Another Commoner Plotting Against Me?

The first night after arriving in the Demon Realm came to an end amid all sorts of unseen unrest.

The next day, when the sky had fully brightened, Shien finally woke up leisurely.

The moment he woke up, Shien noticed all sorts of things that felt unfamiliar.

"Without a capable maid by my side, I actually have to wash up myself in the morning."

Shien was speechless.

Not because of his treatment, but because he had somehow grown used to waking up already washed, dressed, and perhaps even silently taken care of in certain other needs.

Before this, Shien had not noticed anything wrong.

But now, upon waking and feeling the slight discomfort in his mouth and the wrinkled clothes he had slept in, Shien realized that he really had become somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"That maid really is poisonous."

Shien clearly recognized this fact.

Yet at the same time, he felt an increasingly strong urge to keep that maid by his side.

"After all, she said we've apparently already done everything we should and shouldn't have done. Since that's the case, next time, maybe..."

Shien began plotting, completely failing to notice how much his current way of thinking resembled that of a villain.

All that could be said was that maid was simply too perfect—so perfect that she was even a little frightening. She really was a bit poisonous.

Thinking such thoughts, Shien got up to wash and dress.

But after getting up, Shien discovered that even though Lasha was not by his side, he still did not need to worry about having no one to serve him.

The proof was that when Shien got out of bed and went outside, several stunning Shalin Race women came through the door and claimed that they were there to attend to