Although nothing happened inside the bedroom, the two maids stared at each other with dangerous eyes.
It was as if an intense, invisible clash was taking place between them.
The cross in Creis’s eyes emitted an even stronger glow.
“Isa, Gabriella is under my care.”
“I am simply trying to help lighten your workload, Vice Captain, Miss Creis.”
“The duties assigned by Holy Queen Simona have already been allocated.”
Isabella’s gaze turned icy.
The air temperature dropped sharply, sending chills down one’s spine.
In the Demon King’s Castle she reigned as monarch above all others.
Yet here, this was the first time Isabella had encountered any obstruction.
Gabriella felt a pang of heartache.
The plan was still in progress.
They couldn’t afford to drop their disguises.
But this silly Isabella only wanted to see her wife.
What had she done wrong?
“Creis, let Miss Isa speak~”
Creis’s expression remained unchanged.
She had no intention of continuing to argue with Isabella.
She glanced back at Gabriella before turning away again.
“Miss Creis, fatigue reduces work efficiency.
The mansion is short-staffed, so I suggest we implement a shift system.
Also, while I wouldn’t dare defy Her Majesty the Holy Queen’s orders, I believe I can offer you some work suggestions, right?”
Isa looked much more relaxed now.
Her words were polite yet measured, and quite persuasive.
Creis thought for a long time—nearly half a minute—before finally nodding in agreement.
“I have something I want to discuss with Gabriella privately.
Could you step out for a moment?”
“Understood.”
“Mm~”
After watching Creis leave the room, Isa walked to the bedside.
Their eyes met, but her expression seemed somewhat evasive.
It was as if she had some unspeakable concern, or perhaps she was hesitating, thinking, unable to find the answer.
“Miss Silver-White Sword Empress, come, let’s eat.”
“Understood.”
Isabella stepped forward.
She knelt on the bed, reached under the covers, and searched for Gabriella’s small hand.
Is she really an idiot?
Silly Isabella. Wouldn’t it be better to wait for me to get up myself and then take me to the dining table?! Climbing onto the bed directly like this—are you treating me like a baby, or a genuine invalid patient?!
But Gabriella did not resist.
She had thought Isabella wanted to take the chance to get handsy with her.
If she really wanted it, then Gabriella would just give her body to her master.
However, Isabella had no such intention.
She carefully pulled back the blanket, gently took Gabriella’s hand, and slipped her other arm under Gabriella’s waist to lift her up softly.
Just like a nanny.
“Idiot.”
While being carried, Gabriella slipped on her bear slippers and looked at Isabella’s beautiful chin.
Isabella, on the other hand, wore a face full of grievance.
“Didn’t you teach me to do it this way before?”
Gabriella did not remember ever teaching her that.
Hadn’t she been the one carrying Isabella in the past?
It couldn’t have been learned from back then…
She shook her head.
She had originally expected Isabella to grope her or kiss her directly like before.
For a moment, Gabriella got a taste of what it felt like to be the Demon King for a day.
However, Isabella truly only supported her as they walked to the dining table.
Although they occasionally played small games switching roles, this was the first time in such a formal setting.
Turning the Demon King into a maid had always seemed like nothing more than a fantasy.
Gabriella originally wanted to ask about the situation in the Demon Domain, but Isabella quickly interrupted her.
“This is the dinner Miss Saint Son and I prepared.
There are many dishes with a northern frontier style.
Please enjoy them, Miss Silver-White Sword Empress.”
“Hmm?”
Gabriella tilted her head at her.
Was she getting too deep into the role?
But Gabriella suddenly jolted.
She remembered that even a light sound from her could be picked up by Creis.
Although magic users often used small tricks to hide their actions, as a Celestial God, Creis seemed to possess a special kind of insight.
Therefore, Isabella’s choice was completely correct.
Creis was right outside the door now.
No one could guarantee she wasn’t eavesdropping.
“Miss Isa, why did you come here to work?”
Gabriella asked while fiddling with her knife and fork, tilting her head.
Suddenly she saw a plate of stir-fried pork ribs with sweet-and-sour flavor and began eating it in small bites.
One could tell Isabella had improved a lot.
This left Isabella, who had been about to answer the question, momentarily speechless as she stared at Gabriella.
Ripples stirred in her heart.
She carefully observed Gabriella’s expression, as if searching for useful information on her face.
“Um, is there something on my face?”
Isabella hurriedly shook her head.
If she had a tail right now, it would probably be wagging behind her.
“N-no, nothing.”
Gabriella did not say anything more and simply continued savoring the meal.
Compared to the luxurious feasts in the inner palace, this table of dishes felt more like home cooking, though still quite sumptuous.
One could taste how much effort both Olivia and Isabella had put into it.
Especially Isabella.
Instead of focusing on her work, she came here to learn how to cook…
What an idiot.
“It’s really delicious.
I never expected Royal Knight Captain Isa to have such excellent culinary skills.”
“Mm… Thank you.”
Words had that kind of power.
Even if they sounded a bit formal, speaking them sincerely still made the other person feel much better inside.
The sky gradually darkened, the colors of the heavens deepening.
The patterns of that massive scarlet tree still shimmered in the sky, as if it had broken free from the Black Stone Mountains.
No one knew what kind of omen this was.
Just when Gabriella thought dinner would pass by quietly, Isabella spoke up.
“Miss Silver-White Sword Empress, um, it was probably about nine years ago?”
Isabella quickly found justification for her words.
Though it sounded a little stiff, she calmly recounted everything.
“We met a very long time ago in the North Ridge.
Perhaps… Miss Silver-White Sword Empress, you’ve forgotten?
We had a little conflict back then, but in the end, you saved me.”
“Eh? Eh?”
“Do you remember all of this?”
Gabriella tilted her head with a smile.
So that was it.
No wonder the idiot seemed so timid and hesitant.
Since it was the Evil God’s personality, it wasn’t strange at all~
“North Ridge” referred to the Bottom of the Abyss from ten thousand years ago.
The “little conflict” referred to that life-and-death battle.
And this stupid Evil God was now probing her in her own way…
Of course, it wasn’t the Celestial God P.
She was testing her.