Chapter 77
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Volume 2 + Chapter 77: Vacation
“Hehehe~”
Serra lay on her bed in her room, legs crossed, looking at the magazine in her hand, quite pleased.
Now she wasn’t dressed in her maid outfit, but in pajamas, casually buttoned, revealing a large expanse of snowy white skin underneath.
Her maid outfit was strewn about everywhere.
The apron was on the sofa, the headpiece fell on the floor, one black silk garter stocking hung on the bed, the other on the ground, high heels, one on the left, one on the right.
If Xia Yi saw that the nearly perfect Royal Maid was in such a state, she would definitely be shocked speechless, doubting life, thinking that the red-haired big sister had been switched.
Privately, when Serra rested alone, this was her state.
Everyone has their habits, and before joining the Royal Maid Corps, Serra was the leader of a gang, always thinking about how to grab territory, deal with rivals, and even at night, she had to be wary of being attacked, and with the lack of family education, she didn’t care about these things like ordinary girls.
This bad habit was corrected during her apprenticeship in the Royal Maid Corps.
As Serra gradually became an official excellent maid, no longer under the control of others, she gradually recovered some of her suppressed nature.
But well, work is work, life is life, she clearly distinguished them, never showing these sides in front of others.
This was Serra’s secret.
“Can’t be, this singer actually had an affair? He’s always marketed himself as a devoted husband.” Serra read the report in the magazine.
Although she is Xia Yi’s personal maid, she is also a formal member of the Royal Maid Corps and is entitled to vacations.
But unlike other maids, most of her vacations are compensatory time off, like working in the morning and resting in the afternoon.
Before the work time at noon, Serra stayed in her room, enjoying some rest.
Serra felt a bit sleepy, wanted to nap, placed the book on her ample bosom, looked at the sunlight coming through the window, and gradually closed her eyes—
That’s when the door was suddenly opened.
Serra jolted, almost jumping up, turned her head to look, and it was a red dragon that looked very similar to herself.
It was her sister, Lucia.
Lucia looked expressionlessly at everything in the room, glanced at her sister, and commented, “How many times have I said, don’t make your room so messy, I don’t even have a place to step…”
“Get out!!”
Serra jumped up, pushed Lucia out, and slammed the door shut.
…
A few minutes passed.
The door opened again, Serra looked helpless, the room was already clean, and she had changed into home clothes.
“I’ve said it, knock before entering my room, don’t push the door without a sound, it can scare people to death,” Serra complained, “Alright, come in.”
Lucia walked in and sat on the sofa.
“You clean up so quickly, why not spend those few minutes to do it?”
“It’s a state of mind, reminding me it’s time to relax, it can adjust my mood.”
“…Alright.”
Serra opened a bottle of red wine, took out two glasses, placed them in front of herself and her sister, added ice cubes, and poured.
“Why are you drinking in broad daylight?” Lucia asked.
“Just one glass, not much, you can’t drink, Sister?”
“That’s not the case.”
Lucia picked up the glass, drank it, and savored the taste.
She quite likes wine, used to drink every day when she was in the gang, could drink all her underlings under the table, but after getting a formal job, she restrained herself a lot and rarely touched alcohol.
After finishing a glass, she felt a bit unsatisfied, took the red wine, and poured another glass.
“Hehe, can’t change your nature, sister.” Serra laughed.
“Aren’t you the same?”
“Can’t help it, who made us have a deadbeat dad? Childhood wasn’t handled well, so now it’s like this.”
Serra shrugged.
Lucia and Serra are sisters, same father, different mothers, but both of their mothers passed away early.
Their father, hardly a role model, basically provided money but rarely cared for the sisters at home, hired nannies and housekeepers to look after them, like an absentee landlord, leading them to start mixing with the wrong crowds early on.
“Did you return from a mission?” Serra asked.
“Yeah, back from the human world.”
“You went to the human world again? That’s not easy, to disguise as a common species, must be a big deal, must be executing some serious mission.”
“That’s not it, I was sent to buy…” Lucia paused, “comics.”
“Ah?”
“Comics related to the Human Sword Saint, don’t know why, but Her Majesty the Queen is so interested… but never mind, perhaps Her Majesty has her reasons.” Lucia was quite puzzled.
Human Sword Saint…?!
Serra’s heart skipped a beat, during her time in Seaside City, she had some suspicions about the relationship between the Princess and the Human Sword Saint.
Now Her Majesty the Queen is so interested in the Sword Saint, indeed…
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Serra shook her head, pretending nothing was wrong.
Absolutely cannot delve into the Princess’s identity, even if suspicious, can’t tell others, to avoid bringing disaster upon oneself.
“You didn’t just want to vent about work with me, did you, Sister?”
“That’s not it, Serra, go back to our hometown, see if father is dead, if he is, settle his affairs, so the people back home don’t say we’re unfilial.” Lucia said expressionlessly.
“He should be alive, right? He wrote to me over thirty years ago…”
“If he’s alive, no problem, just go see him.”
“Oh, but I don’t have time, can’t possibly ask Her Majesty the Queen for leave for that deadbeat dad, that’s absolutely impossible.”
“…Ten years.”
“Hm?”
“I haven’t taken a day off in the last ten years, ten years without a break, in other words, I’ve accumulated a month of legitimate vacation.”
Lucia said calmly, then mentioned something serious.
“Take it.”
“…”
Serra was silent.
Because Lucia often executed missions outside, Serra thought Lucia’s vacations were used to go out and have fun.
She held her forehead, that’s too much of a workaholic.
“Alright, I give up, why don’t you go?”
“I don’t want to see him, afraid I can’t help but breathe a dragon’s breath and kill him.” Lucia explained.
“But I still have to take care of the Princess, can’t just disappear for so long.”
“It’s okay, take the princess with you,” Lucia said, “This is Her Majesty the Queen’s intention.”
“Her Majesty the Queen?”
Lucia’s eyes changed, “Her Majesty the Queen specifically wants the princess to handle some matters, near our hometown—near Corolle.”
