Before this, there had never been a personal attendant maid.
Hualí was the unprecedented first.
This also meant that unlike theoretical knowledge exams with fixed outlines and standard answers, no one knew what the practical assessment would be like.
Whether it was the questions or the passing grades, it all depended on Sidella, the examiner’s, word.
In other words, as long as Sidella was satisfied, passing the Promotion Test would be no problem.
On the other hand, failing to please Sidella meant losing this high-paying job.
Realizing this, a flash of determination appeared in Hualí’s eyes.
She picked up the pair of snow-white, over-the-knee stockings neatly stacked beside Sidella, and sat down on the floor near the bed.
“Do you want me to help you put on your socks?”
To personally put socks on the Queen, whom she served—well, that was still within the duties of a maid.
As for the Sweet Pepper…
Hualí only blamed it on Sidella’s wicked sense of humor, thinking she was just saying it to scare her, and didn’t take it to heart.
Putting on socks?
In Sidella’s blurred vision, Hualí even seemed to have double images.
Her head felt like mush, muddled and foggy.
Still, she thought, maybe this wasn’t so bad.
Her delicate little face, affected by the poison in her body, flushed red as she nodded slightly.
“If you don’t do it well… there’s a Reward~”
Reward?
Hualí tilted her small head in confusion.
She looked at the snow-white foot dangling in midair before her, Sidella’s foot swinging above her, her eyes turning serious.
All for the Salary of Thirty Gold Coins!
All so that, after saving enough money, she could defeat Sidella and live a carefree, lazy life without worries!
Before that, a little sacrifice was necessary!
Hualí psyched herself up, took a deep breath, and gathered her courage.
She gently grasped Sidella’s snow-white foot, swaying in midair.
The sudden touch made Sidella’s hazy body shudder.
Hualí felt a shadow flash before her eyes, and the soft sole landed on her face before the sound even registered.
“Not qualified, but here’s your Reward!”
Sidella said.
On the bed, Sidella lifted her long, white legs and pressed the sole mercilessly onto Hualí’s cute little face.
A sly smile played at the corner of her lips, and her condescending, disdainful gaze seemed to look at the stubborn little cat pinned beneath her foot.
But it wasn’t over.
Taking advantage of Hualí’s dazed state, Sidella’s foot rolled back and forth on Hualí’s cheek.
“Gumu…”
“What kind of reward is this?!”
Hualí, furious, jumped up from the floor, swatting Sidella’s snow-white foot away in anger.
This was an insult!
A blatant insult to her dignity!
“Wouldn’t you be happy, or excited, to have your face stepped on by a jailer?”
Sidella blinked innocently, her eyes filled with sincerity, as if she truly believed it.
“I’m not a pervert! Who would be happy about something like that?!”
Hualí was fuming.
Would anyone be happy about this?
No matter how you think about it, that’s impossible!
“Oh~”
Sidella tilted her head as if she half-understood, then smiled.
“Stupid Hualí is a good girl~”
“That’s right! I’m a good girl!”
With that, Hualí rolled up the soft white stockings and solemnly helped Sidella put them on to complete the rest of the assessment.
“Not qualified! But here’s your Rew…Punishment!”
Again?!
Hualí’s petite body trembled, wanting to dodge immediately, but weakling Hualí wasn’t fast enough.
Her little face took the full brunt of Sidella’s soft sole once more.
Skin pressed against skin, a faint milky scent unique to a young girl invaded Hualí’s nose, mixed with the subtle fragrance of roses that she could only smell on Sidella.
Hualí’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, her teeth clenched tight.
“Gugu… Sidella, I can’t take it anymore!!”
The Human Hero Hualí erupted in anger, unwilling to be trampled under the feet of the evil Blood Queen any longer, attempting to resist.
However, having forgotten to bring the Saint Sword Phillips hidden under the bed, her strength was reduced to nearly nothing.
The perverted sadistic Blood Queen instantly overpowered her with overwhelming force.
The Defeat CG was forcibly triggered, and her Territory Control was stolen!
“Stupid Hualí dares to resist Punishment? Then I really have to teach you a lesson!”
The Human Hero Hualí’s lips were forced open.
Of course, Sidella didn’t use her tongue—she wasn’t that gentle.
Nor her fingers—she wasn’t that violent.
A milky-white ice cream advanced past five checkpoints and six generals, conquering its target, the flavor belonging to Sidella trying to dominate Hualí’s territory.
“Gumu…Sorry…I was wrong…I really know…I poked…”
Hualí was forced to beg for mercy, her words muffled:
“Gugu… I don’t want to take the test anymore, I don’t want to become official…”
If she’d known earlier that becoming a full-fledged maid required such inhuman treatment, Hualí would have rather stayed an Apprentice Maid for life.
To hell with high salaries and easy work!
It’s all a lie these days!
Sidella’s cheeks were still flushed, and she pressed down harder with her foot.
Tears welled up in Hualí’s eyes.
“A disobedient maid who tries to defy her superior needs even harsher Punishment!”
With that, Hualí took a heavy blow to the chest, knocked flat by Sidella’s sadistic foot.
Hualí’s face turned pale, exposing the most vulnerable point of a Human Hero to the Blood Queen Sidella.
Dozens of scarlet ribbons appeared, binding her tightly and making her struggle in vain.
Sidella grinned wickedly, her eyes filled with desire, crimson light flickering in the dark palace.
“Hualí~ As a Human Hero, the only hard part of your body is your mouth~”
“Peh peh peh! Ptew!”
Hualí spat out the taste of Sidella from her mouth.
Even in defeat, the Human Hero’s stubbornness was unyielding.
“Gugu… If the Saint Sword weren’t missing, there’s no way I’d let you step on me!”
Sidella only chuckled at this.
“Hualí, you really are so weak~”
“So, how should I punish someone as weak as you?”
Sidella pretended to ponder, already holding the answer.
“How about a weakling?”
“You’re the weakling! Your whole family are weaklings!”
Sidella extended her damp foot, lifting the hem of Hualí’s maid outfit.
Hualí froze for a moment, then her expression turned to terror.
Why is this weakling me?!
On the bed, Sidella propped her delicate, emotional face on her elbow, admiring Hualí’s sweet features.
Anyone who has commanded an Army knows.
Every battle needs an explosion to mark its end.
In a battle where the sides are uneven, the one in a hurry is always the weak, defending side—Hualí.
Sidella, as the attacker in control, never rushes.
She even hopes the battle drags on, wearing down her nemesis Hualí’s stamina, and then striking when she’s weakest.
So Sidella’s marching pace—or rather, her steps—were always slow and grinding.
So slow that Hualí could barely endure it.
Thoughts even crept into her mind to anger Sidella and end the unbearable battle quickly.
So she puffed her flushed cheeks, using a defiant tone to provoke her:
“Can’t you stop dragging it out, Sidella? Did you even eat? I can’t feel a thing!”
These words naturally sparked the Blood Queen’s competitive spirit.
To this day, we still don’t know how fierce the ‘weakling battle’ between the two that afternoon was.
We only know that in the battlefield of Sidella’s palace—
Blood flowed like rivers!