16. Dummy
“Calysia, let me explain…”
Reina’s voice trembled.
She really wanted to remain calm, but she couldn’t stop her body from shaking, and her eyes started to well up.
“This… this is a misunderstanding.”
“The misunderstanding of you presumptuously forcing a kiss on the Dragon King?”
“I…”
For a moment, Reina didn’t know what to say. She froze, her mind blank, silenced by the Dragon King’s questioning.
Calysia’s hand released Reina’s shoulder, but her tail still refused to let go of her thigh.
Calysia touched her lips:
“In the courts of the other Four Kings of the Realms, a mere commoner looking directly at the king is punishable. Any physical contact is a capital offense.”
“And me? I just don’t allow others to approach me. If any commoner dares to trespass into my room, no matter who they are, they’re dead.”
Calysia lifted the quilt and sat up, bringing her legs together and supporting herself with one hand while the other lifted Reina’s chin.
She teased:
“Reina, are you a commoner?”
“I’m not.”
Reina’s briefly stalled brain finally restarted. She quickly regained her composure, and the light returned to her eyes.
A few drops of sweet dew remained on her lips, carrying the Dragon King’s rich fragrance.
“I’m your personal maid. Phew, Master Calysia, I’m innocent. Taking care of you is my job and duty,” Reina said seriously.
“Then why did you kiss me?”
Calysia’s expression was playful, as if she were playing a game with a small pet.
“It’s because Calysia’s sleeping posture is terrible!” Reina simply told the truth.
She sat up angrily, looked directly into the Dragon King’s eyes, and finally vented her frustration.
Her cheeks puffed out slightly, and she let out a long breath, starting to “rant”:
“You can kick off the quilt in three minutes, and if you don’t hug a pillow, you can even roll onto the floor!”
“Master Calysia, with all due respect, you don’t look like a dignified Dragon King at home at all. How about practicing being more elegant?”
This barrage of words stunned Calysia.
She looked at her thighs a little sheepishly and realized that Reina had even changed her clothes.
The floor and walls of the room were spotless, the previously annoying stains were gone, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air, intertwining with Reina’s intoxicating scent, like a freshly brewed fine wine.
On the bedside table, there was also a plate of sliced watermelon.
“Did Reina do all of this?”
“It couldn’t have been done by a commoner, could it?”
Reina broke free from the loosened tail, got out of bed, tidied her maid uniform, said nothing, and prepared to go downstairs to cook.
Calysia didn’t stop her abrupt departure.
“Reina…”
Her face flushed slightly, she covered her cheek with one hand, her little tail wagging excitedly.
To reassure Reina, she deliberately suppressed some of her obsessions and desires.
But Reina didn’t play by the rules at all. She teased her when she had desires, and then tempted her when she felt nothing.
“It was clearly mine to begin with.”
Calysia stood up, put on her shoes, sat back on the edge of the bed, and muttered softly:
“Seducing me again, aren’t you afraid of being played to pieces by me?”
…
After going downstairs, Reina broke out in a cold sweat.
It was the first time she dared to say so many disrespectful things in front of Calysia.
Would a normal maid lecture their master like that?
Definitely not, absolutely impossible!
But Calysia was also strange.
She didn’t punish her, didn’t scold her, and even let her leave.
Could it be that Calysia had a masochistic streak? She hadn’t tried that before. If it worked, perhaps maintaining a tough attitude could create a diversion.
Reina pondered silently, her brainstorming not affecting her work progress at all.
The blanched pork was cut into large square pieces, bacon and cheese were placed in an iron pan, and ground beef, along with a secret sweet sauce and onion rings, were put into the oven.
Then, she started preparing the salad and fruit tea…
A few minutes later, the dining table on the first floor was filled with dishes. Her specialty dinner was ready.
Although there were still some flaws, if this were a professional test for a maid position, it would have been a resounding success—Reina believed that the professional qualities of a personal maid weren’t just about mastering housework, but also about good time management and streamlined efficiency.
To be able to clean the house to this extent and prepare a sumptuous dinner on time at 6:40 PM.
How could Calysia resist not paying her?
“Hee hee~”
Reina lifted her skirt and let out two shy giggles.
The only flaw was that this pretense was a little too realistic.
She stood at the dining table, patiently waiting for Calysia to wake up and come downstairs.
Half a minute later, just as Reina was about to go upstairs to greet the Dragon King, Calysia came down the stairs with light steps. Her casual home attire contrasted sharply with her regal aura, making her look like a sheltered young lady, an elegant lily.
“Reina, I’m here~” Calysia smiled.
Reina walked forward, took Calysia’s hand, and led her to the dining table.
The Dragon King was surprised by the maid’s initiative, but she didn’t refuse, wanting to savor the moment of gentleness Reina offered. But when she saw the dishes on the table, she froze.
The ribs in the clear broth had been meticulously deboned to prevent the sharp-toothed dragons from accidentally swallowing them.
The cheese-baked rice had a higher proportion of meat and a thicker sauce, catering to the dragons’ carnivorous dietary habits.
The mushrooms in the mushroom soup weren’t chopped, but halved, making the dish look more substantial and appetizing.
Ice cubes were added to the large pot of fruit tea to cool it down, and the salad wasn’t dressed with the usual mayonnaise, but with yogurt instead.
“Please accept my apologies for my human-biased dietary habits, Your Majesty. I’ve tried my best to cater to dragon preferences,” Reina said confidently.
Calysia suddenly said half-jokingly: “Reina is such a dummy.”
With that, she picked up her knife and fork.
“Master Calysia, are you dissatisfied with my work?” Reina tilted her head.
Calysia just smiled, not answering immediately, but instead took a sip of the chilled fruit tea.
Reina, why don’t you understand?
These cooking methods and ways of handling ingredients, even chefs serving the highest-ranking dragons wouldn’t do it this way.
Because this wasn’t dragon dietary habits, culture, or customs at all.
These were my personal habits~
No matter how accurately you cook, you can’t change one fact.
You’ve only shared a bed with me, one dragon, and you presume that all dragons are roughly the same.
Thinking of this, Calysia couldn’t suppress her smile:
“A dummy is a dummy. There’s nothing more to say.”
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