Kane felt like there was a big red ball stuck to the tip of his nose.
He was still too young—despite all his precautions, he still ended up falling for that yandere maid’s trap.
He knew Assam black tea all too well.
It was that exact cup of sleep-inducing tea that knocked him out before.
By the time he woke up, he had been stripped clean and locked in the dungeon, starting a life of confusion and darkness, never again to see the light of day.
Nothing had changed at all.
What lay ahead for Kane was still the path of being refined into the Ten Thousand Demons Banner.
Kane sat stark naked on the messy bed.
Not far away, the kitchen was brightly lit, and Enya was busy preparing the last supper.
A pun—this truly was going to be the final supper.
“Things have come to this. There’s no other choice.”
Kane took a deep breath and pulled a ** from his underwear.
Now there was only one problem left: how to make Enya take it.
With the ** in hand, Kane’s eyes darted rapidly around the room, finally landing on the teacup in the living room—Assam black tea.
……
Enya took a quick shower and changed into a clean maid outfit.
She lifted her dainty toes and slipped into white thigh-high stockings.
The stockings stretched taut over her toes, and the soft flesh of her feet could faintly be seen through the thin fabric.
She pulled the stockings up to her thighs, where the tight band left a faint mark on her smooth, pale skin.
She slowly lowered her hands, letting the skirt fall and cover the striped ** beneath.
The black and white maid uniform had a cinched waist design that perfectly outlined her graceful curves.
The deep V cut at the chest was so revealingly white it was shocking.
Anyone who saw it would instinctively blurt out, “Booba~!”
Clearly, this wasn’t a proper maid uniform.
Then again, Enya wouldn’t wear a proper one on a day like this.
A special day called for something inappropriate.
In front of the bronze mirror, Enya applied a light touch of makeup to her cheeks.
Normally, she disliked using any powders or cosmetics.
She was afraid it might upset the young master’s stomach.
But given the special nature of the day, she decided to change things up a little.
“After tonight, the young master will finally and truly be mine and mine alone. Hehe, just thinking about it makes me so excited~ la la 🎵~ la la 🎵~.”
Humming a cheerful tune, Enya stood in front of the stove, placing sliced pineapple onto a pizza base and sliding it into the roaring oven to finish up the last step.
As a fragrant, slightly scorched wheat aroma wafted from the oven, Enya put on her oven mitts and picked up a large spatula to take out the pizza.
Suddenly, the smile on her face disappeared.
She frowned in displeasure.
“I told you before, when the young master is home, don’t come looking for me.”
The intruder was Ilena, not in her demon form but disguised as a village girl.
The icy chill in Enya’s voice made Ilena shudder involuntarily, her heart skipping a beat.
She panicked for a moment, then quickly explained:
“Your Highness, I came to report on the progress. And I used a disguise—Lord Kane won’t notice a thing.”
Enya set down the cooked pizza, removed her oven mitts, and turned around, eyeing Ilena from head to toe.
Only after confirming that Ilena had completely suppressed all the seductive aura typical of a succubus did her frown slightly ease.
Still, she sternly reminded her:
“Next time, wait outside. If the young master catches the scent of another woman, it’ll be a disaster.”
“The young master should only be able to smell my scent~.”
Ilena: ……
Come on, I’m not some seductive fox spirit.
I don’t even give off any scent—how the hell is your precious young master supposed to smell anything from me?
Enya’s words had Ilena on the verge of cracking more than once.
She still remembered the first time she met Enya years ago—her demeanor, her skills, everything about her was top-notch.
Even though Enya had already been serving as Kane’s personal maid back then, Ilena had firmly believed that if Enya ever took up the leadership of the Conservative Faction, she would do an outstanding job.
And yet—who could’ve imagined…
She would end up like this.
What made it even harder for Ilena to accept was that this had happened right under her constant surveillance.
She had always been supporting Enya from the shadows, never once taking her eyes off her—so how did Enya still end up like this?
She didn’t know. She really didn’t know.
“Where is it?”
“What is?”
“The Ten Thousand Demons Banner.” Enya wiped her hands and raised a single elegant eyebrow. “Didn’t you already get it?”
“Ah, ah yes, I did. It’s just… I’m still making the final adjustments, so I’ll need Your Highness to wait a bit longer. Also…”
“Also what?”
Seeing Ilena hesitating, Enya pressed her, “The young master has been waiting a long time. If there’s something to say, save it for later.”
With that, Enya picked up the food tray and was about to head back to the room.
Seeing this, Ilena finally pushed past her hesitation at the very moment Enya lifted the tray and said:
“…I saw Kane leave the village. He went toward the black market and didn’t return until around five this afternoon.”
Enya froze mid-action.
Her pupils reflected a dazed, almost otherworldly confusion but only for a second. The next moment, she smiled again.
“Oh, really?”
Her reply was light and casual, as if she’d just heard the most trivial piece of news.
She clearly didn’t take it seriously.
Ilena panicked and quickly said:
“But it’s the black market! There’s no doubt he bought something illegal there. He hasn’t even told Your Highness. I suspect he might have purchased something harmful to you!”
“Oh? And do you know what he bought?”
“…” Ilena choked up for a moment, then bit her lip and continued, “I didn’t see it. I asked the owner of the shop he went into, but the old woman actually covered for him—claimed she’d never seen such a customer. But I clearly saw that man walk out of her shop moments earlier…”
“Your Highness, this is serious. There’s definitely some secret conspiracy going on. You can’t keep getting involved with Kane.”
Ilena was desperate.
Enya was the last hope of their demon clan’s conservative faction—she couldn’t afford to make any mistake.
And yet, despite Ilena’s painstaking pleas, Enya only responded with a serene smile:
“Are you finished? Then please bring the Ten Thousand Demons Banner over as soon as possible. I don’t want the young master to wait too long.”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to deliver his meal.”
“……”
Enya kept smiling the whole time.
Despite everything Ilena had just said, she was completely unaffected.
Ilena clenched her fists and finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She stepped in front of Enya and shouted:
“Your Highness, why? Why do you trust that man so much?”
“Aren’t you afraid he’s figured out your identity and is planning to harm you?”
“Why—why, even now, would you still trust him… even knowing your cover might be blown, you still trust an outsider…”
“I just don’t understand… Your Highness?!”