After finishing my meal, I washed the plates and utensils spotlessly clean. As I placed them back in the cupboard, exactly where they were before, I let out a sigh of relief. As a saint, if I had lived a privileged life for the past fifteen years, I would have felt that doing dishes was beneath me. Fortunately, the Archbishop had raised me to be independent, so it was just a matter of washing an extra set of dishes for me.

When I returned to the living room, I found the hero lying on the couch, already asleep. Eating a full meal makes one easily drowsy, they say. But still, why would she sleep here? I couldn't do anything about it, so I carefully covered her with a blanket. As I observed her peaceful sleeping face, I realized that she was probably around the same age as me. Just a little shorter, if I remember correctly. Such a seemingly frail pseudo boy, but the one who was prophesied to defeat that person. What kind of power does she hide? I am very much looking forward to finding out.

Perhaps her hidden power is deeply concealed, and I didn't notice it on the first day of our acquaintance. But that's okay, there is plenty of time ahead.

No wonder Triste wanted me to stay by her side. As a saint, I will definitely guide her well. Hmm!

Time passed quickly, and soon it was nightfall. I quietly went to my bedroom to put away my luggage and then went to the bathroom. For the past fifteen years, I have always followed the Archbishop's teachings and bathed alone. I have never used a public bathroom. Looking back now, it was to avoid revealing that I am a boy.

Now, I locked the bathroom door before carefully removing the maid outfit that I had been wearing all day. Ever since I found out that I am a boy, I felt ashamed to be naked and didn't want to look at myself for too long. I quickly approached the shower and used the strongest water flow to cleanse my body.

- A cleansing feeling of washing away sins.

No matter how much I wash, I am still a boy...

Due to the fried goblin beans, my hair had a smell of oil and smoke, so I used a large amount of shampoo. After showering, I dried my hair and changed into a nightgown. For the past fifteen years, I have been sleeping in dresses, and even though I discovered that I am a boy, it is not something that can easily be changed.

I noticed a subtle psychological phenomenon. Whether it's a school uniform or a nightgown, as long as it is a dress that I used to wear before I knew I was a boy, I don't feel resistant. On the contrary, when I try on dresses after knowing that I am a boy, like the maid outfit, I feel extremely embarrassed. What is going on?

I returned to the living room where the hero was still sleeping. I stayed with her for a while, and when the warm fire from the fireplace dried my hair, I carefully left. It was already late at night. I wrote a letter to Triste to let her know that everything was fine and handed it to the raven to deliver. It is a magical bird that always delivers the letter to the intended recipient.

With the final task completed, I crawled into bed. The silky feeling of the nightgown against my skin was comfortable, and I soon fell asleep.

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The next morning, after finishing my morning routine, I changed into the maid outfit. Today, there is a slight difference between me and yesterday! Specifically, I...uh... As I had thought on the carriage yesterday, I put on black stockings. I stared at my legs in the full-length mirror, feeling a bit embarrassed because they didn't match my imagination.

Maybe it's because the fabric of the stockings is not thick enough and too thin? When worn, they are slightly transparent, revealing a hint of flesh color. It's too subtle, and I don't dare to wear them outside where people can see me.

Moreover, it's not just about making my legs look slim, they look downright skinny. The area from my knees to my calves feels a bit uncomfortable... Are my legs not sufficiently straight? That's impossible.

I reconsidered and thought it would be better to have thicker fabric, to be more conservative. Alas, I bought the wrong ones. I took off the stockings disgruntledly while looking at myself in the mirror.

So, what should I wear instead?

I settled for knee-high socks, which were part of the maid outfit. When I put them on, they gave me a normal sense of being in my absolute domain. Why do I feel embarrassed when I wear them? It's not because of the lace at the top. Some of my underwear also has lace, which means I can accept it psychologically.

Of course, lace trims are different when worn as innerwear for oneself and when worn outside for others to see. The latter makes me feel embarrassed. What kind of phenomenon is this?I pondered and seemed to find the answer.

The answer is - the bow on the sock cuff.

Even if Triste repeats how cute I look in it and what I can handle, my recently awakened boy's dignity would resist against something so childish and cute like a bow, right?

Especially when paired with a maid outfit, it would cause subtle reactions and make me feel extremely embarrassed.

After thinking it over, I decided to cut off the bow with scissors and leave only the lace trim. After finishing, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and indeed, it didn't feel as embarrassing anymore.

Hmm~ I feel relieved.

Only then did I leave the room and greet the new day.

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For breakfast, I prepared milk and ham and egg sandwiches for the Hero, and adding sliced avocado would make it more nutritious, right?

"Did you help me with the blanket last night?" she asked as she ate her sandwich.

"Yes, I didn't want you to catch a cold."

"..."

She lowered her head and quietly nibbled on her sandwich.

Watching her eat the breakfast I made, I realized that I had a knack for taking care of people.

"Yesterday, you told me that this world has magic."

I nodded. "Yes."

"I'm a little curious," she asked me. "How can I learn magic?"

I was slightly taken aback, realizing that this was the third request she made after the villa and the maid.

"You want to learn magic?"

Let me think -

Right!

"I can ask my sister to guide you!" I said to her.

"Your sister? Can I trust her?" she looked at me somewhat unsure.

"No problem! She used to be the second-ranked talented student in the Magic Academy's Tower."

I could only say this much. If I continued, she would question how a mere maid like me could know someone of that level.

"Oh? Your sister is very impressive. Then who is ranked first?"

"The first-ranking..."

Unconsciously, I held the round tray in my arms tightly. Since she asked this, I could only answer her.

"It's... the Demon King."