Xia Yuan had just answered that she was starving when, gurgle~
Another muffled protest came from the stomach of the girl with the noble aura.
The flirtatious smile on Joy Maid's face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost sacred sense of duty.
She gave a slight bow, her skirt tracing a crisp arc. "Please wait a moment, Master. I'll be right back."
Before she had even finished speaking, she had already swept into the kitchen like a gust of wind.
Though they had once gone their own way, ever since Xia Yuan had subdued them, their understanding of the role of "maid" had become terrifyingly clear.
Laundry, cooking, cleaning, serving their master—these were only natural, and also a stage for displaying their professional skills.
A dense, rhythmic flurry of sounds immediately came from the kitchen.
The thud-thud of the kitchen knife against the cutting board was like heavy rain striking a window, while the sizzle of oil heating in the wok sounded like the prelude to a symphony.
Joy Maid moved so quickly she left afterimages behind. Chopping, seasoning, heating the wok, adding oil—everything flowed in one seamless motion.
Clearly, she had long since carved the entire process into her bones.
In the living room, Xia Yuan remained seated upright on the sofa, her emerald eyes half-closed as though that stomach growl had nothing to do with her.
Only the faint rise and fall of her chest revealed the immense emptiness inside her that desperately needed to be filled.
Mo Shiyu held her teacup and watched in a daze.
Whenever this spirit of hers changed forms, her spiritual energy consumption was terrifying.
Especially in a high-output form like Saber's, eating something to replenish energy was perfectly reasonable.
But this commotion... wasn't it a little too much?
Before long, Joy Maid