Acheron: Huh? The Assassin class? Me?

"Hertia? The Winter Saintess? Chen Li, when did you turn her into this?" The fork and knife slipped from Ritsuka Fujimaru's hands as her mouth slowly fell open.

No, bro, what were you making the wielder of the Third Magic, the Winter Saintess of Einzbern Castle, do?!

City people really knew how to have fun!

Snap!

With a snap of her fingers, a small pudding appeared in Hertia's hand. She bent down slightly and placed it on the dining table before Chen Li.

As Hertia leaned over, the bodice of her maid outfit revealed a glimpse of pale softness and an unfathomably deep cleavage to Chen Li.

"Please enjoy, Master," Hertia said softly.

"As the winner of the Holy Grail War, I have the right to make a wish on the Holy Grail. What's wrong with that?" Chen Li asked in return.

"But..."

"If I had Hertia fulfill some grand goal, she could only do it once. But if I hired her as the maid of this house, I'd be free from the distractions of mundane matters forever. For instance, a trivial wish like wanting a small pudding—she can fulfill that for me for the rest of my life."

If they were only trivial wishes like that, then with her nature as the Great Holy Grail, continuously drawing Spirit Energy from the ley lines, the mana consumed in a day might not even exceed the mana she recovered.

And even if Hertia resurrected herself by watching ads, as the wielder of the Third Magic, her mana would be inexhaustible!

"Miss Ritsuka, would you like an after-dinner dessert?" Hertia asked Ritsuka Fujimaru politely.

Hertia had a clear understanding of her own position.

Since Chen Li was willing to contribute to the salvation of all humanity and fulfill her unrealized wish, she