My Maids are All Final Villainesses

Clay stared at her for a moment longer.

Then, without saying anything, his gaze softened.

He looked at Cy. At Cerys.

And suddenly, a completely calculated thought crossed his mind.

I’m gonna test her system... Let’s begin complimenting her.

He said in his head.

Let’s begin, system!

Suddenly, Clay muttered inside his head. Trying to manipulate himself to do the job better.

She’s... really beautiful.

His eyes traced her face slowly, as if noticing it again for the first time. Her skin looked smooth, untouched by any flaw. Her eyes held a calm depth that seemed to hide countless secrets. Her lips were soft, naturally colored, not too bright, not too pale, just enough to draw attention without trying. Even the way her hair fell across her shoulders looked like it had been arranged by someone who understood perfection.

Clay blinked once.

Then again.

Wait... she’s actually this pretty?

He had seen her countless times already. He had spoken to her. Ordered her. Fought beside her. But now, with everything that had happened, with his thoughts becoming sharper, more aware, it was as if he was seeing her in a different light.

"You..."

He spoke without thinking inside his head.

You’re really beautiful.

The words came out naturally. Not forced. Not hesitant.

And once he started, he did not stop.

Your eyes look like they can see through everything, but at the same time, they don’t show anything at all. It’s strange. It makes people curious.

He stepped closer.

Your skin is clean. Too clean. It’s like you’ve never been touched by dirt or blood, even though I know that’s not true.

His voice became slower, more thoughtful.

And your lips... they don’t try to stand out, but they still do. It’s annoying. The kind that makes people stare without realizing it.

Cerys froze.

Her heart skipped.

She did not move. She did not speak. She knew the young master was investigating her.

Clay continued.

And your figure... you don’t show it off, but it’s there. It’s obvious. Anyone with eyes can see it. You hide it well, but not enough.

His gaze lingered.

You look like someone who shouldn’t be standing behind me as a maid.

Silence.

Long silence.

Cerys did not react immediately.

But inside her, something stirred.

A faint warmth crept up her neck.

Her fingers tightened slightly.

He...

He’s praising me?

She swallowed.

But Clay was not done.

That didn’t work enough.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Her reaction is too small.

Then his thoughts went further.

Much further.

Alright... let’s try something else.

His imagination began to move.

If she can hear my thoughts system...

Then let’s see how far it goes.

His mind drifted into something far more absurd.

How many children should we have...

His eyes remained calm, but inside, his thoughts became vivid.

Three? No... that’s too little.

Five sounds better.

First one... a girl.

Name... hmm... something elegant... something noble...

Second one, a boy. He needs a strong name. Something that sounds powerful when shouted on a battlefield.

Third... twins? That would be interesting.

Fourth and fifth...

His lips twitched slightly.

Maybe I should let her decide the names.

Cerys’ entire body stiffened.

Her face turned slightly red.

Her breathing became uneven for a brief moment.

She lowered her head just a little.

W-What is he thinking this time...

Children...?

Her ears felt hot.

Her heart began to beat faster.

Clay saw it.

A faint blush.

Just for a moment.

But it was there.

And that was enough.

A smile appeared on his face.

Got you.

But then...

His expression changed.

Wait.

He focused again.

Let’s test another one.

Inside his mind, he spoke again.

System.

There was a pause.

[Yes.]

Can she hear this?

[No confirmation.]

Clay narrowed his eyes.

Then immediately, his thoughts changed again.

Alright, let’s think of system again.

If she reacts, then it means she can hear everything except when I mention you.

He continued.

If she doesn’t react... then something else is going on.

He stared at her.

He thought about something simple.

Her hand... I wonder how it feels to hold it.

Cerys’ fingers trembled slightly.

Her breath hitched.

There it was again.

Reaction.

Clear reaction.

Clay’s eyes sharpened.

So that’s it.

She can hear normal thoughts.

But when I mention the system... she can’t.

His lips curved slightly.

That means not all my secrets are exposed..

The tension inside him disappeared.

He no longer needed to worry about letting her know everything.

He no longer needed to hold back every thought.

A sense of relief washed over him.

At the same time, something else appeared.

Excitement.

This is actually useful.

He turned his attention back to the dimensional crack.

The Warchiefs were still waiting.

"What else?" one of them asked.

"What else do you require from us?"

Clay waved his hand casually.

"Forget everything else. Just focus on the Valmont Family and my maid Cy’s family."

His tone was light.

As if he did not care about anything beyond that.

The Warchiefs exchanged glances.

Then they nodded.

"Understood."

Their voices came together.

Firm. Decisive.

Clay did not look at them anymore.

Instead, he turned toward Cerys.

Then, without warning, he walked toward her.

Step by step.

Cerys felt it.

Every step.

Every movement.

Her heart began to race.

He knows...

He definitely knows...

Is he going to...

Her thoughts spiraled.

Silence me?

Punish me?

Kill me?

She did not move.

She could not move.

Then suddenly—

Clay reached her.

And lifted her.

Just like that.

His arms wrapped around her waist.

He carried her effortlessly.

Cerys’ eyes widened.

Her face turned pale.

Her body stiffened completely.

This is it...

He’s going to—

"It’s good that you can hear my thoughts."

Cerys blinked.

"Huh?"

Her mind went blank.

Clay looked at her calmly.

"I need you to do something for me."

She stared at him, confused.

"What...?"

Clay spoke as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You need to pamper me."

Silence.

Long silence.

Cerys’ brain stopped.

"Pamper...?"

"Yes."

He nodded seriously.

"Take care of me. Be affectionate. Think about me nicely. That kind of thing."

Cerys’ lips parted slightly.

"You... won’t punish me?"

She asked carefully.

"For hearing your thoughts?"

Clay shrugged.

"Why would I?"

He smiled.

"I actually like it."

Her eyes widened.

"And I know you can’t hear everything anyway."

Cerys froze.

That sentence hit her harder than anything else.

She looked at him.

Truly looked at him.

Shock filled her eyes.

He knows...

Clay saw it.

And he confirmed it.

Yep. I was right.

Cerys swallowed.

Her throat felt dry.

She could not deny it.

She could not hide it.

"Y-Yes..."

She whispered.

"I... understand."

Clay nodded.

"You know what to do, right?"

She lowered her head.

"I need to... pamper you."

"That’s right."

He smiled.

Inside his mind, the system suddenly rang.

[That is cheating, host.]

[ You can easily complete the missions with that ability. ]

Clay snorted internally.

Shut up.

It’s your fault.

You gave me this broken setup.

The system went silent.

[... ]

Completely.

Cerys hesitated.

Then she spoke softly.

"But young master..."

"Aren’t you already too powerful?"

She added.

"Do you really need something like this?"

Clay paused.

His throat tightened slightly.

He glanced around.

The destroyed battlefield.

The terrified soldiers.

The broken remains of everything.

Right...

I’m supposed to be the lonely strongest.

He cleared his throat.

"Power has nothing to do with it."

He said.

"My heart... still needs care."

He looked at her.

"I want someone to take care of me too."

Cerys’ face turned red.

Her heart softened.

I see...

He’s not just strong...

He’s lonely...

She nodded slowly.

"You want to feel... cared for."

Clay immediately nodded.

"Yes. Exactly."

Perfect answer.

He was satisfied.

Then—

A voice interrupted.

"Young Warchief."

Clay turned his head.

"What?"