Chapter 25: Care and Feeding Notes?!

Lilia stared at the black notebook in her hand.

‘Pet Rearing Notes, Day One’.

Lucia’s handwriting.

What the hell?!

Rearing notes?!

That pervert was recording her like an experimental animal?!

Lilia flipped to the second page.

‘Subject’s emotions unstable, shows signs of refusing food.’

‘Forced feeding, effective.’

‘Head Maid introduced for auxiliary management, subject displays vigilance.’

‘Nighttime hugging to sleep, verbal resistance, body response honest.’

‘Preliminary judgment: no rejection of physical contact, mild dependence present.’

Lilia’s face burned.

Body response honest?

Dependence?

Bullshit! Meow!

She was conserving energy to counterattack that night!

Her fingers trembled as she turned to the next page.

‘Day Three:’

‘Subject explored the Alchemy Laboratory, consistent with predictions.’

‘Soul origin is unique, thought patterns tend toward logical deconstruction, important observation point.’

‘Watched a Historical Documentary at night, showed impatience, fell asleep after physical comfort.’

‘Dependence increased.’

Lilia clenched her teeth.

That time with the laundry.

That time the bathroom exploded.

That time she drank the wrong medicine and turned into a Catgirl.

And the pile of Yarn Balls last night.

Every incident was written out clearly.

Even with ratings.

Alchemy Destruction Potential: A+, but Scientific Thinking noteworthy.

Plan: increase material supply, test limits.

Cat Traits: S-level unexpected gain.

Pet Attributes greatly enhanced, entertainment value improved.

Plan: produce Accessory.

Lilia’s hands shook even harder.

Accessory!

Cat Ears!

Cat Tail!

And this damn Lace Apron!

All part of the plan!

The tail behind her exploded, every hair standing on end.

She flipped to the latest page.

Yesterday’s entry.

Subject researched Yarn Ball all night, submitted absurd report.

Thought process exceeded expectations again.

Today, feigned obedience, poor acting but commendable attitude.

Judgment: has entered ‘using flattery to achieve goals’ stage.

Plan: go along with it.

Use cleaning the Study as a pretext to bring into the core area, test behavior patterns in an unsupervised environment.

Note: Notebook placed on bottom of bookshelf, no restrictions set.

Testing curiosity and courage to break rules.

Lilia froze.

Testing?

This crappy diary.

Was it left here on purpose for her to read?!

From the moment she entered the Study.

Every step.

Was in that pervert’s calculations!

Cold spread from her feet upward.

She felt like a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web.

No matter how she struggled, it was useless.

“Is it that interesting to look at?”

A cold voice sounded behind her.

Every hair on Lilia’s body stood on end.

Her hand loosened, and the notebook fell to the floor with a ‘thud’.

She stiffly turned her neck.

Lucia was standing there.

No idea when she’d arrived.

Those blood-red eyes stared at her.

Lilia’s legs went weak.

“M…Master…meow.”

Her voice trembled.

“I was cleaning! Meow! Saw the book had fallen, wanted to put it back, meow!”

Play dumb!

Never admit it!

“Really?”

Lucia bent down and picked up the notebook.

She patted the dust off it.

“I thought you were very interested in my rearing notes.”

Lilia’s face turned pale.

She really knew everything!

“I didn’t look! Meow! Didn’t see anything, meow!”

“Didn’t see?”

Lucia took a step closer.

“Then why is your tail shaking like that?”

Lilia tried to control her tail.

But the useless thing just trembled even harder.

It was over.

Caught red-handed.

How would she be dealt with?

Hung on the wall as decoration?

Or made into a rug?

“It seems cleaning can’t satisfy your curiosity.”

Lucia approached step by step.

Lilia retreated, her back pressing against the cold bookshelf.

Nowhere left to run.

“The punishment for peeking at your master’s diary.”

Lucia pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.

Warm breath sprayed onto her face.

“This afternoon, I’ll teach you personally.”

“T-Teach what? Meow?”

Lilia’s voice broke.

“To teach you…”

Lucia released her hand and walked around to sit behind the Ebonwood Desk.

She picked up a book, didn’t open it, just crossed her legs elegantly.

“How to be a qualified Personal Maid.”

Lilia’s pupils dilated.

Personal Maid?

A bad feeling surged up.

‘First Lesson.’

Lucia’s voice echoed in the Study.

‘Brew me a pot of black tea.’

‘Now.’

Lilia paused.

Brew tea?

Just this?

She thought it would be some perverted punishment.

“What? Can’t do it?”

Lucia raised an eyebrow.

“I can do it! Meow!”

Lilia nodded immediately.

It’s just making tea!

She even studied the Tea Ceremony back on Earth!

Just perfect to show this pervert what true professionalism looked like!

There was a small Tea Room in the corner of the Study, fully equipped.

Lilia ran over, boiled water, warmed the cups, took out the tea leaves.

Her movements were smooth.

The tea leaves were top-grade Elf Black Tea, the water Snow Mountain Morning Dew.

She performed every step with perfect precision.

Soon, a pot of fragrant black tea was ready.

She carried the tray carefully to the desk.

“Master, please enjoy your tea, meow.”

She gently set the teacup down.

Lucia picked up the cup, brought it to her nose, and inhaled.

“Nice aroma.”

She set it down.

“But your pouring posture is unqualified.”

Lilia froze.

Posture?

Her actions just now were textbook standard!

“A qualified Personal Maid must use a posture that pleases her master when pouring tea.”

Lucia pointed at the carpet in front of the desk.

“Kneel.”

Lilia’s mind went blank.

Kneeling to serve tea?

“Again.”