Gabriella was stunned.
She looked Creis over once more.
This was indeed the same person from her memories—the powerful, cold-blooded sovereign, the creator and the destroyer, her mother, her enemy, and the target they now had to eliminate.
But what exactly was Celestial God Creis doing right now?
Only then did Gabriella realize that her cold-blooded mother was actually trying to act cute.
Yet for some reason, a wave of delight rose inside her.
“A little cute, I suppose. Mmm, but if you want to surpass Philina, you still have a long way to go~?”
Creis stayed silent for several seconds.
Her biggest problem was that she could barely smile.
She was like a machine—cold and emotionless.
Gabriella didn’t even dare to think too deeply about her origins.
Long years and a merciless environment had forged her soul into a massive boulder, grinding away every last trace of obsession and feeling she once possessed.
Suddenly, Creis took Gabriella’s hand and pressed it gently against her own cheek.
Gabriella’s hand was held lightly.
“Meow~”
Creis rubbed her head against Gabriella’s palm.
“Mmm…”
“How about now?”
A flicker of emotion crossed Celestial God Creis’s face—something called anticipation.
Gabriella knew full well just how valuable that single “meow” was.
Even if she were pinned down on the bed by her Master, she would never make such a shameful sound.
That noise went far beyond simple submission.
The corners of Gabriella’s lips curved into a sly smile.
“Cute. Of course you’re cute.”
Gabriella stroked Creis’s head, running her fingers through the long blue hair as she spoke.
It felt exactly like petting a little kitten begging for affection.
Yet it also felt a bit like touching a cold iron ball.
Creis showed no embarrassment at being petted.
She didn’t act spoiled, and the most basic emotions seemed completely absent from her—making her utterly different from the maids back at the inner palace.
“Mmm…”
But soon, as if determined to make Gabriella reevaluate the Celestial God, a miraculous trace of emotion appeared in Creis’s eyes once more.
She fell into deep thought, like an iron ball that had finally touched a spark from the prairie.
Just as Gabriella was about to pull her hand free, Creis spoke even faster.
“Your body is very weak. Your soul is detached from it, but signs of fusion have begun to appear.”
“What do you mean?”
This time Gabriella wasn’t pretending to be confused.
Although she was using her Holy Body, she could not fully control—or rather, “compatibly merge” with—it.
Her soul was far better suited to her demon body.
The Holy Body itself rejected her demonic nature, which prevented her from completely dominating it.
Yet ever since she had recovered her memories, the Holy Body had gradually begun to fuse further with her soul.
It felt as if demon and divinity were becoming one.
The sensation was like plunging an ice-cold hand into a scalding lake—definitely abnormal.
“Your physical condition is quite poor.”
Creis gave her verdict.
However, Gabriella felt that her current state was still perfectly fine~
She wondered whether Creis was lying to her.
Creis stubbornly kept hold of her hand.
Her arm felt cool, as if it had never been warmed by her body.
Still… Creis’s chest was quite full, just like Gabriella’s.
Olivia, on the other hand, was even more bountiful and slightly larger in frame than either of them—making her the big-sister type even among the maids.
As they walked back into the mansion, Gabriella did not immediately follow Creis upstairs to the master bedroom.
Instead, she suggested that she wanted to see Isa first.
The moment she heard the name “Isa,” Creis responded at once.
“Isa is a dangerous existence, Lady Gabriella.”
“She is the captain of the Royal Knights. As vice-captain, why do you call her dangerous?”
Creis said nothing, as if she herself did not know how to answer.
Still, she obediently led Gabriella to the kitchen on the second floor.
It turned out Isa was cooking together with Olivia.
The kitchen here was small—much smaller than the one in the inner palace.
There was a fireplace, an oven, and some primitive pots, pans, and bowls.
There wasn’t even a mana-powered stove.
Gabriella felt that humans were truly behind the times.
Yet Olivia still used the simple tools with dazzling skill.
She summoned silver-power mechanical arms that flew the utensils exactly where they needed to go.
At first glance it looked chaotic, but on closer inspection everything moved with perfect order.
What surprised Gabriella was not only the kitchen or her adorable mother who was so good at cooking.
It was Isa herself.
Beautiful golden-blonde hair streaked with faint purple strands cascaded down her back, eye-catching beneath the golden maid headpiece.
Her exquisite, appetizing features, balanced face shape, and delicate nose paired with gentle yet stubborn eyes made her look especially adorable.
Her slender waist was perfectly graspable, and the maid uniform accentuated her full figure without making it seem excessive.
Miss Isa.
What surprised Gabriella—but did not truly shock her—was that the true identity of the Royal Knight Captain was none other than Isabella…
Still, seeing the silly Demon King without her wings or tail left Gabriella momentarily unable to adjust.
“Welcome back, Creis, Lady Gabriella~”
Olivia tilted her head with a smile.
At that moment Isabella was still fiddling with the utensils.
She looked a little flustered, but under Olivia’s careful guidance she had already prepared several steaming hot dishes.
“Ah… Y-yes, Lady Gabriella has returned?”
Isabella stopped what she was doing and turned around.
Their eyes met.
Even her eyes had been disguised to look completely human.
She really did look exactly like a beautiful human maid.
So cute.
Gabriella felt her head grow a little fuzzy.
Her heart pounded wildly, and a warm feeling spread through her body.
This silly girl had come to be a maid too~?
Silly Isabella looked so adorable in her maid apron.
For a moment Gabriella didn’t know whether she was excited or nervous.
She couldn’t speak.
Isabella was in exactly the same state.
“I have seen you before, Lady Silver-White Sword Empress… From now on, I will be primarily responsible for your daily needs.”
She lifted her skirt in a proper curtsy as well.
The aura of the Demon King was completely hidden, and now, disguised as a maid, she blended gentle grace with a maiden’s shy innocence, making her look especially sweet.
I wonder if this Isabella can meow too~?
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