Chapter 78: Do NOT Touch the Goddess’s Hair
’Very well?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ Finn thought, anxiety creeping back in like a bad rash.
The maid calmly drew her arm back and flipped the knife in a clean, practiced motion—blade now pointed inward. She raised it above her, then let it drop. The knife slipped neatly into her sleeve with a soft click, as if it slid into a hidden holster.
’Wait, that’s where she keeps them?!’ Finn stared, stunned. ’No... no way. She threw like ten of those at us. Where the hell is she hiding the rest?! Her skirt? Her socks? Her eyelids?!’ She really was one of those silent killer maid types you only saw in movies or anime. Probably had a whole armory tucked into her bloomers.
"So... so... you’re letting us live?" Finn asked carefully, like a child begging for a fifth scoop of ice cream when he already had four.
"Was I not clear from the start?" she replied flatly. "I told you I hadn’t killed your friends. Nor you. You should be capable of using that thick skull of yours to figure that out."
Finn let out a breath of relief, though her attitude still pissed him off.
"Well, my life was on the line. How was I supposed to know?"
"Use your brain. After some quick analysis, I determined that you all resembled apes wearing skin suits rather than functioning human beings."
"Hey! We are not idiots or apes—well, okay maybe the girls, but definitely not me," Finn declared proudly.
’Especially Majestria when she’s pissed off,’ Finn thought, chuckling to himself.
The maid silently walked past him, back toward the slime pit where Chestelle and Lickthorn had been left dangling like cursed ornaments.
"Then explain how you acted when you were alone," she said without looking at him. "Either an ape... or a man with the IQ of a walnut."