she owned the world.
True to her nature as the Great Calamity who had never bowed to anyone, her self-esteem still pierced the heavens.
"Of course, I'd consider it if it was a reasonably cute wish, but this is too much."
"Looks like you still haven't grasped the situation. The one who's become cute now is you."
The Saintess crossed her arms alone, furrowing her brow.
Her eyes screamed that she was still the pinnacle of mental magic and the leader of the legion—what nonsense was this?
"Doesn't something feel off? With your body right now."
"What are you talking about?"
Anje slowly looked down at her own body.
Her fragrant scent like a red rose and her voluptuous figure remained unchanged.
But soon, she realized it.
"Huh...?"
It was gone.
The mana that usually flowed through her body.
She raised her hand with a confused expression, wondering what had happened.
She tried commanding the monsters around her, as if conducting an orchestra.
However, nothing responded to Anje's orders.
They had finally broken free from brainwashing and were peacefully napping.
"Now do you get it? With your magic gone, all that's left is a dull, empty shell."
I gently stroked her chin, which I held in my grasp.
Like properly teaching her who the real pet snake was.
"You're definitely an incredible mage. Strong enough to seal your own power like this."
It was the first time.
Her always haughty red eyes wavered.
"From before I made my wish until now, you're powerless."
"Ha, I'm just too capable for my own good."
She forced a smile, trying to maintain her composure.
She even attempted to throw some defiance my way with a rebellious expression.
"Fine, whatever. What wish did you make?"
"......"
The single lit lantern made my face look even more sinister.
My green eyes, laced with deadly venom, pierced through the now-vulnerable Saintess.
"First, I need to teach you the proper hierarchy. Who’s above whom."
I'll teach you the hierarchy.
At those domineering words, the white-haired woman swallowed hard.
"What depraved thing are you planning to do?"
Like the novels she'd read—imprisonment play?
Tying her up and tormenting her until pitiful sounds escaped?
Anje bit her red lips, lost in all sorts of delusions.
"Clea. Are you in the hallway right now?"
The heavy prison cell door opened at my question.
The vice warden appeared, her expression cold with the sunlight at her back.
"Yes, Warden."
"Bring your 'side gig' outfit."
"Pardon? I specifically asked you to keep that a secret."
"There's a prisoner who spied on your side gig."
Clea's face darkened instantly.
Her eyes gleamed coldly, like a blue fox spotting prey.
"You mean someone saw that?"
"Yeah. Might as well make her an accomplice since it's out anyway, right?"
The vice warden joined in on my wicked smile.
Daring to peek at her secrets.
"Understood. I'll prepare something 'cute' that suits Anje best."
She had no intention of forgiving her at all.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me!!"
The fake Saintess's haughty facade finally crumbled completely.
Shivering, she cried out in a panicked voice.
"Aren't you afraid of the consequences?!"
Dark hands now closed in on the Saintess, who had only ever tormented and dominated others.
Now reduced to a fragile body with nothing but a pretty face.
A few hours later.
A rich coffee aroma rose from the break room.
"The coffee's too weak."
"......"
"Now it's too bitter. Practically straight extract."
"............"
Her white hair neatly tied into twintails on both sides.
Black stockings wrapping her stunning legs.
"They look the same to me."
A cute ribbon tied behind her back, emphasizing her ample bust line.
"Haa..."
Anje Renault, once called the nightmare of the continent.
She had become Berryhill Prison's exclusive maid for a week.
"Is this the wish? Just this humiliation?"
The 22-year-old twintailed maid grumbled.
"Humiliation? It's just a job. Your side gig that you spied on."
"You do this for others?"
The Saintess couldn't comprehend it.
That someone as cold and prideful as Clea would wear such an outfit for others.
Honestly, with her skills, dominating people would be far easier.
"Everyone in the world bends their pride to survive."
"The weak do, but you're skilled. You could make plenty of money with that power."
Anje tugged down the hem of her short skirt as she asked.
Her twintails kept swaying annoyingly with her emotions.
"I'm already rumored in the capital as a fan of the imperial family. No one hires me for fear of imperial backlash."
Clea poured her coffee instead.
Their faces reflected in the calm black surface.
"You live such a tough life."
"Even with power to overwhelm others, you can't live freely. The world turns because we understand each other."
Clea handed her the finished coffee.
"Warden Derek made you a maid to teach you that lesson."
"Ha, even so, this outfit makes no sense."
Anje glared at the maid uniform squeezing her figure.
More lewd and shameful than anything she'd imagined from novels, she fidgeted restlessly.
"Without ability, you're just a pretty face. This plays to your only strength."
"Can't I at least tie my hair to one side?"
Clea fell silent for a moment.
Then, she chuckled and pointed at Anje's ultra-cute face.
"The Warden was curious about your twintails."
"What?"
The twintailed maid made a disgusted face.
Her hair sways violently left and right.
"He's a total pervert."
"He does have some perverted tendencies."
Clea blushed, recalling last night in her room.
But she quickly regained her cool demeanor and placed the coffee on the tray.
"Still, it's a good cause, so do your best."
The maid Anje decided to obey for now.
However, her expression remained cold as she walked the halls.
'He's trying to break my pride to make me submit.'
Each step made her thighs rub against the stockings with a swishing sound.
The noise irritated her so much she squeezed her eyes shut.
'Just wait one week. I'll cuff you and ravage you plenty.'
But right now, revenge wasn't the priority.
Without her powers.
If an enemy harboring grudge attacked, she had no way to defend herself.
Feeling helpless for the first time, she cautiously scanned her surroundings.
'No one's around right now, right?'
She tried to avoid eyes for the week.
But she locked eyes with Nix turning the corner.
"Oh my."
The Holy See's secret weapon, heading to the warden's office for snacks.
She'd tried slipping by to avoid prickly Anje.
But the intriguing sight stopped her dead.
"Am I dreaming right now?"
"What's going on?"
Even Fred, following behind, witnessed it.
The maid outfit voted the cutest and most sensual at the cafe.
"That's Anje, right?"
"No way. Anje in that...?"
The maid's hands trembled on the tray.
She wanted to hurl the coffee right then.
But the woman who'd only ever controlled others her whole life lacked the power.
She could only allow her old victims to approach.
"I heard the Warden was punishing you. Quite the punishment."
Nix circled her with hands behind her back.
Then poked one twintail with her finger.
"Nix. I'm in a really bad mood right now. Pass by if you don't want to die."
Anje glared at her peer with lifeless red eyes, as always.
They always cowered and bowed before.
However, Nix, a mage herself, shrewdly sensed her state.
"Looks like your powers are sealed—no way to fight back. Can you even kill me like this?"
Matching red eyes.
The once-easy target felt utterly menacing today.
"We could kill you instead."
"You dare kill me?"
To the now-ordinary Saintess, Nix and Fred's mana felt overwhelmingly intense.
Chills ran through her body unbidden, legs shaking.
"Try it if you can. My monsters are still brainwashed. Kill me, and tonight you'll be torn apart alive."
"......"
Nix said nothing to the white-haired maid's provocation.
After pondering, she chuckled and shook her hair like a handle.
"Hmm. Our Warden must have some invisible special power."
The silver-haired prisoner brushed past leisurely.
Leaving a meaningful remark.
"To make the great Anje bluff like this. I already know the brainwashing on the monsters is gone."
Fred followed Nix past Anje.
Unlike his peer, he whispered reassurance to his old classmate.
"Don't worry. The Warden said not to let you get hurt."
Fred tried not to stare at Anje's captivating figure.
Even a upright holy knight cadet found it hard.
"As you see, we hold no grudge. Strong or weak, you're still our peer."
"......"
"I hope you learn something from this."
Anje stood with head bowed, gripping the tray.
Her shameful expression reflected perfectly in the coffee cup.
"Fred, hurry up!"
"Coming right away."
After her peers left, Anje lingered in the hall for quite a while.
Just losing magic had turned her into a completely different person.
'Am I really just a worthless human who relies only on magic?'
She'd believed herself special all this time.
Without power, she was utterly defeated by peers she'd seen as bugs.
They even comforted her.
But what frustrated her more...
Was the relief she'd felt when Nix just passed by.
"This is all because of that prophet's descendant."
What?
Teaching humanity?
To me, of all people?
In scripture, it was always the Saintess who raised prophets.
Who dares teach whom?
Her twintails shook wildly.
Anje clacked her awkward heels toward the warden's office.
But doubts kept rising the more she walked.
What was she without magic?
Her faith remained, so she shouldn't fear any moment.
Yet what was that terror from Nix?
Anje agonized if she'd blindly worshipped magic, not God.
Just then, as she opened the door—
"......!!"
Her complicated thoughts made her foot catch on the threshold.
The coffee cups shattered noisily.
With the sound, Anje tumbled to the floor.
"You okay?"
The warden approached the fallen her.
Personally supporting her weakened body.
"Not hurt, are you?"
The maid Saintess stared blankly up at him.
Enveloped in his large hands and broad chest.
'This scene feels strangely familiar.'
Anje was speechless with déjà vu.
As if from a past life.
The warm body heat grasping her shaken faith.
She blushed and averted her gaze.
"N-no, I'm fine."
"Wait a sec. I'll clean it up."
The warden steadied her and bent down.
"No, I'll do it. You said it was maid duty."
"That was punishment to educate you. You'll get hurt in your state."
As the warden cleared the glass, Anje stood awkwardly.
Fussing with her short skirt hem needlessly.
"You make me like this, then pretend to be kind."
For the first time, receiving pure goodwill without brainwashing.
She grumbled in a sullen tone.
"You're laughing at me inside, right? Now I'm someone you could kill anytime."
"Well, have you died yet?"
"It's as good as dead. Anyone could come kill me anytime."
"Just ask your almighty god to protect you."
At the warden's sharp words while cleaning, she hugged one arm defensively.
"You sealed my powers. How?"
"Then it's not God's power. You lost it to a mere human bet."
Her face reflected in countless shards like broken fragments.
"This must be a trial from God. He'll restore my power soon and let me punish you."
"Then why do you think He gave you this trial?"
Anje froze at the warden's question.
"You fear death despite believing in God because you've acted against your conscience all this time."
"......"
Not entirely wrong, Anje let out a short breath.
She'd always chosen domination over scripture's teachings.
"If you'd used your power for mercy and forgiveness, would enemies want you dead?"
He gathered all the glass and stood.
"You're misusing God's power. This trial might be Him hoping you'll realize."
He dumped the glass in the trash.
Blood trickled from the man's fingers.
"Think about it. Lifespan-draining puppets you force to obey. Or people who follow willingly through mercy."
He extended his bleeding hand and his unscathed one together.
"Now that you're too weak for magic, who do you think will protect you?"
The maid, having tasted mortal threat, stared blankly at my hands.
The bloodied hand that stepped up for others, and the untouched one indifferent to others' affairs.
"That's sophistry. Humans don't pledge loyalty from kindness alone. Only fear brings obedience."
Glorious noon sunlight poured into the office.
Unlike her dim cell, golden rays bathed us.
"No. At least I'm still helping you."
Red blood flowed endlessly.
Dripping drops onto the floor.
"When we first met, you showed me mercy first, remember?"
Back when she was as weak as now, the warden had approached first.
Anje recalled that scene.
The trembling yet steadfast hand he'd offered.
Then and now, the man smiled warmly.
"Will you trust me once? Try mercy over brainwashing?"
At his meaningful words, Anje slowly approached.
The maid looked up arrogantly as before.
But soon...
"Wipe the blood first."
She exposed her crown to me.
Holding my bleeding arm gently with both hands.
She obediently licked my fingers with her red tongue.
"It's been bothering me since earlier."
No brainwashing.
She lowered her own body to show mercy.
"Don't misunderstand. I have no healing magic, that's all."
Clutching my thick hand, she mumbled.
Her heart pounded with newfound altruism she'd never felt before.