Lulumiya’s adorably charming appearance could win over both men and women alike, to the point that Amy was left staring, eyes wide with amazement.
It wasn’t until her gaze met Lulumiya’s earnest eyes that Amy snapped back to herself. She shyly lowered her head, her hands flailing awkwardly in front of her.
“I-I, me? I’m just a country noble, how could I possibly teach Lulumiya, the perfect Maid Doll.”
“Amy’s magic is much better than mine, of course you can teach me. That has nothing to do with status. Also, Amy, why do you keep emphasizing that I’m a Maid Doll?”
The original owner never realized she was a Maid Doll, always thinking of herself as just someone born with horns and a tail, so she rarely mentioned to others that she was a perfect Maid Doll.
“Well…” Amy’s gaze began to flicker evasively.
Lulumiya raised her eyebrows.
She thought Amy’s avoidance wasn’t so much out of embarrassment, but rather as if she was worried about something.
“I’ve always liked Maid Dolls…” Amy mumbled.
“It’s my first time seeing a Maid Doll as exquisite as you, Lulumiya. I really can’t tell you’re a doll at all. Every time I see you, I… I feel like I’m seeing an angel. I’m so happy that you’re willing to ask me about magic, but to have an angel see me being useless, I-I just feel so embarrassed…”
Amy’s every gesture brimmed with nervousness.
Her bashful demeanor was no different from a girl confessing for the first time.
So she’s a Maid Doll maniac.
Lulumiya immediately understood.
She couldn’t help but sigh—no wonder the original owner bullied Amy so much, yet Amy held no grudge at all.
It must be just like an otaku being scolded by his favorite 2D heroine; even pain becomes pleasure.
Strangely enough, the latter always felt a bit perverted, but in Amy’s case, that feeling wasn’t so strong.
It was hard not to marvel at how much looks really could change things.
Of course, after knowing Amy was a Maid Doll maniac, Lulumiya felt she could never quite look at Amy’s goodwill the same way.
She kept feeling that, in Amy’s eyes, she was probably just a life-sized human-shaped doll.
With the wall between them gone, communication became much easier.
Lulumiya sought Amy’s advice on the ‘Fireball’ spell.
After a few unsuccessful attempts, it was confirmed that the original owner simply lacked the mana needed to cast ‘Fireball,’ so she shifted her focus to ‘Spark.’
Then she discovered that even with the same magic, the effects differed between herself and Amy.
When Amy cast ‘Spark,’ not only did it take her longer to complete the spell, but her flames were also a size smaller than Lulumiya’s.
Lulumiya just had to recite the incantation and flames would burst from her wand, while Amy had to concentrate with all her might, sometimes even closing her eyes and chanting at a specific rhythm just to release it successfully.
When she asked why she couldn’t cast ‘Spark’ directly from her hands, like Jeanne did without using a wand as a medium, Amy answered that only by developing a new understanding of a particular spell could a caster break free from the need for a wand, and that was something taught in second-year classes.
But Lulumiya had a feeling that, with a few more tries, she could probably do it too.
After all, casting with a wand came much more easily to her than it did to Amy.
“Maybe it’s because Lulumiya is the perfect Maid Doll?”
Hearing Lulumiya’s confusion, Amy, who was sitting at the edge of the bed with her due to mana exhaustion, rested her index finger on her chin.
“I’ve never bought a Maid Doll myself, but classmates who have one say that Maid Dolls have talents specialized for their intended roles. For example, a knight doll made for guarding their master will learn combat skills and magic much faster, while Maid Dolls are better at reading the room and pleasing their masters.”
“Lulumiya, you didn’t know?”
“No.”
“Hm… Then it must be because you’re a perfect Maid Doll, so you learn everything so quickly. You can even tell just by looking. You’re more lively than ordinary Maid Dolls, and you don’t have their identifying marks. If you didn’t say you were a Maid Doll, no one would ever know.”
As she spoke, Amy leaned forward, her fingertips grazing through Lulumiya’s silver hair, her eyes filled with envy and fascination.
“Your hair is as smooth as silk, your skin is crystal clear, other Maid Dolls have this indescribable leathery smell, some of their bodies are really stiff to the touch, but your body is so soft, it smells sweet and fresh, the bounce when you press down is nearly perfect… No wonder everyone calls you the Maid Doll closest to an angel…”
“Ahem.”
Are you evaluating merchandise?
Lulumiya coughed quite forcefully, unconsciously scooting a bit to the side.
Amy, without realizing, was now almost draped over her, her fingers restlessly gliding from Lulumiya’s hair tips all the way to her shoulder.
“Ah.”
Amy snapped back to herself in an instant. She hurriedly straightened up, awkwardly clenching and unclenching her hands.
“I’m sorry, Lulumiya. I got carried away. I’ve never seen a Maid Doll as beautiful as you before, I just… couldn’t help myself…”
“It’s nothing, I didn’t mind.”
Lulumiya smiled and shrugged, though inwardly she thought she’d have to be lying to say she didn’t mind.
If she’d known this would happen, she never would have gotten all heated and suggested sleeping together—she just felt like she’d end up taken advantage of.
“Ahaha,” Amy was still all embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject, “I heard that Maid Dolls are born with their own innate magic. Didn’t you have any magic from birth, Lulumiya? Also, your Dragon Horn and Tail, are those just decorations or are they real?”
Don’t tell me you want to touch my tail.
Just like how normal people wouldn’t accept someone randomly touching their chest, Lulumiya instinctively felt resistance.
She reflexively turned to face Amy, hiding her tail behind her back.
“Whether they’re real or not, let’s leave that aside for now. I really didn’t have any innate magic, and my magical talent is actually pretty poor.”
She didn’t agree with Amy’s theory that “Lulumiya is a perfect Maid Doll, so it’s easier for her to use magic.”
Because, according to the original owner’s memories, this body’s magical aptitude was extremely poor.
Using magic was even harder than it was for Amy.
The reason it suddenly became easier after she took over was simply because of her “stats panel,” since her proficiency in ‘Spark’ was “Novice.”
If “Novice” means she can already use magic smoothly, what changes would there be after reaching the next proficiency level?
Would she be able to skip the wand and cast directly with her hands like Jeanne?
Curious, and also trying to dodge Amy’s growing curiosity, Lulumiya seized the moment as her headache faded.
She turned her right palm up and chanted the ‘Spark’ incantation.
“O small fire spirit, gather your tiny flame in my hand—huh?”
It felt like someone had smashed the back of her head with a mallet.
Lulumiya’s vision went abruptly black and her body pitched forward uncontrollably.
Thankfully, Amy caught her just in time so she didn’t hit the floor.
Even so, her vision was spinning wildly.
The intense dizziness made it hard even to sit up straight; she had to lean against the wall to avoid collapsing.
She heard Amy’s hurried footsteps, but couldn’t get any words out.
All she could do was watch her vision darken, until Amy brought over a cup of warm, terribly bitter water and helped her sip a little.
Only then did the spinning gradually subside.
“How are you feeling? Any better? This is what happens when you force yourself to use magic after Mana Depletion Syndrome sets in. You mustn’t push yourself.”
Amy’s voice sounded like it came from the edge of the world, even echoing slightly.
Lulumiya couldn’t quite catch it.
She held her aching head, gritting her teeth against the pain in the back of her skull.
“I get it now…”
Too bad she couldn’t see her detailed status—otherwise, she’d have recorded this and figured out her own limits.
Unwilling to give up, she asked,
“So I can only wait for my mana to slowly recover before I can use magic again?”
“Normally, yes. But you can also use a Magic Potion to recover mana. I added some to the water you just drank. But Magic Potions cost money, so they’re only used in emergencies.”
“How much do those Magic Potions cost? I’ll pay you back once I have some money.”
“It was just a little bit, Lulumiya, don’t worry about it.”
As she helped Lulumiya lie down, Amy continued,
“Besides, how do you plan on earning money? There’s been a big uproar in the royal capital lately about Maid Dolls going missing. For someone as perfect as you, if you got targeted, you’d probably get sold off to some backwater as labor—or worse, dismantled and studied. So just focus on resting for now. Don’t even think about making money.”
“If you really need Magic Potions…”
Amy hesitated, torn by her concern for money, then finally said, “I can lend you some first, Lulumiya.”
“Amy, you really are a good person.”
With her brain still foggy, Lulumiya couldn’t help but sigh.
After nearly being dismantled by the Fourth Imperial Princess, then getting chased by a Debt Collector at the school gate, finally meeting someone as gentle and kind as Amy felt like salvation—she even felt her heart flutter just a little.
If only I’d been reincarnated as a dashing young man, I’d definitely go after her.
“I’m just a country noble’s daughter—nothing special.”
Bathed in moonlight, Amy’s pink hair shimmered faintly, her eyes shining with an unreadable smile.
She brushed Lulumiya’s silver bangs aside with the back of her hand, her gentle voice soft and soothing.
“If you need money, Lulumiya, I know a place. I’ll take you tomorrow. For now, just sleep. After a night’s rest, Mana Depletion Syndrome will pass.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll tidy up a bit before bed. We’ve got class early tomorrow.”
With that, Amy began sorting her books.
The soft rustling of turning pages sounded almost like a lullaby.
After a day of life-or-death ordeals, and still suffering from Mana Depletion Syndrome, Lulumiya soon felt sleep overtake her.
Sinking into Amy’s soft bed, her consciousness swiftly plummeted into the depths.
[Acquired Title: Confident Transmigrator]