The Noble Lady of Lust Chapter 9: Elena

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Pov: Elena

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To , My lady, she had always been an eccentric person, always doing what she wanted, how she wanted, sotis things that didn't make any sense, everything about her was strange.

I didn't understand her, even though I had been working for her for a while, to this day she was a person whose thought process could not be deciphered, especially lately.

For so reason, had her personality changed? Or so I thought.

Although she was always very unpredictable, there were things she did now that I couldn't figure out.

My lady was still behaving eccentrically, but in a different way, since she felt sick to her stomach.

Yes, if I think about it, since that day, she had been doing things differently, at least with .

At first, I thought it was the side effect of her discomfort, of which I was a direct victim.

But I soon realized it was sothing more. my lady, who had never said a word of apology, apologized to .

The impact was so great that I inadvertently spilled so of the juice I was drinking on her face.

At that mont, I thought she would punish or, at worst, hit as she often did, but she just took it as sothing insignificant and said we were even.

I didn't agree with that idea, but still, that gesture surprised and confird that sothing had changed in her.

Since then, she had been nicer to and even gave a taste of those delicious desserts that I began to enjoy, as if it was sothing normal.

But when I ca to my senses, I rembered that I was just a servant, and that wasn't sothing I was supposed to do, so I tried to be as professional as possible and not let myself be influenced.

'But those sweets... well, if she says so, like , my lady , then it should be okay, right?'

I thought, telling myself that it was okay as long as she allowed it.

Even though I was trying to do the right thing and act like a good maid, I realized that she didn't mind if I looked at her with a displeased or accusatory expression, sothing definitely disrespectful and taboo among maids.

I didn't know what was going on, and when I ca to my senses I had already done it, even though I shouldn't, but part of it all I felt that in all her actions she was sending so kind of ssage that I didn't understand.

We continued with the training in which I was forced to participate. At first, I didn't understand why a maid would have to train, but after seeing the results, I beca interested and began to participate voluntarily.

I felt that if I beca strong I could be in control of my life, plus she told stories about how difficult the world was and that you can never be totally safe unless you are very strong and I thought that was very reasonable.

Before I knew it, despite my attempts to keep my manners, I was already talking to her regardless of my status and I did not hesitate to correct her if she made a mistake.

The first ti I did it, it was unintentional, and I thought that was as far as that little stage of her eccentricity would go, I had overstepped the boundary of my position.

But apparently, instead of putting in my place, she accepted my scolding as normal.

Later, she even gave a potion that made awaken the blessing of the Darkness God, although it seed to be a problem, it is true that it made stronger and she did not judge for this, in the end I was very grateful, if not for what she forced to do a week later.

I was forced to get involved in an escape with the excuse that we were going to look for a legendary object.

The whole trip I was angry, but I still had to save her when she got into a fight for no reason.

I decided that I would no longer hesitate to hit her to calm her down if necessary.

But in the end, the trip was not in vain, as we were actually looking for sothing and not just wasting ti as I thought at first.

We found what she called a 'legendary object'.

But when I saw what it was, I felt like pulling out 'George', the club I had lately grown fond of and had nad.

However, I restrained myself, as she was still my lady and a noblewoman. But the worst was that she showered with her vomit.

It was the third ti it had happened and I was already beginning to suspect that she was doing it on purpose.

After that, we returned ho and nothing out of the ordinary happened, apart from so scolding from the mistress of the house to her.

There was also the master , who instead of scolding her was just crying while hugging her and saring snot on her, which made recognize that they really were father and daughter.

Seeing that scene honestly made feel a little jealous, since all my life I lived in an orphanage where I was always an outcast, because of my hair color.

I only got along well with one of the caregivers, who was the closest thing to a mother figure during my childhood, but she died of old age, which made very sad.

Oddly enough, not long after, she picked up, which brought here to be her personal maid.

Rembering the past while watching that scene filled with lancholy.

My lady, who for so reason lately was always worrying about , seed to realize a little of what I was feeling.

Which made feel worse, since one of the biggest mistakes a maid can make is to worry her mistress.

I rembered the lessons of the butler and the older maids who felt sorry for , being her direct servant.

Then she told that I was her family too, that I shouldn't be sad and that I could cry on her shoulder while making an arrogant expression, as if it was a great privilege.

But I made sure not to react to those words and kept my usual professional face, even giving her a look of contempt, which now ca out naturally.

Which ended up embarrassing her in the process. However, deep down, her words created many different emotions within , regardless of whether or not her words were true or not.

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At so point, she managed to convince to call her "Phina", at least in private. She was very tenacious in such matters and would not leave alone until I accepted it.

So I accepted it, even though it went with my code as her servant, despite that Honestly, I already felt comfortable in her presence.

Despite her antics, which sotis made look at her with disdain and even take "George" out to put a stop to her impulsiveness, I had fun training or eating desserts with her.

Yes, it was fun, still I didn't show it, I knew that's what she wanted, so I didn't give her the satisfaction and always tried to keep my face as professional as possible, to the point of making it a habit.

She was the type that if you gave her an inch she would take a mile and go with the flow.

She would sotis, really piss off, like that ti I found her in my room laughing disgustedly while holding up my panties, which I didn't know where she got them from.

That made use "George" without asuring myself and left her in a very bad way.

But still, she acknowledged that it was her fault, so it didn't escalate and she covered for with her family and the doctor.

Honestly, I no longer understood where the boundaries were between mistress and servant when it ca to her and I had to do my best to maintain, the boundaries, I don't know if this would ever end.

'I have to stick to my Servant role and not be swayed'

There were tis when she tried to convince that we should start training in real fights against beasts and monsters and that I should help her sneak out at night.

I refused, because although we had both gotten stronger, we weren't ready for that.

But she continued to insist tirelessly, going so far as to threaten not to give any more cakes if I didn't help her.

I couldn't stand her insistence any longer, so I told her that we would only do it if we went through the first tamorphosis, which would be the first step for those who walk the path of power.

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We made it faster than I thought and I had no choice but to accept her request. Thus began the real battles against beasts and monsters.

To be honest, I had to try very hard not to look scared.

Oddly enough she had no problem with that. She said things like "if you imagine it as a video ga, it's not that scary" "the power of autosuggestion", sothing I didn't understand at the ti.

she was fighting those beasts head on, using that strange martial art she had gotten from that legendary object in a dubious way.

I, for my part, faced the beasts with the art of training and combat that I had begun to practice.

A few days after the tamorphosis, she told that she had a combat art that suited and, after passing a mory crystal used to store information, I began to practice it.

It really suited , so I decided to perfect it until I could master it.

I watched as she, without fear of getting blood on her, hunted the monsters, an image that contrasted with her beautiful appearance and the natural grace she showed when she wasn't up to so mischief.

So I didn't want to be left behind and, together, we began to see the results of our training, killing any beast or monster that ca our way.

When we found one that was too powerful for us, Phina would do so strange poses and whisper sothing, and then throw an explosive potion that allowed us to escape or kill the beast directly.