The Tired Maid

Chapter 2

It's been a few days since you have awoken as the (Y/N) in this world. Not much has happened as Stella follows you whenever she can, doing chores that you were assigned, avoiding Helios and Jacob whenever you can - because you don't want any problems with them - and honing your self-defense again.

To be specific, karate and judo.

It would help you protect Stella from her soon-to-be kidnappers during her debut, and would also help the other women in this world. So every night, when the guards are battling against sleep, you would sneak onto the training grounds with various weapons you could find. It was a hassle when combined with your schedule as a maid and the few breaks you have, but you endured.

You also practiced your mana when you're sure no one's around. It was the typical world where the greatest mana conquers all types of world, where the amount of mana and the quality of it matters and decides your position in this hierarchy. Being a holder of one of the dragons deems you as having great amounts of mana and quite the celebrity, depending on the dragon of course.

Your mana was currently mediocre with it being water-affiliated, so you can't do high-level spells. But you can be creative. By combining your skills in martial arts and mana, you can make powerful moves. The night before, you tested it out by guiding your mana to your leg before you kicked one of the forest trees, making the tree go timber. You were lucky that there was a forest around the castle.

If you continued to practice and use it more creatively, you would be able to defend yourself and the castle. It made you satisfied.

Currently, you were done checking the maids and the other servants when an alone maid came rushing toward you. "Ms. (Y/N)!" she cried as you turn to her rushing form before you caught her in your arms. She frantically straightens herself and fixes her dress. 'She's quite flustered.' you concluded, noticing the flushed cheeks of the girl. She must be around sixteen years old, eight years younger than you. You only smiled at her, to show her no harm. "It's quite alright," you assured. "So what appears to be the problem?"

She pants as she points in the direction where she came from. "Her highness hasn't eaten any of the food prepared for her," she explains. "She keeps grumbling about how she wants your cooking and that the chefs' cooking wasn't as good as yours."

You furrowed your brows as you sped-walked to the dining room. 'That will not be good.' you thought. If Stella continues to complain, the chefs will get blamed and might either lose their jobs or worse, get punished. You didn't want anything to happen to them, you didn't want any trouble in the castle. You found the dining room, knocking first before entering. The dining room was clear with glass panes on the numerous windows, white with golden yellow embellishments being the theme of the painted room and a royal purple carpet under the dining table. The table itself was polished quartz cut in a rectangular form with wooden chairs painted yellow with royal-colored cushions for the bottoms.

At the very end of the table and seated on a grand chair was the current king himself, Vikesh, who was looking at his daughter in concern. He was quite different from his children with slick platinum hair and olive skin, the only thing he has with his children are his eyes, which are obsidian black. He was quite handsome, you had to admit.

On his right was Helios, who was trying to convince his sister to eat, utensils and food forgotten. On his left was the princess herself, who was pouting while crossing her arms, grumbling all the while.

You raised a brow at the peculiar scene before letting out a vocal sigh. "What is going on?" You watch as the royal family turns their attention to you, all having various reactions. Stella was beaming at you with literal stars in her eyes, hurriedly standing up from her chair to you. Helios had this look of puzzlement and interest as if you were a curious specimen that he couldn't figure out. Vikesh, the most surprising reaction of all, was gaping at you.