The fitting room of the villa.
Several large floor-to-ceiling mirrors were pushed in, and a few attendants sent by the main family stood respectfully to the side.
Standing in the center of the room was a middle-aged tailor with a finely trimmed mustache and a monocle. A badge of the Royal Capital Senior Tailor was pinned on his chest, his chin slightly raised.
Despite trying to hide it, the arrogance of someone who served only the upper nobility of the capital was palpable.
“Young Master Leo, please turn around and take a look at the tailoring of this suit.”
The tailor spoke with a flawless royal capital accent, holding a measuring tape and gesturing at the deep blue velvet suit Leo had just changed into.
“Master Cedric specifically ordered this fabric—woven from the finest Northern snow silkworm silk and high-grade magical beast leather.”
“Not only is it luxurious, shimmering under the light, but it also offers excellent breathability. If you wear this to the coming-of-age ceremony, it will undoubtedly showcase the glorious honor of the Kastian family.”
Leo stood before the mirror, turning his head left and right.
To be fair, the suit was indeed very beautiful.
The deep blue fabric made his golden hair shine even brighter, and the shoulder tassels and dark silver embroidery on the chest perfectly accentuated his increasingly toned physique from recent training.
He tugged at his bow tie proudly, then turned to look at Ailiya, who stood by with her hands folded, watching coldly on the sidelines.
“Well? Pretty handsome, huh?”
Leo raised an eyebrow, trying to pry a compliment out of his maid.
Ailiya did not answer immediately.
Her gaze calmly slid from Leo’s shoulder to his waist, then to the seams of his pants.
“The fabric is indeed snow silkworm silk, and the craftsmanship is fairly fine. From a purely visual standpoint, it barely manages to package you into a presentable young noble.”
Ailiya spoke in a flat tone.
Hearing the first half, the old tailor proudly stroked his mustache, and Leo grinned.
But then Ailiya changed her tune.
“However, if the Young Master plans to wear this to a banquet that requires bowing and even minor physical contact…”
Ailiya slowly stepped forward, stopping in front of Leo. She raised her gloved hand and gently pinched a seam under the armpit and on the back of the suit.
“Then I suggest you wear a decent enough undershirt. That way, if it splits, you won’t expose your unimpressive muscles to the entire royal capital’s nobility.”
“What nonsense are you talking?!”
The old tailor jumped up like he had been stepped on, his face flushing red.
“This suit was sewn under my personal supervision! What do you, a country maid, know about tailoring!”
“Is that so?”
Ailiya didn’t even glance at the tailor.
Her fingers suddenly exerted force, gently pulling along the seam.
Rrriiiip—!
The crisp sound of fabric tearing echoed in the quiet front hall.
Under Leo’s stunned gaze and the tailor’s terrified shriek, the suit that was supposedly made of “the finest materials” split from the armpit all the way to the waist like a fragile sheet of paper!
Half of Leo’s body was instantly exposed to the air. A cool breeze brushed against him, and he awkwardly clutched the torn suit.
“You… what have you done! You’re destroying the main family’s gift!”
The old tailor pointed at Ailiya, his finger trembling.
“I’m just eliminating a potential accident for the Young Master in advance.”
Ailiya’s face was expressionless as she pinched a thin thread she had pulled from the tear and held it up in the air.
Her icy blue eyes coldly swept over the sweaty tailor.
“All the stress points of the entire suit—including the armpits, back, and the crotch—were sewn with this kind of thread.”
“If I’m not mistaken, when Young Master Leo trembles slightly from nervousness at the banquet, or at the most critical moment when he bows, this suit will instantly burst open like a flower.”
Ailiya casually tossed the broken thread onto the tailor’s face, her tone dripping with undisguised mockery.
“Using such a low-down trick to make a minor publicly humiliate himself and become a laughingstock in front of all the city’s elites. The magnanimity and scheming of a young master from the capital truly open the eyes of this country maid.”
The moment these words were spoken, the air in the entire front hall dropped to freezing point.
Leo’s face turned from embarrassment to ashen. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.
If not for Ailiya’s sharp eyes, he would have suffered social death tomorrow night, never able to hold his head up in the Kingdom of Roland again.
“That bastard Cedric!”
Leo gritted his teeth, fury nearly shooting from his eyes.
“He wanted me to make a fool of myself in front of everyone?!”
“Th-this is a misunderstanding! An apprentice might have grabbed the wrong thread!”
The tailor was still making feeble excuses, but his constant wiping of sweat had already completely betrayed him.
“Get out.”
Leo pointed at the door, his voice low and terrifying.
“Take your people and get out of the villa!”
“Wait.”
Ailiya suddenly spoke, stopping the tailor who was about to flee in relief.
Her eyes landed on a nearby, slightly smaller, exquisitely wrapped gift box that had not yet been opened.
“What is that?”
The tailor froze, forcing a dry smile.
“Th-that… Master Cedric specifically ordered that uniform for your beautiful head maid to wear at the banquet. Master said your temperament is outstanding, that an ordinary uniform wouldn’t suit you…”
Ailiya didn’t let him finish. She walked over and flipped open the box’s ribbon with one hand.
When she saw what was inside, Ailiya’s eternally stoic face twitched twice.
It was indeed a maid uniform.
But it was an absurdly modified version, full of unspeakable malicious kink.
Large sections of sheer black lace, a neckline so low it nearly reached her navel, and the back was boldly cut out, with only a few thin lace ribbons loosely tied, barely outlining the spine.
And the skirt was so short it didn’t even cover the tops of her thighs.
This wasn’t a uniform for work—it was clearly lingerie for some seedy pleasure den!
That brain-dead Cedric actually wanted her to wear something like that to a banquet?
Snap!
Ailiya ruthlessly closed the lid.
“That bastard Cedric dares to send you something this disgusting?!”
Leo also saw the clothes in the box. His earlier anger instantly transformed into a fierce protective instinct and furious territorial violation.
“Young Master, calm down.”
Ailiya’s voice was eerily calm.
She turned to the tailor, who was now so scared he was about to piss himself.
“Tell Master Cedric that I accept the clothes.”
“Y-yes…”
The tailor scrambled out of the villa with his attendants.
The front hall fell silent again.
Leo sulked on the sofa, filled with anger and a sense of helplessness.
“That guy never had good intentions from the start. Luckily I already had my own suit prepared for the coming-of-age ceremony, but it’s mediocre in style—not as luxurious as this one. I thought I’d just use this to make a show, but it turns out it was a trap.”
Ailiya said nothing.
She took off her white gloves, walked over to Leo, and stripped the torn suit off his body. She laid it flat on the wide coffee table.
“You seem unaware that besides cleaning and beating you up, I also have some other side jobs.”
Ailiya pulled out a pair of silver scissors and a silver needle that emitted a faint glow from somewhere.
“Take off your jacket. Stand still.”
Under Leo’s stunned gaze, Ailiya’s hands became a blur.
Scissors danced across the discarded fabric, the silver needle and thread weaving rapidly through the torn gaps.
The originally fragile and purely decorative cuts were altered; under her modifications, hidden pleats were added to the armpits and back, greatly increasing the range of motion for the joints.
Less than half an hour later.
A completely transformed deep blue suit was draped back over Leo.
Not only did it look stiffer and more fitted than before, but when Leo tried doing a few large martial arts moves, there wasn’t a hint of tightness or restriction.
This was no longer a simple suit—it was a high-level tactical trench coat disguised as formal wear.
“Th-this is incredible!”
Leo touched the smooth, tough seams, his eyes lighting up like searchlights.
His gaze at Ailiya had already evolved from simple like to worship of an all-powerful deity.
“Ailiya, is there anything you can’t do?”
Leo spun around excitedly.
“Shut up, Young Master.”
Ailiya put away her needle and thread, put her white gloves back on, her tone still cold.
“This was just an equivalent emergency repair service. Remember to deduct five gold coins for the craftsmanship from your allowance bill.”
“As for this trash…”
Her eyes fell on the black wooden box full of the cheap fetish outfit.
No angry declarations, no gnashing revenge plans.
Ailiya simply picked up that scrap of clothing like a moldy rag, expressionless, and tossed it in the air.
Thump.
The bundle of cloth landed precisely in the wastebasket in the corner of the hall.
“Trash belongs in the trash can.”
Ailiya dusted off her hands, turned, and walked toward the maid’s resting room deeper in the corridor, leaving Leo a crisp, clean back.
The hall fell quiet.
Ailiya’s footsteps gradually faded down the corridor.
Leo stood still, swallowing hard.
His eyes uncontrollably drifted toward the wastebasket.
Because he had been too busy being furious earlier, he hadn’t really seen what disgusting thing that bastard Cedric had sent.
Now that no one was around, the boy’s curiosity grew like weeds.
“I’ll just see how depraved the main family can be…”
Leo found himself a lofty excuse, guiltily looked around, then crept over to the wastebasket.
“I have to take a critical look…”
He reached out two fingers, carefully fished out that black bundle of cloth, and spread it in the air.
“Whoa…”
Leo’s eyes went wide.
“The skirt is way too short? And the top fabric is see-through? What kind of sewer sludge is in that bastard Cedric’s head?!”
While gritting his teeth and cursing in his mind, Leo was frozen like a paralysis curse had hit him, staring at the clothes.
Completely uncontrollably, he started mentally draping that dress over that cool, silver-haired figure…
His mind involuntarily conjured up that cold, stunning face, imagining some absurd scenes.
Boom!
Leo’s face turned red as a ripe tomato, and his breathing became ragged.
Just as his brain was about to short-circuit from the mental images.
“Young Master.”
A voice, faint as if blown from an arctic tundra, sounded without warning from the corner of the corridor about a dozen meters away.
Leo’s entire body stiffened. He turned his head like a rusty gear, jerking in motions.
Ailiya had somehow returned. She stood with her hands folded, half of her body hidden in the shadows of the corridor.
Those icy blue eyes were now staring at him with a look of utter disgust and coldness, like he was “non-recyclable hazardous waste.”
And at the fetish maid dress he was holding.
The air died completely in that moment.
“I originally thought your taste was limited to those third-rate travel novels.”
She tilted her head slightly, the disdain in her eyes almost overflowing.
“I didn’t expect you to also have a unique hobby of digging through trash cans for fetish outfits.”
“If you have such a strong cross-dressing desire for these defenseless rags, I don’t mind using my sewing skills to tailor a men’s version for you.”
“I guarantee you’ll stun the entire royal capital and become the center of attention at tomorrow night’s coming-of-age ceremony.”
“No! I didn’t! Listen, I can explain!”
Leo flung the clothes away as if shocked, waving his hands wildly in the air, about to cry from panic.
“I was just criticizing! Criticizing Cedric’s depraved taste! I… I absolutely did not imagine you wearing it!”
“Oh.”
Ailiya replied with a single, flat syllable.
“You gave yourself away.”
She turned around, this time truly leaving, only a light remark echoing in the corridor.
“Remember to wash your hands, Young Master. Don’t touch tonight’s dinner with the hand that rummaged through the trash.”
Leo stood frozen, like a petrified statue, his face flushing white and red, utterly mortified, wishing he could crawl into a crack in the floor.
Only after the hall fell completely silent did he droop his head, his mind a mess as he started pondering.
Damn it…
He scratched his head in frustration, his cheeks still burning hot.
He really hadn’t controlled his eyes or his brain just now.
But he wasn’t someone with that kind of dirty mind or low morals.
Besides, any normal man would inevitably stare and think twice at deliberately provocative clothes like that.
Leo quietly made excuses for himself in his head.
But the thought of Ailiya’s disgusted look just now, that gaze treating him like an idiot, made him feel deeply uneasy.
It’s over.
In her eyes, I’ve probably been labeled a perverted young master again.
Thinking about how Ailiya would only look at him with even more disdain and coldness in the future, Leo’s head throbbed.
One day she will wear it. I believe in Leo!