“Ah???”
A ten thousand alpacas thundered through Wendy’s mind, nearly causing him to spew out that classic national essence phrase.
Recording Crystal? Intimacy?
The entire process was recorded?
Lady, you all are way too professional!
Isn’t this basically a celestial trap plus deluxe edition?
The Housekeeper saw his stunned expression as if he’d been struck by lightning, grinning like a devil who just got a year-end bonus straight from hell.
“What? Feeling wronged? I’m showing you a broad and smooth road straight to the top!”
She stepped closer, lowering her voice and using a tone full of “you’re getting a huge bargain” temptation.
“Think about it. Having this footage is like holding the Klein family’s lifeline in your hands! The Chief Grand Mage of the Mage Academy, mingling with a nobody like you—and it’s all been recorded! For the sake of the family’s honor, what other choice do they have but to let you marry in with full glory?”
The Housekeeper patted Wendy’s shoulder, as if looking at a future son-in-law of a noble house.
“This is a windfall falling from the sky for you, understand?”
Wendy looked at the faintly glowing crystal, then glanced down at the pile of fabric so shameful it was comparable to a public execution, finally clearing the buzzing noise in his head.
He fully understood their sneaky scheme.
This wasn’t about winning someone over, nor about currying favor.
From the start, they never intended to cooperate with Laxana or the Klein family.
Their goal was to use the lowest, dirtiest trick to tie Laxana dead to Berwick City, turning her into a bargaining chip to blackmail the Klein family or negotiate with the Northern Legion!
The Berwick Countess, this fence-sitter, wasn’t playing balance—she was trying to water her own field with someone else’s blood!
“Uh… isn’t this a bit… too fast?”
Wendy showed the look of someone knocked senseless by huge fortune but still a bit timid, trying to stall.
“Fast? Kid, let me tell you, once this chance is gone, there’s no coming back!”
The Housekeeper cut him off directly, her smile turning cold.
“You think serving a noble young lady is easy? Laxana Klein from the Klein family is notorious… for having special tastes!”
“Special tastes?”
Wendy’s heart skipped a beat, and he deliberately showed a surprised expression.
In his mind flashed those little princes Laxana shoved into Astreia’s circle, along with all kinds of astonishingly strange antics.
No way!
Has the rival lady’s XP System already become common knowledge?
“Hmph. You think the Chief Grand Mage of the Mage Academy, a sky-high prodigy, would come all the way to a place like this to negotiate alone?”
The Housekeeper wore the expression of revealing a big secret.
“Isn’t it because she’s ruined her reputation in the Royal Capital? All those handsome male attendants sent to her door were tormented beyond recognition—none of them could stand it!”
“???”
Wendy’s heart, just ignited by gossip fire, instantly cooled.
No.
This was a lie!
He knew better than anyone that in the “rival lady’s” life dictionary, besides magic, there was only one name—Astreia Valoran.
With her near-obsessive devotion to the Princess, forget touching other men, she wouldn’t even waste magic glancing at them.
The Housekeeper’s words were full of holes, pure personal imagination mixed with malicious slander.
This was a pressure tactic to force him into submission…
Seeing Wendy still hesitating, the Housekeeper finally lost patience.
“What are you dawdling for? Don’t you get it when you have a chance? Believe it or not, I’ll throw you off this balcony right now!”
She glared fiercely at Wendy.
“If Laxana Klein blames us for neglecting her, forget about marrying into a wealthy family—whether you can even leave this city alive will be questionable!”
Wendy took a deep breath.
The situation was clear.
This was a compulsory question, no option for “refuse.”
Refuse, and the next second he would experience free fall in the literal sense, not only risking his life, but also causing Astreia, who was carrying out the “Catch the Count” mission on the other side, to fail, or even be forced to enter Witch status publicly.
By then, how many people could survive in this city would depend on the Witch Queen’s mood.
More importantly, he needed to see Laxana with his own eyes to find out what condition she was really in.
“Alright… I’ll put it on.”
Wendy finally lowered his eyelids, picking up the clothing on the floor with endless helplessness, then turned to the folding screen in the corner of the room.
“Smart choice.”
The Housekeeper nodded with satisfaction, stepping back to fidget with the Recording Crystal, finally placing it skillfully in the shadow of a candleholder opposite the big bed, at a tricky angle that was hard to detect.
“Remember, smile, be proactive, and enthusiastic later! Laxana likes men with charm!”
She directed Wendy like a lousy theater director, pointing and gesturing.
“And absolutely don’t mention any damn feelings. She hates men who cry and act all fake!”
Listening to the Housekeeper’s self-righteous “seduction guide,” Wendy rolled his eyes silently behind the screen while beginning to undress.
The silk fabric was icy cold to the touch, sliding over his skin and raising a fine layer of goosebumps.
This so-called “attendant uniform” was designed with absolute madness.
The fabric was as thin as cicada wings, clinging so tightly it was almost transparent, outlining every smooth and slender curve of the prince’s body.
The most deadly part was the ribbons and bows—each placed in positions more inhuman than the last, with some requiring him to twist into a difficult yoga pose just to reach.
After enormous effort, Wendy finally got the “male virtue crusher” uniform properly on.
When Prince Wendy stepped out from behind the screen, even the Housekeeper, who was used to all kinds of beautiful men and considered herself experienced, stopped breathing and was dumbfounded.
“This… this is too…”
Pure white lace contrasted sharply with the boy’s creamy white skin, and the translucent cutouts paired with the silk fabric wove a forbidden charm blending purity and corruption to full intensity.
Especially the large bow at the chest, deliberately placed just below the delicate hollow of his neck, combined with Wendy’s androgynous, pretty face and the faint flush at his eye corners…
Deadly.
The Housekeeper felt her throat dry and a flash of unabashed greed in her eyes.
“Ahem, ahem… Very good! Absolutely excellent! Laxana will definitely, definitely be very satisfied.”
She forced herself to look away, her tone becoming more urgent.
“Now remember, no matter what happens later, you have to fully cooperate! This concerns your future and your life, got it?”
Wendy nodded expressionlessly, completely unmoved inside, even wanting to laugh a little.
“Good.”
The Housekeeper clapped her hands with satisfaction.
With her applause, the carved door was pushed open from outside.
Two tall female guards dragged in a familiar figure, tossing her onto the soft, large round bed.
It was Laxana!