But within a few seconds of calming down, my heart started pounding again.

My shyness was so obvious that my master could have sensed my heart.

No, calm down. Isn't it better for the master to be aware of it?

"Master."

"Hmm?"

This time I was staring at my master's face very seriously and couldn't show my weakness again because of shyness.

"I still want to know what I am like in master's eyes, not what I wish to be like. I hope master won't be as perfunctory as before this time."

"Oh? Have the guts to ask me?"

The master's harsh gaze directly crashed through my earnest eyes, and the sense of intimidation made me lower my head in that instant.

"Sorry...master, I...I was wrong. I won't ask."

The heart was in fear, at the same time, for the first time in front of the master, I produced the emotion called grievance.

"Lift up your head."

"Yes."

I dare not slacken. Although the cold air has faded from the master and she has turned gentle again, I still do not dare to look directly into the eyes of the master.

"A very good...child, that's what you look like in my eyes now."

Is that really how it is?

The master really treats me as a child, or could even say that I am her daughter.

Trying to make master to look at me as an object to fall in love with is harder that I imagined.

"Hmm."

My voice became trembled. I don't know if it's because I was scared by the look in my master's eyes just now or because of the uncontrollable negativity in my heart.

The chest is filled with heavy lead. I feel so depressed. I want to escape.

"Master, I'm...I'm leaving."

Stood up from the stool, I bowed slightly towards the master.

"Good night, master."

I maintained the maid's etiquette on the surface. After getting permission from the master I then suppressed my hurried steps and slowly walked out of the master's room. I closed the door, and ran back to my room.

I did not have time to change my clothes and then flung myself onto the bed as if I was deflated.

I want to give up for a while. I think being the master’s daughter is not bad. At least, I can accompany the master. It is enough.

But... then how to make up for the emptiness in my heart?

I reached out my palm and touched my face. I feel that the touch of my master's hand remained on my face.

How can I give up?

I must ask for more.

I jumped up from the bed and found the maid's code that Enise had lent me.

I looked at it in front of the dresser. I had to become a qualified maid.

I turn the first page.

I scan through the preamble, and it just introduced briefly what a maid is.

The last purpose of being a maid: to please the master with all your body and soul. As a maid, you will not leave the master. When the master is happy, you should laugh with her; when the master is sad, you should make her laugh. The first thing to do every day is to wake up and say in the heart that you love the master for a hundred times. The last thing before going to bed every day is also to say that you love the master for a hundred times.

I understand these, so I continue to read the text.

But this Maid’s Code seems to be a little strange.

Like saying good morning, good afternoon and good night to the master every day, sending off the master and truly looking forward to her early return is relatively normal.

But in the third chapter of the maid's duties, there are several articles like this.

---When it is cold, you need to keep the bed warm for your master.

-- You need to be the pillow for the master.

--You need to be prepared to be pushed by the master.

--- Not allowed to resist the master's tutelage.

......

So strange.

I just remembered that this Maid’s Code is used by Lumia and Enise. These two people are a couple, so it is kind of fun for them to do it. It is normal that some of the content of the book are inappropriate for children.

Suddenly I began to envy them. If the master is really willing to do that to me, I will be very happy.

I spent a night to read the entire Maid’s Code. I certainly know how to distinguish between what is normal and what is not, and I probably know how to serve the master.

My status will probably be equivalent to the master's personal maid.

I'd like to find someone to teach me about grooming and dressing, clothing and other knowledge.

I pull the ponytail behind me to the front and stroke it gently. Yes, I need to learn how to tie the hair.

I'm sure I won't be able to learn it in a day or two.

I looked at the preface again. I think it's okay to try to please my master with all my heart and soul, but it's not necessary to say in my mind that I like my master the most every day after I wake up and before I go to bed.

I close the book and put it on the bed.

I take off the maid's dress, change into pajamas and lie down on the bed.

I grabbed the Maid’s Code again and read it.

I cast a spell on the crystal lamp and the light went out.

I lay flat on my back and crossed my arms over my chest, thinking, "I like my master best.

No, I'm so ashamed.

I can't take it anymore after just saying the first time. It seems that I need to continue to practice.

However, I don't know how many times I recited it before I drifted off to sleep.