The cold evening wind whispered through the dark forest, carrying the scent of moss and distant rain.
Yuri hugged herself tightly, her massive breasts pressing together and straining even harder against the thin fabric of her vest. The cold made her nipples visibly poke through the material like two defiant points. "It's freezing out here…" she muttered, shivering.
Elysia glanced at Lucian, then silently released a gentle wave of her aura. The temperature around them rose instantly, wrapping her Lord in comfortable warmth.
"I hope you are not feeling cold, My Lord," she said softly, her voice full of pure loyalty.
Lucian felt the pleasant heat and smiled. "You really are powerful, Elysia." He reached out and patted her head twice.
Elysia's cheeks flushed bright red. She grabbed her own face with both hands, eyes sparkling like a child who had just received the world's greatest treasure. "My Lord… patted my head…" she whispered dreamily. "This is the happiest day of my entire existence."
Yuri gave her a deadpan stare and sighed. "Why do I feel like this legendary SS+ princess is actually just a spoiled puppy in maid clothing?"
Lucian suddenly stopped. Ahead of them, a group of muscular, scarred goblins blocked the path, crude stone weapons gripped in their clawed hands.
"These ones look pretty strong," Lucian said, cracking his knuckles with a confident smirk.
Yuri's elf ears twitched in alarm. "Those are matured goblins! We should not fight them! Even veteran adventurers avoid—"
Before she could finish, Elysia stepped in front of Lucian protectively, her blue eyes glowing with murderous intent. A beautiful scabbard materialized in her hands, ornate silver dragons coiling around it. With a slow, dramatic pull, she drew her blade. The sword sang as it left the sheath, its mirror-like surface reflecting the moonlight and her cold, beautiful face.
"Don't you dare…" she whispered dangerously, "look at my Lord with those filthy eyes."
Lucian whistled. "That blade is gorgeous."
Elysia turned to him instantly, her deadly aura vanishing as she smiled sweetly. "If My Lord likes it, you may have it." She offered the sword with both hands, bowing slightly.
Lucian grabbed the hilt eagerly—only for the sword's insane weight to slam him straight into the ground face-first.
"Ugh—! Too… heavy…!"
Elysia gasped cutely and immediately knelt beside him, gently lifting him up and brushing the dirt off his clothes with extreme care. "Are you okay, My Lord? I'm so sorry! I should have warned you…" Her voice was full of genuine worry, eyes wide and glistening.
Yuri facepalmed. "We're all going to die here…"
One goblin roared and charged, swinging a massive stone sword. "You humans will make good food—!"
The words barely left its mouth.
Elysia's gaze snapped toward it, her expression shifting from adorable to terrifying in a heartbeat. A crushing wave of killing intent exploded outward. The goblin's body burst like an overripe tomato, blood and guts spraying across the forest floor before it could even scream.
"How dare you speak in my Lord's presence," she said coldly, voice laced with absolute disdain.
In the next second, she vanished in a blur of silver. The remaining goblins didn't even have time to react. Her blade flashed like moonlight, slicing through all of them in one fluid, artistic arc. Heads and torsos fell cleanly apart, painting the ground red.
Yuri stood frozen, mouth open. "She's… terrifying…"
Lucian rubbed his chin, eyes shining with excitement. "Elysia," he called, "bring me the heart of the Goblin Master."
Yuri whipped her head toward him. "Are you insane?! A Goblin Master is a disaster-class monster! Even C-rank parties struggle against one!"
Elysia simply smiled—a soft, loving smile reserved only for her Lord. "As you wish, My Lord."
She vanished again.
For a few seconds, the forest was eerily quiet.
Then—BOOM.
A wooden hut in the distance exploded into splinters. A monstrous roar was cut short with a sickening wet sound. Moments later, Elysia reappeared directly in front of Lucian, gracefully dropping to one knee. In her delicate hand, she held a still-beating, oversized black heart.
"I have completed your command, My Lord," she said proudly, offering the grotesque trophy like it was a bouquet of flowers.
Yuri's eyes rolled back. She fainted on the spot with a dramatic thud.
Lucian grinned and patted Elysia's head again. "You did excellent work, Elysia."
Her entire body trembled with joy. "Seeing My Lord smile… makes everything worth it."
Later that evening, back at the hotel.
Yuri slowly opened her eyes, lying on the soft bed. "What… happened? Are we dead…?"
Yukie approached with a gentle smile and placed a warm cup of tea beside her. "You've been out for almost an hour, Yuri."
Yuri sat up, still dazed. "Lucian… Elysia… the goblins…"
Yukie chuckled softly and patted her head. "Lucian told me everything. That Creation Spell page was probably a cut from the ancient book. Honestly, it's amazing we have such a strong ally now."
Yuri looked around. "Where are they?"
"They went out to sell the Goblin Master's heart," Yukie replied, lying back lazily on the bed. "I was exhausted earlier, but after Lucian gave me those mana stones… I feel incredible. Full of energy again."
She stretched sensually, her own generous curves shifting under the sheets.
Yuri took a sip of tea, still trying to process everything.
Inside the bustling Adventurers Guild, the atmosphere was thick with the usual mix of sweat, ale, and desperate bravado.
The receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman in her late twenties, adjusted her glasses and examined the still-pulsing Goblin Master's heart under a glowing magnifying glass. Her professional mask cracked instantly.
"By the Goddess… This is undeniably a Master Goblin's heart," she whispered, voice laced with disbelief.
Lucian leaned against the counter with a cocky grin. "So, how much are we looking at?"
The receptionist quickly slipped on enchanted gloves and carefully lifted the grotesque organ. "Please wait a moment. I'll need to consult the Guild Manager about the valuation." She hurried upstairs, heels clicking sharply on the wooden steps.
Lucian and Elysia took a seat at a nearby table. He drummed his fingers, trying to hide his nervousness.
"I really hope we get a decent amount," Lucian muttered. "I'm still running on two silver coins like a broke protagonist."
Elysia sat perfectly straight beside him, silver hair cascading over her maid uniform. She smiled gently, her blue eyes soft and adoring. "Do not worry, My Lord. In the Northern Continent, a Goblin Master is considered a regional boss. Their hearts are extremely valuable. The standard reward should range between 10 to 30 gold coins."
Lucian's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Ten to thirty gold coins?! That's insane! I could finally stop eating stale bread every day!"
Elysia's cheeks flushed with quiet happiness just seeing her Lord excited.
Before the moment could settle, three rough-looking adventurers swaggered over. The leader slammed his meaty hand on the table, making it rattle.
"You're the bastard who brought in a Master Goblin heart? You don't look all that strong. Planning to act like a big shot, huh?"
The guild hall quieted. Eyes turned toward them.
In an instant, the temperature dropped.
Elysia rose from her chair like a silver blade unsheathing itself. Her ornate sword materialized in the air and hovered inches from the man's throat, the razor edge kissing his skin.
"If you do not wish to die here," she said, voice ice-cold and dripping with murderous elegance, "apologize to My Lord. Or I will personally dig your grave beneath this guild's foundation."
Her aura erupted. Blue flames ignited in her eyes. The sheer pressure made the wooden floor creak and every adventurer in the hall instinctively reach for their weapons.
The second thug snarled and lunged at Lucian, fist cocked back to smash his face. "You little—"
Schwing.
One fluid, almost invisible slash.
The man's severed hand spun through the air before hitting the floor with a wet thud. Blood sprayed across the table as the thug screamed and collapsed, clutching the bleeding stump.
Lucian blinked. "What the—?!"
Elysia stood motionless, sword already back in its floating scabbard, her expression terrifyingly calm. "You dared raise your hand against My Lord. Consider yourself fortunate I only took the limb."
The entire guild hall erupted into chaos.
"She's a monster!"
"SS-rank?! No, higher!"
"Someone call the damn guards!"
The third man immediately stepped forward, hands raised in surrender. "W-we're sorry, Miss! Our friend didn't know he was speaking to someone important—"
Elysia's gaze sharpened like a predator's. "I did not hear My Lord give you permission to leave."
The three men froze in pure terror.
Lucian finally stood up and placed a gentle hand on Elysia's shoulder. "That's enough, Elysia. Let them go."
Elysia's deadly aura vanished instantly. She turned to him with the sweetest, most innocent smile, like a loyal puppy. "As you command, My Lord." She bowed her head cutely and stepped back behind him, hands clasped neatly in front of her.
The two uninjured men dragged their screaming, one-handed friend toward the exit as fast as their legs could carry them.
"She's a fucking demon in maid clothing…" one whimpered before they disappeared into the night.
Moments later, the receptionist returned, looking slightly pale after witnessing the scene. She placed a heavy leather pouch on the table with both hands.
"My apologies for the wait. After consulting with the Guild Master… we've valued the heart at 25 gold coins."
Lucian's grin widened as he accepted the surprisingly heavy pouch. The sound of clinking gold was music to his ears.
"Twenty-five gold?!" he laughed. "Hell yeah! We're eating good tonight!"
Elysia leaned slightly closer to him, eyes sparkling with pure childish delight at her Lord's happiness. "I am glad I could be of use, My Lord."
Lucian ruffled her silver hair affectionately. "You were perfect, Elysia."
She melted on the spot, cheeks glowing pink as she whispered dreamily, "He patted me again…"
The door to the hotel room clicked open. Warm lantern light spilled into the hallway as Lucian and Elysia stepped inside.
"Both of you are finally back," Yukie said with a soft, welcoming smile. Her eyes immediately dropped to the heavy pouch dangling from Lucian's hand.
Lucian lifted it with theatrical pride, the coins inside clinking like music. "Twenty-five gold coins," he announced, grinning ear to ear. "Straight from the Guild for that Goblin Master's heart."
Yuri, still lounging on the bed in her thin vest, clapped her hands excitedly. The motion made her massive chest bounce energetically. "That's amazing! We've never had this much money before!"
Elysia nodded gracefully, her silver hair shimmering under the light. "We must use every coin with purpose. Even one gold wasted now could haunt us later. Once wealth begins flowing, we must ensure it multiplies — not vanishes."
Lucian placed the pouch safely in the drawer. "Agreed. First thing tomorrow, we should look for a proper place. No more cramped hotel rooms. A real house would be—"
"—Not ideal," Elysia interrupted gently but firmly, raising a hand. "Buying property right now would be wasteful. As adventurers, we should rent a high-quality base. Mobility is more valuable than ownership at this stage."
Yukie nodded in agreement. "She's right. We should invest most of it into better gear, skills, and increasing our strength. Living conditions can improve gradually."
Lucian stretched his arms high, letting out a tired groan. "Fair enough. For tonight though… bath and food. I'm wiped out."
Yukie smiled. "I can use my Infinite Material Creation skill to make Elysia some proper outfits later. Can't have our legendary maid running around in just one uniform."
A short while later, the bathroom door opened.
Yuri and Yukie emerged wrapped in nothing but white towels that barely contained their generous figures. Water still glistened on their skin. Yukie's huge breasts strained against the fabric with every step, threatening to spill out, while Yuri's curvaceous hips and thighs swayed hypnotically as she walked.
"The water was so refreshing and warm," Yukie sighed happily, sitting on the edge of the bed. The towel rode dangerously high on her thighs.
Yuri plopped down beside her, the bed creaking under their combined softness. "That felt amazing~"
Elysia turned her gaze to Lucian, her crimson eyes softening into pure adoration. "You must bathe as well, My Lord. You worked hard today." Without waiting for a reply, she gently but firmly grabbed his hand and began pulling him toward the bathroom.
"W-wait, Elysia! I can bathe by myself—!" Lucian protested, half-laughing, half-panicked as he was dragged away like a reluctant puppy.
The door closed behind them with a soft click.
Seven minutes later…
Lucian sat submerged in the large wooden bathtub, nestled comfortably between Elysia's thighs. His back rested against her soft, toned body while her enormous breasts enveloped the sides of his head like warm, fragrant pillows. The maid's arms were wrapped around him, gently scrubbing his chest with a sponge.
"You must bathe properly, My Lord," she whispered tenderly, voice full of innocent devotion. "You have worked so hard for us today."
Lucian's face was buried deep in the impossibly soft valley of her cleavage. Steam rose around them. He gave a long, deadpan stare at the ceiling for a few seconds… then slowly relaxed, sinking deeper into her embrace with a defeated but blissful sigh.
"…This isekai life is actually getting pretty damn good," he mumbled, voice slightly muffled.
Elysia smiled cutely, tilting her head as she continued washing him with utmost care, humming a soft, happy melody. Her silver hair floated on the water's surface like liquid moonlight.
Outside the bathroom, Yuri and Yukie exchanged knowing glances.
Yukie smirked. "Should we pretend we don't hear him enjoying himself in there?"
Yuri buried her blushing face in a pillow. "I'm never going to get used to that maid…"
From inside the bathroom came Lucian's relaxed, slightly embarrassed chuckle, followed by Elysia's gentle, loyal voice:
"Allow me to wash your back more thoroughly, My Lord~"
The night was still young, and the newly rich party's bonds— were only beginning to deepen.