Chapter 96 : Chapter 96
Chapter 96 : Do I Have to Become a Dog Too?
Baifuli did not answer. Instead, she carefully looked Eve up and down without blinking. After a long while, she took a deep breath and slowly said, “Good sister… let us discuss something. You cannot handle this one. Why not reluctantly give her to your sister?”
“Hah? What kind of dream are you having?”
Vivian sounded strict, yet inwardly she felt immensely pleased. “I generously let you take a look—know your limits. Otherwise you look like someone who has never tasted fine food before, hmph.”
Ignoring the sharp tone, Baifuli focused entirely on the tall maid before her. She waved lightly and spoke in a deliberately sweet voice, “First time meeting you, beautiful maid. I am Vivian’s older sister~”
“Greetings, Young Miss,” Eve replied according to etiquette.
Oh my, how remarkable—beautiful appearance, excellent figure, and such a pleasant voice. In every aspect, Baifuli’s first impression was perfect.
If she had to find a flaw…
It was that overly beautiful face lacking expression, appearing somewhat dull and lifeless. But breaking such composure would be the most satisfying part.
Then she noticed the collar around the maid’s neck bearing the Hatherin crest. The discovery piqued her curiosity.
Its meaning needed no explanation. Combined with Vivian’s rare behavior and the special treatment hidden beneath the surface, a bold guess arose in her mind.
After a moment, Baifuli stroked her chin and smiled. “What is your name?”
Just as Eve was about to answer, Vivian could not sit still. She raised her hand to signal silence and retorted unhappily, “Why are you asking so many questions? What does her name have to do with you?”
“And move your eyes away from my maid. Who allowed you to stare so long? Go play with your own.”
Such possessiveness—Baifuli had never seen her sister defend a servant like this. The more it was so, the more her bold speculation solidified.
Unable to hold back a smile, her gaze drifted uncontrollably to those slender fingers folded before Eve. So strong… she almost wanted to swallow.
She wanted to try…
Seeing her master’s attention focused entirely on another maid, Mia felt a sense of crisis and gently shook her mistress’s thigh.
Notably, her slightly drooping eyes and pitiful gaze made her look rather adorably foolish.
Baifuli snapped out of it, coughed twice to hide embarrassment, then patted Mia’s head. “Your maid is very good, but my Mia is not inferior either.”
Mia squinted happily, while Vivian scoffed in disdain. Her competitive spirit ignited instantly.
“Heh, I doubt it.”
“Oh? So you truly think yours is better?”
Vivian spread her hands smugly. “Is that not obvious?”
In a flash, silence fell. Their eyes met, gunpowder once again filling the air. Since childhood, the sisters had easily quarreled over trivial matters, neither willing to yield.
Baifuli attacked first. Lifting Mia’s chin, she proclaimed, “Look, so cute, like a kitten. She is also very obedient.”
“Oh? But cuteness is insignificant before sexiness.” Vivian did not even look, pointing at Eve’s chest. “She has a better figure and is prettier than yours.”
“Mia is not only good at serving, she can fight too—very capable.”
“She can fight too. She can fight ten.”
“Tsk.” Baifuli clicked her tongue and said meaningfully, “Mia can endure ten times in one night!”
“She can endure twenty!” Vivian blurted without hesitation. No one had tested it anyway.
“Thirty! Mia can go longer!”
“Forty! She does not even know the meaning of fatigue!”
…
The stakes kept rising. The sisters spoke back and forth like bidders at an auction, continuously escalating increasingly absurd advantages of their respective maids.
As one of the central subjects of this inexplicable competition, the silent Eve finally raised a brow slightly.
What did this mean?
Fighting ten people was understandable—that posed no problem.
But enduring dozens of times in a night? What was that supposed to be? She had never heard of such a thing. It grew more outrageous by the moment.
She lowered her eyelashes, concealing a flash of helplessness and confusion, maintaining perfect composure as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
When would this end…
Then Eve sensed someone approaching. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw a maid with the same hair color—more precisely, bright silver—standing beside her.
They stared at each other, one tall and one short, both expressionless, waiting for the other to speak first as though competing in patience.
In enduring pressure, Eve held the advantage. But then those dull blood-red eyes flickered upon discovering something unusual.
She smelled a special scent—identical to the Church’s cleaners. Fainter, but unmistakable.
Why would it appear here? And in the form of a maid?
Mia also sensed the other was no ordinary person. As a former Church-made weapon—put simply, created through injections and drugs—
Not everyone could survive it. Among ten thousand, success was rare. Failure meant at best deformity, at worst ruptured vessels and bleeding from every orifice.
It was a trial.
Originally meant to purge heresy, she had been chosen by Baifuli and left the Church, becoming her most loyal pet and blade.
Now, Eve’s mere presence radiated strength. She was classified as dangerous.
Unable to resist, Mia blinked her moist golden eyes and suddenly asked, “I have a small doubt about you being stronger than me.”
Perhaps hearing her master’s boasting prompted it, yet Eve merely glanced at her, not intending to respond.
“Are you a dog too?”
Eve: ?
“Child, what are you saying?”
“No.”
“But you have a collar. I do not… I am jealous…”
Her slightly disappointed tone almost broke Eve’s composure. Still, relying on extraordinary understanding, she replied, “No need to envy. You will have one in the future.”
“But wearing a collar means being a dog, right?” Mia nodded confidently. “So I am stronger. Master said I am the best dog.”
“……”
“Why are you not speaking?”
Seeing Eve ignore her, she stepped closer, looked up into her eyes, and continued, “If you do not know how, I can teach you.”
“…No thank you.”