“So, can I walk now?”
Lin Sheng decided not to dig any deeper into the matter.
After all, he doubted he could get a proper answer from Serveyia anyway.
“Of course, Your Highness. Please trust the technology of Saint Laia.”
A confident smile appeared on Serveyia’s face. Lin Sheng always felt that this smile was a bit frightening.
He also felt as if there were other secrets hidden behind that smile.
Serveyia waved her hand, just like before.
Lin Sheng grit his teeth, preparing himself for a wave of ‘pleasure,’ but… it didn’t come?
No, no, to be precise, it was better that it didn’t come. It seemed he was spared from that kind of blissful ‘torment’ for the time being.
“Since we’ve confirmed there are no issues, shall we set off?”
“Set off?”
“Yes. Or does Your Highness plan to stay here? Although I have no objections to that, considering there’s no place for me to stay here, please allow me to decline.”
“That’s not the problem! Clothes, I’m talking about clothes! Are you planning to let me go out like this?”
Lin Sheng’s current attire was maximally provocative.
He wore only a shirt on his upper body, and black stockings with underwear below.
To be honest, even as sleepwear, Lin Sheng would feel embarrassed, let alone walking around outside.
He was sure his residence wasn’t in this room, but if he had to walk out and be seen by others, he’d rather die.
“Anything is fine—just isn’t there anything I can wear?”
Although Lin Sheng knew that the moment he spoke those words, he probably wouldn’t have a say in what he wore anymore.
If Serveyia really brought out something even more shameful, he’d probably have no choice but to endure the humiliation and put it on.
But no matter how shameful it was, could it be worse than what he was wearing now?
“Uh, sorry. That was our oversight.”
Unexpectedly, Serveyia bowed seriously to Lin Sheng in apology.
Then, she whispered something to her Brooch.
Within ten minutes, there was a knock on the door.
A Maid entered, holding a plain dress in her hands.
“Although it doesn’t quite match the identity of a Princess, for now, I ask Your Highness to endure it a little.”
Serveyia’s words remained impeccable.
Every sentence reflected respect, leaving Lin Sheng with no room for rebuttal.
But her actions were anything but respectful—she walked straight over with the dress.
“Y-you, what are you doing?”
Lin Sheng wanted to back away, but the bed was behind him.
He had nowhere to retreat.
“To change Your Highness’s clothes, isn’t it obvious?”
“No, no, I can do it myself.”
Serveyia continued speaking, but her hands never stopped moving.
With a swift motion, she took off Lin Sheng’s shirt, then just as quickly slipped the dress onto him.
“By the time Your Highness hesitates and fidgets over there, I could change your clothes ten times.”
Serveyia spoke with a blank expression, as if stating the most ordinary fact.
But could one really talk about undressing and dressing someone with such calmness?
However, the dress turned out to be surprisingly normal.
Hmm, it seemed his expectations for Saint Laia—or rather, Serveyia—had sunk so low that even seeing a plain dress felt surprising.
“Now, can we go?”
Ignoring the still-pouting Lin Sheng, Serveyia took his hand and led him out of the room.
“Wait, shoes, I haven’t put on shoes!”
Ignoring Lin Sheng’s cry of despair, Serveyia simply lifted him into a Princess carry.
“Is this alright, my Princess?”
“Y-yes.”
Lin Sheng wanted to resist, but the thought that struggling might end with him falling stopped him.
Still, just because he didn’t resist didn’t mean he accepted it.
Being carried out like this was just as shameful as going out in that previous outfit.
“Can you put me down, please?”
“But, there are no shoes, are there?”
Damn it, Serveyia was definitely brushing him off.
But what else could he do? Was he really supposed to walk around in stockings?
“Hmph, fine, carry me then! Tire yourself out!”
Lin Sheng hugged his tail to his chest, hiding his face.
If he couldn’t see, then no one could see him either!
“Your Highness looks cute when you’re being stubborn too. Don’t worry. We won’t meet anyone else along the way. You can relax.”
How should he put it? If no one else would see him, then maybe it wasn’t so humiliating after all.
Humans were strange creatures—because Serveyia had already seen him at his most shameful, he could continue showing his embarrassing side to her.
Was that how it worked?
And Serveyia was being unexpectedly considerate.
Maybe he should reconsider his opinion of her.
“After all, if Your Highness were to show such a shameful side in front of classmates, it would damage the Princess’s reputation.”
Damn, she was still a sharp-tongued Maid.