“Heh… That Liliath has finally left. Now I can enjoy some time alone.”
Sairi leapt onto the big bed, bouncing twice before rolling around and pounding the soft pillows to vent her frustrations. After all, the grudge she’d built up over the past two days was far from negligible.
But now, Sairi hesitated about whether to release Hilvia immediately. She had already been embraced by Liliath, the First Embrace of the City’s vampire clan.
Did Hilvia still dislike her? And vampires needed to feed on blood—but Sairi really didn’t want to do that. What if one day she lost control and attacked Hilvia herself?
“Ugh—so annoying!” she groaned, burying her head into the pillow as her legs continued kicking against the bed.
Still, this experience was quite amazing. She was now part of the vampire clan, so logically, those vampires were her relatives.
Didn’t that mean she’d basically gained another powerful ally? Add in the human hero Hilvia, and Sairi felt like she could walk around fearlessly—no one could intimidate her anymore, haha!
As for how Hilvia saw her, surely she could come up with some reason that Hilvia would accept?
Thinking of this made Sairi blush uncontrollably.
Hilvia had teased her in so many ways before; now that she’d become a vampire, maybe she could even pin Hilvia down and fiercely suck her blood. She’d finally become the one on the offensive!
Excited, Sairi buried her head deeper into the pillow, her legs thumping the bed up and down like a teenage girl nervously anticipating confessing her feelings.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.
“Miss Sairi, it’s Vera. I’ve brought you some warm milk.”
Outside, Vera’s signature calm and gentle voice came through.
“Come in.”
Sairi immediately sat up straight, trying to look dignified (at least in her own mind), her bright eyes sparkling as she glanced toward the door—she secretly swallowed; she was indeed a bit thirsty.
The door silently slid open, and Vera entered carrying a silver tray.
Still impeccably dressed in her black-and-white maid uniform, Vera’s long purple hair was perfectly pinned, radiating a mature and intellectual aura.
On the tray rested a plate of what looked like delightfully crispy honey-drizzled thin pancakes, a small dish of fresh berries, and a cup of… steaming hot, milky-white liquid.
“I know what the pancakes and berries are, but what’s this white stuff?”
“This is freshly warmed milk from the kitchen. Princess Liliath instructed that, since you’ve just completed your transformation, you need to replenish with some… gentle energy.”
Vera carefully set the tray on the low table beside the bed, her tone flat and factual.
Warm milk? Sairi blinked her pink eyes. She was definitely thirsty, and the rich milky aroma was tempting. So Liliath actually cared?
But milk existed in this world? Honestly, Sairi wasn’t fond of milk—she’d had lactose intolerance before, and drinking milk always gave her a stomach ache, so she usually only drank milk-flavored beverages.
Seeing Sairi pause, Vera seemed to think she had concerns and proceeded to explain in detail.
“Miss Sairi, this milk is fresh—staff just milked it today. It was handed over to the Housekeeping Maid Corps for inspection, then we disinfected, heated, and kept it warm before I delivered it to you.”
Hearing this, Sairi felt the vampires were oddly kind to her.
Though the method was a bit strange. (She had no idea this might be a special way vampires cared for their ‘younglings’.)
“Ahem… Thanks, Vera.”
***
In a good mood, Sairi decided to forgive the usually expressionless Maid Chief for now (mostly forgiving Liliath behind her back).
Besides, if she didn’t drink it soon, Vera would probably keep nagging, so better to just finish it in one go and show some spirit—let Vera see how tough and generous she could be!
Sairi reached out eagerly to grab the cup of milk, thinking about quickly finishing it and moving on to the delicious pancakes and berries, hehe!
Just as Vera had set the tray down and was about to straighten up, she saw Sairi already reaching for the cup. Her brown eyes flickered slightly, as if about to warn her, but it was too late—
“Pfft—!!! I’m… cough cough!!!”
Sairi gulped down a large mouthful of hot milk, but the scalding temperature far exceeded her expectations.
Her tongue and palate felt as if seared by a branding iron, pain making tears stream uncontrollably! Unable to stop herself, she opened her mouth and the scalding milk mixed with saliva sprayed out like a fountain.
“Wah! That burned me!”
She dropped the cup (luckily Vera’s quick reflexes caught it), fanning her mouth desperately with her small hands, tears welling in her eyes.
Her tongue stretched out like a little puppy burned by hot food—utterly ungraceful.
Much of the milk spilled onto the sheets and her black sheer nightdress, leaving ugly, bright stains.
The scene was utterly chaotic.
Vera reacted swiftly and calmly. She steadied the cup on the table, then pulled out a clean, soft white handkerchief from somewhere.
“My apologies, Miss Sairi.”
Her voice remained steady as she stepped forward, her movements gentle yet resolute, tilting Sairi’s chin up and meticulously wiping milk off her chin, cheeks, and neck with the handkerchief, then quickly cleaning the stain on her dress’s chest area.
Her actions were professional and efficient, with no hint of disgust or panic—as if this was just routine.
Dizzy from the burn, Sairi let Vera handle everything.
Once the pain eased, an overwhelming wave of embarrassment crashed over her—so humiliating, especially in front of the always perfect and composed Maid Chief.
Watching Vera meticulously wipe the milk stains off the floor, maintaining a calm, unruffled demeanor as if nothing had happened and simply treating Sairi like a minor inconvenience, sparked an inexplicable urge to cause trouble.
So annoying, so very annoying. (n)
It was all that blasted milk’s fault—and Vera’s, for not warning her earlier. She must be doing it on purpose! Sairi’s little mind started to blame Vera irrationally.
Though the milk was visibly steaming when Vera brought it in, and she did mention it was heated.
“Hmph!”
Sairi deliberately snorted, turning her head and pouting, ready to deploy her (childish) obstinate skills.
“Vera! Was that milk trying to burn me alive? Do you have it out for me?”
Vera paused mid-cleaning, then lifted her head, her brown eyes calm as she bowed slightly.
“I sincerely apologize, Miss Sairi. It was my oversight not to warn you about the temperature. I will immediately bring you a cooler cup.”
Vera must have been shocked by how difficult Sairi was being.
Hmph, I can’t beat Hilvia or Liliath, but I’m sure I can take you, Vera!
“Just bring another cup?” Sairi lifted her chin, her pale pink hair swaying as she tried to look fierce, though to Vera she probably looked more like a fluffed-up kitten.
“I got burned, my tongue still hurts, and my dress, the floor, and the bedsheets are all dirty now. And those are Liliath’ favorite silk sheets!” (She made that part up.)
Vera’s expression didn’t change. She bowed again. “I will take responsibility for cleaning everything thoroughly and restoring it to its original state.”
“No way!”
Sairi pushed her luck, pointing at the cup Vera had placed on the table, still steaming faintly.
“I want to punish you! I’m going to punish you by making you cool down this milk—make it ready to drink right now! And…”
Sairi’s eyes darted mischievously as she thought of something more “excessive.”
“You have to feed me one spoonful at a time! Otherwise, I won’t drink it. I’ll tell Liliath you’re abusing me! Then Liliath can punish you properly!”
Let’s see if you can keep that poker face.
Vera silently stared at Sairi for a few seconds. Sairi felt a little guilty but kept glaring back.
Just when she thought Vera would refuse or run to tell Liliath, Vera bowed once more, her tone still calm and unwavering: “As you wish, Miss Sairi.”
Then Vera extended her right hand, slender and pale fingertips hovering just above the hot milk.
A faint, almost invisible cold mist seeped from her fingertips, slowly enveloping the cup’s rim.
Tiny droplets quickly condensed on the cup’s surface, and the visible steam rapidly diminished and vanished.
Sairi’s eyes widened, forgetting to keep teasing. Wow! Ice magic can be used like this? So convenient!
And Vera can use ice magic too—I thought only Liliath could. Looks like there are quite a few powerful figures among the vampires. Whether she herself could beat Vera now was another question.
Within seconds, Vera withdrew her hand and the cold mist disappeared.
She picked up the cup, testing the temperature with her fingertips, then took a small silver spoon from the tray, scooped up some milk, and brought it to Sairi’s lips.
The milk was now perfectly warm—comforting but not scalding.
“Miss Sairi, please drink.”
Vera’s voice was steady, her brown eyes calm as if feeding her mistress milk one spoonful at a time was the most normal task in the world.
Sairi had prepared a whole list of complaints but suddenly found herself speechless. Vera didn’t respond to her antics at all—this kind of “cooperation” hit Sairi like punching a cotton ball.
Looking at the spoon offered to her and Vera’s utterly professional, businesslike expression, Sairi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
She awkwardly opened her mouth and gently took the spoon.
The warm milk slid down her throat, its temperature just right, with a rich milky aroma that soothed her burned tongue.
This milk was actually quite good—sweet, smooth, and after Vera’s precise cooling, it still retained its flavor.
Vera’s movements were steady, spoon after spoon, neither fast nor slow, perfectly timed.
Sairi mechanically drank, secretly studying Vera.
She noticed that Vera’s expression never changed once—not impatient, not humiliated, not even a flicker of emotion—just completely focused on the “feeding milk” task.
And being so close, Sairi could see Vera’s pupils carefully watching the milk and spoon coordination. Vera was a pure working machine.
Suddenly, Sairi felt like a brat throwing a tantrum.
Although, considering her actual age, she was definitely a child in this woman’s presence.
Before long, the cup was empty.
Vera set down the spoon and empty cup, then produced a clean handkerchief to gently wipe the corner of Sairi’s mouth.
“Miss Sairi, would you like some more pancakes or berries?”
Sairi looked at the tempting honey pancakes and then back at Vera’s calm, unreadable face. The urge to cause trouble had long since vanished, replaced by a faint guilt.
Better not cause more trouble; Vera was actually quite good to her.
“No… no more,” Sairi said softly, eyes darting. “Um… I can clean the sheets myself…”
“Cleaning is my responsibility,” Vera said with a slight bow. “Please rest well. If you need anything, you may call on me at any time.”
With that, she picked up the tray and quietly exited the room, gently closing the door behind her.
Sairi sat alone on the bed, touching her lips that still faintly smelled of milk, then glanced at the faint water stain on the bedsheet that hadn’t completely dried yet, feeling a little dazed.
“Hmm… maybe I overdid it?” she murmured, her pinkish-gold hair drooping, looking a bit wilted.
This personal maid… seemed way too patient? Or maybe she simply didn’t take her childish antics seriously at all.
Shaking her head, Sairi decided not to think about it anymore. She reached for a honey pancake and bit off a big piece, the sweet taste instantly healing that small pang of guilt.
“Whatever, next time… I’ll be a little less difficult.”
The room returned to calm, and Sairi let go of everything, turning back to enjoy the delicious pancakes and berries.
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