The maid's face froze, and she asked in confusion, "Sir, what do you mean by this?"
Lynn removed the linen cloth from his eyelids, which had lost its warmth, and continued, "As a maid, you naturally need to do what's expected of a maid."
"Just like when you first appeared as a maid, starting by serving me wine."
"I don't know how you joined the castle."
"But with this identity, you've stayed in the castle for such a long time without doing anything out of place..."
"It shows you already know different identities have different responsibilities, what should be done with each identity without appearing out of place."
The tension and shyness on the maid's face disappeared instantly.
She stared straight at Lynn, saying, "Just as you said, I haven't done anything."
"How did you know this body is my transformation disguise?"
Yaya's heart was full of bafflement.
She spent a winter in the castle with the transformed body and identity of Polia!
This was to make Kuisi, who is responsible for the castle, the guards, and even Lynn familiar with her.
This winter, she nearly did whatever Kuisi arranged for her.
Serving tea, washing clothes, cooking meals.
Of course, her familiarity was one reason.
The second reason, she didn't want to keep hiding her identity outside in the cold winter...
Yet despite this.
She finally found a time when Kuisi was out, and she could slip away from Red, the personal guard, to face Lynn alone.
Even potentially fulfilling the contract they had previously established.
However, Yaya didn't expect that when she hadn't done anything yet and was just preparing to approach.
Lynn discovered her true identity in advance?
How?
Lynn's words were calm, "You're too impatient!"
"Private room, soaking, the moment when a person's defenses are most relaxed."
"Especially many Great Lords or Royal Nobility, how could someone in such a position be ordinary people?"
"They're always those who've fought bloodily with strength or intelligence among numerous family siblings to sit in such a position!"
"Such people have heavy precautions."
Yaya remained standing, silent and without moving closer to Lynn.
Lynn continued speaking.
"In a situation where you're unfamiliar, no Lord would let a stranger enter and approach him at such a time."
"Of course, except for lustful thoughts."
There was a movement in Yaya's hand, and a sharpened iron table knife appeared.
Lynn continued to speak, "After being discovered, indeed, fighting with your life to complete the task might offer a chance for survival."
"But... you should know the real strength of the target you're ready to fight to the death!"
Swoosh~
At the moment Lynn's words fell.
The screeching sound of a sword blade scraping against the sheath echoed in the private room.
Yaya hadn't even reacted yet.
Lynn, who was lying in the bathtub, had already stood up.
His right hand drew the one-handed sword from its sheath, the cold shining blade resting against her neck.
Yaya could even feel a chill emanating from the blade.
Yaya understood, as long as Lynn was willing.
In the instant he drew the sword, she was already dead!
With a flick, Lynn sheathed the one-handed sword.
"Regardless of your gender or racial identity."
"Force is not your strong point... think carefully about how to use your ability!"
Lynn lay back in the warm water of the bathtub.
Watching Lynn once again wring the warm linen cloth and place it on his eyelids, an inexplicable trace of anger welled up in Yaya's heart.
She looked directly at Lynn and asked, "Then what do you mean by this?"
"Is it training?"
A calm voice echoed from Lynn's mouth.
"Of course, this is training!"
Listening to those two words, a blush instantly spread across Yaya's face.
As a succubus, Yaya naturally understood the meaning of "training."
From her awakened memory, humans would control succubi through magic, contracts, and other means, conducting training.
Making succubi serve as followers to humans!
To satisfy their desires.
If rules were broken, humans would impose magical or physical punishment on succubi...
Other Lords, upon acquiring a succubus, would eagerly use methods to control.
Restrict succubi from arbitrarily absorbing essence, then satisfy their desires.
However, Lynn in front of her was not for his own desires.
But was training her to become a spy?
This is something Yaya couldn't understand!
Or is it...
Lynn is entirely uninterested in her body?
Otherwise, in front of any normal man, not to mention seeing her true, enticing and desirable form.
Even seeing her transformed form, he would be attracted by the charm and presence of a succubus emanating from her...
Only Lynn, showed no reaction!
When Lynn stood up earlier, she had observed Lynn's entire body.
The next second.
Yaya denied both conclusions.
No!
Surely it's because the human body is overly ordinary!
If she appeared before Lynn in her succubus form, he would certainly be attracted!
After Lynn called Red, the transformed Yaya was sent away from the castle.
The private room returned to tranquility.
Only the rising water vapor from the bathtub subtly lingered and drifted around the room...
...
The next morning.
After breakfast, Lynn sat at the armchair by the dining table.
Gasper bent his waist, standing about four or five meters away from Lynn.
"Sir, the night before last, there was a bandit attack!"
Lynn's eyebrows raised, "Bandit attack?"
Since he previously eliminated the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps and the Storm Mercenaries in the siege defense.
He hadn't heard any information about bandits for a long time.
Gapas continued, "Yes, Sir."
"Jonas Manor Lord's fourth son, Eduardo Frank, was intercepted by a bandit corps while heading to Kakasong City!"
"His horse and all valuables were stolen."
"Even the silk clothes Eduardo wore were stripped bare..."
Lynn pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Have we identified which bandit corps?"
Gasper explained, "A guard who luckily escaped brought back the details to the Jonas Manor during the interception."
"The guard said... it's the elusive and missing Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps, which has returned to Morgan Town."
Hearing this.
Lynn's eyebrow raised involuntarily.
Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps?
If Anthony knew, would he erupt from his buried grave, leading his members to storm Jonas Manor?
While alive, it was bearable.
Dead, he still had to bear the blame?