The room was filled with a tense yet playful atmosphere. The two novices, Floralys and Christina, still stood before the maid uniforms while Noelle watched them with a strict gaze.
"Do you enjoy your maid work, Noelle?" Floralys asked with a slightly mocking smile.
Noelle's eyes lit up, her voice ringing almost ceremoniously.
"I love it! Not even the Goddess herself could have invented a better job for me! To be the Young Wolf's personal maid is better than being born a Princess! Thank you, Goddess Neptune!"
Christina laughed, her tone teasing.
"Well, at least no one ever stole your underwear. Hahaha!"
Floralys suddenly grew serious.
"By the way, what happened to that Masked Thief, Liverpool?"
Christina shrugged, her voice tinged with annoyance.
"Wanted posters are still plastered all over the city. I suppose they still haven't caught him."
"Five hundred gold for his head," Floralys remarked. "With that kind of money, you could live like a noble."
Christina's eyes gleamed.
"If I caught him, do you think they'd pay me the bounty too?"
Floralys answered with a mischievous smile.
"If anyone could catch him, I'd say it's Ironclaw."
Noelle nodded in satisfaction, then spoke in a stern voice.
"Very well, you've successfully completed your first maid duty."
Christina stared at her in disbelief.
"But we've only undressed—we haven't even put the uniforms on yet."
Floralys leaned closer curiously.
"What was the first maid duty, then?"
Noelle's eyes sparkled mischievously, her voice triumphant.
"Isn't it obvious? Gossiping!"
The room erupted in laughter. Amidst the tension, the punishments, and the looming shadow of the maid uniforms, the three women realized: their maid day would not be only about discipline, but about fun as well.
The air in the room vibrated with laughter and tension. Noelle stood sternly before the two novices, while Floralys and Christina still hadn't put on their maid uniforms.
"Maid gossip is their trademark," Noelle began, her voice ringing triumphantly. "Marta, for example, even knows how many times Carla lets one slip in a day. She counts them. So if you asked her, she could answer immediately."
Floralys laughed, her tone tinged with mockery.
"Oh, come now, Noelle. Noble ladies don't pass gas."
Noelle's eyes flashed, her voice strict.
"Rule number one: if a maid has to, she must never hold it in! The Young Wolf thinks it's funny when a maid does it. Especially if a cute half‑elf girl lets out a loud one!"
Floralys burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!"
Christina stared at Noelle in shock.
"So… if you need to, you don't hold it back in front of him?"
"Of course I let it out," Noelle replied proudly. "I even push it harder so it echoes loudly!"
Floralys clutched her stomach from laughing.
"I can't take this anymore! I'm going to die laughing! Hahaha!"
Christina spoke gravely, though curiosity flickered in her eyes.
"So the Young Wolf likes it when a woman is improper… and lets one rip loudly in front of him?"
Noelle answered firmly.
"You're mistaken! The Young Wolf likes it when a woman holds nothing back from him. Whether it's a loud fart or a secret—better to release it honestly before him."
Floralys grew a little more serious, though her smile remained.
"I see, Noelle. He thinks it's funny if you let one out loudly. But what if it smells too bad?"
Noelle replied almost offended.
"What are you talking about, novice? A maid never makes it smell bad. Everyone knows that. Ask the knights if you don't believe me."
Christina's eyes widened.
"So even the knights like it when the maids let it out?"
Noelle suddenly raised her voice.
"You still haven't dressed? Another punishment! That makes four. If you reach five, you'll be spanked."
Floralys asked with a mischievous smile.
"Will you be the one to spank us, Noelle?"
Noelle answered strictly.
"Spanking is the master's duty. In our case, the Young Wolf carries out the punishment. I only heal the spot afterward, if the punished person asks. Anita, for example, has never asked. Yet no one has ever been spanked more times than her."
Noelle sighed impatiently, folding her arms.
"But now, really—get dressed already. I could have long since finished massaging the Young Wolf, and instead I'm stuck here fussing with you."
The Wolfwood House — Main Hall
The main hall of the Wolfwood house was spacious, its walls adorned with old banners and weapons, while comfortable armchairs and sofas lined the room for the nobles. In one of the larger armchairs sat the Young Wolf, Andras, watching with a stern yet playful gaze as he awaited his new maids.
Noelle marched in firmly, leading the two novices.
"Young Wolf, I've brought the recruits," she declared proudly.
Andras straightened slowly in his chair, his eyes running over the two girls.
"Let's see them. Come closer."
Floralys stepped forward with a mischievous smile.
"So, what do you think—how does the maid outfit look on me?"
Christina was not to be left behind.
"And what about me?"
Andras studied them thoughtfully, then his eyes gleamed.
"Hmm. Floralys suits it very well. Perhaps it's her pointed ears, but she looks better in a maid's dress."
Floralys laughed triumphantly.
"I win this one, Christina!"
Christina's eyes darkened slightly.
"So it doesn't suit me…"
Andras answered firmly.
"You look fine in it too, but armor suits you far better. Christina, as a female knight you're already so beautiful that the maid's dress adds nothing more."
Christina turned to Floralys with a teasing smile.
"Ha! And what was it you said, Floralys?"
Floralys stomped playfully.
"Compliment me more!"
Andras's eyes flashed seriously, his voice deep.
"Well, since I dislike the syrupy princess gowns, the moment you put on the maid's dress, Floralys, it greatly enhanced your elven beauty."
Floralys blushed faintly, then laughed.
"Perhaps I should wear maid outfits more often?"
At that moment Noelle cut in sharply, her voice ringing with military strictness.
"Alright, recruits! First task—eating scones! I've already baked them, so now we feast."
The room filled with the aroma of freshly baked scones, and after the serious introductions, the mood suddenly lightened. The maids' first trial was not swordplay or discipline, but a shared meal, where laughter and playfulness reigned.
The Wolfwood House — Main Hall
The atmosphere in the Wolfwood house's main hall was both ceremonial and playful. The Young Wolf, Andras, sat comfortably reclined in the great armchair while the maids' first trial unfolded.
Noelle firmly assigned the roles:
"I sit at the Young Wolf's right side. My task is to place the scone in the proper spot. You, Floralys, will sit at his left side and hold that glass of juice with the straw. Now, watch the proper steps. When the Young Wolf turns toward me, I place the scone in the correct place—his mouth."
Andras obediently turned toward her, and Noelle skillfully offered the cheese scone.
"Hmm, this cheese scone turned out well, Noelle. You're the best!" he remarked with satisfaction.
Noelle almost blushed, then laughed triumphantly.
"Hehehe! Ahem. Now pay attention, Floralys. When he turns toward you, you place the end of the straw properly—in his mouth. Turn toward her, Young Wolf, so the pointy‑eared novice can try the proper procedure."
Andras turned toward Floralys, who offered the glass a little clumsily but with enthusiasm.
"Hmm, orange juice? Did you squeeze it yourself, Noelle? Well done!" he said as he sipped.
Noelle smiled in satisfaction.
"Hehehe!"
Floralys protested indignantly.
"Hey, wasn't that compliment supposed to be for me?"
Noelle answered strictly, her voice brimming with triumphant confidence.
"What are you talking about, novice? I baked the scones and squeezed the orange juice. Of course the praise is mine."
Christina then spoke up, a little awkwardly, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
"Um… what will my task be?"
Noelle's eyes gleamed as she answered firmly.
"Soon, novice. Wait your turn."