A short while later, the bathroom door creaked open.
Yuri stepped out wrapped only in a single white towel. The soft fabric clung tightly to her wet, curvaceous body, struggling to contain her enormous breasts that jiggled gently with every step. Droplets of water still rolled down her smooth skin, tracing seductive paths along her deep cleavage and thick thighs.
"Water was very refreshing…" she said softly, a small, peaceful smile on her lips. But the smile quickly faded as she looked down at herself, cheeks turning pink.
Lucian, who had just covered Yukie with a blanket, turned around. "What happened to you suddenly?"
Yuri fidgeted with the edge of her towel, blushing furiously as she looked down at the floor. "Well… my dress is dirty and… I don't have anything else to wear," she murmured shyly, her voice barely above a whisper, fingers nervously twisting the fabric.
Lucian scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile. "It's okay. I can make some clothes for you. I mimicked Yukie's material creation skill, so it should be easy now."
Yuri's eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity as she clasped her hands together in front of her chest. "I've never seen a material creation skill before…" she said excitedly, like a child watching a magic trick.
Lucian stood up, closed his eyes, and extended his hand with full concentration. A bright, warm light began to glow in his palm.
"It's working!" Yuri cheered softly, bouncing on her toes in excitement. Her massive breasts jiggled noticeably under the towel, nearly causing it to slip.
Ta-da!
A small set of bright red lingerie — lacy panties and a matching bra — appeared in his hands.
Yuri froze. Her face turned tomato red as she quickly covered it with both hands. "T-This is…!"
Lucian's eyes snapped open. He stared at the delicate underwear in horror. "What the hell?! Where did these come from?!" In his panic, he shook his hand wildly. The red panties flew through the air and landed perfectly on top of Yuri's head.
"Ahh—!" Yuri squeaked, her face completely hidden behind the lacy fabric as she stood there in pure embarrassment.
After several more attempts (and plenty of blushing), Lucian finally succeeded. A simple, cute casual vest and comfortable dolphin shorts materialized in his hands.
"Ta-da! I got the clothes!" he announced with a tired but victorious smile.
Yuri peeked through her fingers, then slowly lowered her hands. Her eyes lit up with genuine delight. "These look very different… but they're beautiful!" she said happily, her soft, childish tone returning as she gently took the clothes.
She walked toward the bathroom with light, happy steps, the towel swaying around her thick thighs. "Thank you, Lucian!"
The door closed behind her with a soft click.
Lucian stood there for a second, then dramatically collapsed onto the floor, staring at the ceiling in exhaustion.
"Why do these things always happen to me…?" he groaned, voice full of annoyance and defeat.
From the bathroom came the faint sound of Yuri humming cheerfully as she changed completely unaware of the chaos she had just caused in Lucian's already complicated life.
The bathroom door creaked open.
Yuri stepped out, her voluptuous body barely contained by the elegant white vest. The thin fabric stretched obscenely across her massive breasts, each deep breath threatening to snap the buttons as they strained against their confinement. The hem barely reached her upper thighs, leaving her long, smooth legs on full display.
"I'm ready, Lucian," she said softly, a shy blush coloring her cheeks.
Lucian sat up on the bed, his eyes widening at the sight. "You look… incredibly beautiful," he muttered, face turning red as he quickly glanced away, trying not to stare.
Before the awkward silence could settle, a single glowing page shot out from the drawer like a living thing and fluttered down, landing right in front of Yuri's feet.
Yuri tilted her head, confused. She bent down to pick it up—her enormous chest spilling forward, the deep valley between her breasts fully exposed for a dangerous second.
Lucian's throat went dry. Focus, damn it.
"It's from that ancient book," he said, clearing his throat.
Yuri straightened, eyes scanning the page. Her expression shifted from curiosity to pure shock.
"This… this is a Creation Spell," she whispered, voice trembling. "A ten-star magic spell. In the entire Northern Continent, no one—no one—has ever been recorded using this."
Lucian shot up and rushed to her side. "Wait, what? Is there a snail on it or something?"
Yuri pointed at the shimmering runes. "This spell creates a living entity by sacrificing and dividing the caster's own mana. The more mana you pour in… the stronger and more intelligent the being becomes."
Lucian's eyes gleamed with ambition. "Then we're not wasting another second."
He snatched the page and bolted out of the hotel room. Yuri glanced back at the still-sleeping Yukie.
"We'll be back soon," she whispered gently before closing the door and running after him.
Behind the hotel lay a small, untouched dark forest, shrouded in mist and silence. Perfect.
Lucian stopped in a clearing, chest heaving. "This place is isolated enough. No one will see."
Yuri arrived moments later, gasping for air, hands on her knees. Her massive breasts bounced wildly inside the thin vest with every ragged breath, the fabric now slightly damp with sweat and clinging even more provocatively.
"You… run too fast, Lucian…" she panted.
Lucian raised the page, his expression turning serious. The night wind howled around them as if the world itself sensed what was coming.
He stretched his hand forward, mana surging through his body like liquid starlight.
"From the silence before existence…
From the darkness that births all things…
I shape will into form…"
His voice boomed with growing power.
"Arise, my servant of the Abyss!"
A colossal magic circle of swirling black and crimson erupted beneath his feet. The ground shook violently. A pillar of dark-red energy exploded upward, ripping through the sky and shattering the clouds. Lightning the color of blood cracked across the heavens as the entire weather warped in an instant.
In the distant city, people froze in the streets, staring up in terror.
"What the hell is that?!"
"Is the world ending?!"
"Mommy, look at the sky!"
Back in the forest, Lucian stood at the center of the storm, his body enveloped in a blazing aura of black and crimson flames. Blue and red fire danced across his skin as he roared, pouring an ocean of mana into the spell.
Yuri covered her mouth, eyes wide. "This power… it's terrifying…"
The pressure grew heavier, bending trees and cracking the earth. Lucian's scream echoed like thunder as the final surge left his body.
Then—everything went silent.
The dark energy collapsed inward, condensing into a single point of blinding white light.
Yuri stepped back. "What… is that?"
Lucian grinned, breathing hard. "Let's see what I just created."
The light exploded outward in a radiant shockwave.
When it faded, she stood there.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman in a perfectly tailored black-and-white maid outfit. Silver hair cascaded down her back like moonlight on water. Her figure was elegant yet dangerous—curves in all the right places, paired with an aura of absolute lethality.
She slowly turned toward Lucian, blue eyes glowing with quiet intensity. In the next instant, she teleported directly in front of him and dropped gracefully to one knee. The sheer force of her presence sent a massive shockwave rippling through the entire forest, flattening grass and snapping branches.
"On your command, My Lord," she said, voice soft yet carrying the weight of a conqueror.
Lucian stared.
"…It's a maid."
Yuri blinked. "Lucian, are you okay?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, visibly disappointed. "I poured that much mana into a ten-star legendary spell… and I got a maid. A really hot maid, sure, but still a maid. This isekai life is trolling me."
Yuri stifled a giggle.
Lucian sighed, then straightened up. "Activate Appraisal."
[Appraisal Activated]
Rank: SS+
Strength: Super Class
Intelligence: Super Class
Rarity: Legendary
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Title: Queen of Silent Blades
Lucian's eyes widened. "Holy shit… Balanced stats at Super Class level? Legendary rarity? And she's a queen of silent blades? That's actually insane."
He looked down at the kneeling beauty with newfound respect—and a hint of excitement.
Yuri smiled softly. "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing," Lucian replied with an awkward grin. "Just… she's strong. Really strong."
The maid remained perfectly still, head bowed, a gentle smile on her lips.
"I am eternally grateful that you granted me life, My Lord."
Lucian rubbed his chin, then declared with dramatic flair:
"From this day forward, your name is Elysia."
Elysia's blue eyes sparkled with pure joy, like a child receiving her first gift.
"I am truly happy to receive a name from my Lord," she said warmly.
Lucian nodded. "You may stand, Elysia."
She rose smoothly, posture flawless, silver hair swaying like liquid metal.
"Is there any order for me, My Lord?" she asked, tilting her head with innocent curiosity.
Lucian's gaze swept across the shadow-drenched forest, the faint rustle of leaves whispering through the darkness. After a brief moment, he turned back to Elysia, a confident smile playing on his lips.
"There are several tasks I need you to handle," he said calmly, his voice steady yet commanding.
Yuri stared at him with wide, uncertain eyes. "You're… planning to attack a monster, right?" she asked, her voice trembling with hesitation.
Lucian only smiled. With a casual wave of his hand, he turned and stepped into the dark forest, his figure slipping into the shadows as if he belonged there.
"Follow me."
Elysia gave a graceful nod and moved after him without a second thought, her maid skirt swaying elegantly with each step. A faint, delighted smile curved her lips.
"As you command, my Lord~" she said, her tone perfectly respectful—yet carrying a subtle, almost playful enthusiasm, as if she enjoyed being ordered far more than she should.
Yuri blinked, watching the two disappear into the darkness. Then panic kicked in.
"H-Hey, wait for me!" she called out, hurrying after them, her voice laced with fear as she chased their fading silhouettes.