I am a female swordsman.

The maid looked up at Huang Quan, then quickly lowered her head again, and then moved out of the room with small steps. She remained outside the door, not going too far.

"Really..." Huang Quan mumbled, not finishing his sentence, seemingly lost in thought. Perhaps he felt the nature of these servants was too intense. A servant is a servant, giving and taking, and you wouldn't associate them with any other identity.

For Huang Quan, who grew up in an environment of equality, being around such a person was very uncomfortable.

"Never mind, we won't be spending much time together anyway." Compared to that, Huang Quan needs to focus her energy on choosing men's clothing. As for her experience with banquets, Huang Quan has only attended a few banquets hosted by ghoul investigators, which were all victory celebrations, so she doesn't have much experience.

As for the male companion, there shouldn't be too many complicated issues when choosing clothing, since he's not some high-ranking nobleman. Just go with your gut feeling; there shouldn't be any major problems. Slowly recalling some useful information, Huang Quan's fingers swept across the rows of models.

The sheer number of dresses was dazzling.

It's impossible to try on every single dress; you probably wouldn't be able to try them all on even by evening. And since I don't know what kind of dress my adoptive mother will choose, some more elaborate dresses or dresses that obviously require matching have to be excluded from my selection.

The only hint, or rather, the only mandatory requirement, is in red.

It would be somewhat difficult to strike the [Sword Demon] right in the heart with this attack. However, fortunately, Huang Quan has a cheat code: if there is anyone in this world who understands Tiana's likes and dislikes best, it would undoubtedly be the [Demon King] Tamos.

'Tamos, please help me.'

After calling out in his mind, the demon, who had been feigning death all along, reluctantly responded to the contractor's call.

For some reason, Tamos had been avoiding Tiana and hadn't dared to show himself to her. Tiana, on the other hand, didn't seem willing to push too hard and, after meeting Huang Quan, didn't urge her to call Tamos out.

Tell me, what kind of man does she like?

"Contractor, I'm not quite sure about this either." While saying she didn't know, Huang Quan was clearly inwardly implying that Tamos's emotional fluctuations were a blatant suggestion that Tiana liked her type. This was the first time Huang Quan had been forced to witness such a display of affection by a demon, and she felt truly uncomfortable.

Red skin, eight-pack abs, masked man.

Huang Quan tried hard to imagine a dress that would match these characteristics, but her mind went blank. After several minutes of struggling to put together an idea, which ended in failure, she simply gave up on the option. She always felt that the aesthetic sense of demons was vastly different from that of normal humans in some aspects.

[Sword Demon] Tiana shouldn't be judged by her looks.

Otherwise, as Aunt Midis revealed in her exposé, he wouldn't have knocked out his so-called rival (?) with a single blow so that he could win the heart of the beauty (?) for Tamos.

"Contractor, I don't think she meant any harm." Noticing Huang Quan's inner turmoil, Tamos tried to comfort her. This failed attempt at comfort only left Huang Quan more speechless. That extremely awful and awkward personality, even without malice, could still drive someone to the brink of ecstasy.

Stop talking nonsense and help me think of a solution.

Slightly annoyed, Huang Quan stomped her foot. She didn't want to waste any more time. She couldn't very well point her finger at Tamos and yell at him, calling him useless for not being able to handle even this simple task.

Tamos fell into a long silence, his emotions fluctuating between intense and gentle.

It was clear he was seriously trying to find a solution, recalling some unrealistic fantasies. Yes, this world was fake, and the things that happened in it were naturally fake too; the only reality was the connection to the continent of Arad.

'Forget it, I'll just have to rely on myself.'

With a deep sigh, Huang Quan gave up on the idea of ​​seeking further help from Tamos.

Just then, Tamos spoke slowly, his voice tinged with a sense of nostalgia.

'I firmly believe that the woman who takes my sword is destined to become queen. All things in the world will offer their loyalty before her. What a pity that we meet again in this way…' Even the air seemed heavy at that moment. Tamos still couldn't forget what had happened.

A lone wolf struggling in the desert ran into the Demon King.

A fateful encounter.

………………

A proper maid should always maintain proper etiquette, as she carries not only her own honor and disgrace, but also the dignity of her master.

She always kept this in mind: the Empress does not simply rule her people with thunder; kindness and affection are also indispensable.

The maid has always remembered the Empress's kindness.

It was precisely because of her exceptional performance that she was chosen to guide the young lady. The young lady, despite her young age, already possessed a certain regal air, which filled the maid with immense joy.

"What do you think of me now?" A clear, low male voice suddenly came from behind. The maid, who hadn't reacted for a moment, turned around and looked towards the door.

next moment.

The well-mannered, polite maid, who always put her master's face first, stared at the tall and handsome figure and forgot her manners, her mouth agape in surprise.

Chapter Fifty-Nine Teasing

The sight of a meticulous maid forgetting her manners out of surprise must be truly astonishing.

She hadn't forgotten that she had led a young lady into the room!

The figure standing at the doorway had one hand resting on the brim of his triangular hat adorned with a crimson feather. Beneath the sharp, drooping brim was a handsome, deep, androgynous face that blended resolute solemnity with composure and reliability. It was as if he had been favored by the gods, and his exceptionally strong features made him seem like a perfect knight who had stepped out of a biography!

His silver ponytail, tied with a ribbon, swayed gently, and his dark red cloak and long coat perfectly accentuated his tall and elegant figure.

The garment, embroidered with silver threads, is luxurious yet understated.

His every gesture exuded an air of refined nobility, refined over time. At the banquet, no woman could resist a knight who perfectly accentuated her own noblewomanly beauty. In a time when effeminate men and pretty boys are highly sought after by women, having such a masculine knight at her side made the maid feel as if she had been transported back to a bygone era when knights were revered!

"Miss...!?"

Her tongue was a little tied up, and her fair face quickly turned rosy, the color spreading all the way to her ears.

Don't be too surprised.

Huang Quan, who had deliberately changed her voice, looked at the maid who was showing her shy demeanor and knew in her heart that her change of clothes was very successful. It was worth all the effort she had put in to flatten her chest.

This Victorian-era menswear requires a good foundation to pull off.

Watching the pretty maid, slightly nervous as she approached, her ample bosom rising and falling with her rapid breathing, the white against her striking black and white maid outfit was captivating. Huang Quan, suddenly seized by a playful impulse, deliberately moved extremely close, forcing the maid to back away.

This excessively intimate distance made the poor little maid's heart almost leap out of her chest!

Wall bang!

Taking advantage of his height, he looked down at her, and as she instinctively tried to look away, Huang Quan's hand gently yet firmly gripped the maid's chin, forcing her gaze to meet his intensely aggressive eyes. Like a flame, his gaze shattered the woman's defenses. After a token struggle, the maid, as if sensing something, instinctively closed her eyes, becoming as docile as a lamb stripped clean.

This sight greatly satisfied Huang Quan's vanity, and she decided to make an exception and reward the pretty maid whose serious mask had been torn off.

"It feels like spring has arrived."

He leaned close to her snow-white neck, inhaling her fragrance, and with a scumbag-like expression, Huang Quan lightly stroked his lips, still wanting more.

"Miss! We can't do this!! No, absolutely not!" The panicked maid clutched her neck, weakly rebuking Huang Quan for her impolite behavior. In front of this woman dressed as a man, gender was utterly meaningless. Such flirtatious and teasing tactics were indeed driven by male instinct.

Did I make you hate me?

"..."

"Haha, thank you for your hospitality, I am honored."

Huang Quan got the answer from the maid's shy, fidgeting movements, and laughed happily twice. She reached out and slapped the maid's bottom under her skirt, making her blush again, and gestured for her to continue leading the way.

The maid, who was trying her best to appear serious, walked blushing as she led Huang Quan toward their next destination. At that moment, the maid felt a strange mix of jealousy and disappointment.

Jealousy is jealousy that such a knight is someone else's companion tonight, while she can only watch from behind as the Queen and the knight stroll down the flower-lined avenue.

The disappointment lies in the fact that the knight is female; it's such a waste.

………………

"not bad!"

When Tiana saw the dashing knight approaching her, her eyes lit up instantly as she fiddled with her coffee.

"As expected of my lovely daughter, she looks so beautiful in anything." Such a handsome silver-haired knight would surely perfectly complement his female companion's charm at tonight's banquet. Tiana has always been without a male companion for many reasons, but Huang Quan's appearance perfectly fulfills all of them!

I thought you would be very disappointed.

At this moment, Huang Quan was no longer the flirtatious man he had been when he teased the maid; instead, he exuded an aloof and ascetic aura from the inside out.

"Whether you succeed or not is none of my concern." She stood up gracefully and handed her delicate hand to Huang Quan.

Huang Quan then took his adoptive mother's hand and gently pecked the back of it, completing a proper hand-kissing ceremony. From the bone structure and muscle texture, Huang Quan's hand was remarkably ordinary, like the delicate hand of a noblewoman who had never done any housework.

Clearly, the physical modifications to the [Sword Demon] have reached a very natural and perfect level.

This level of skill was so advanced that Huang Quan couldn't analyze it with his current knowledge. Huang Quan seriously doubted whether his full-force sword strike could even harm those seemingly delicate, boneless hands. His intuition told him that even if Tiana stood still and let him attack, he probably wouldn't even be able to break through her defenses!

"There's still a long time before the banquet starts..."

Holding Huang Quan's hand, Tiana naturally led her beautiful daughter to her side, and they sat down intimately together. Huang Quan's nose and body immediately detected the allure of a mature woman's body: a sweet, slightly fishy scent and smooth, snow-white skin. Huang Quan, who had just teased the maid not long ago, now seemed to be teased by her own mother. She couldn't help but sigh at the cyclical nature of life.

"...Come closer." The Sword Demon's tone wasn't teasing, but rather a simple appreciation of the beautiful doll.

She hugged Huang Quan, pressing her body against him without any hesitation.

Tiana has a peculiar habit, which Huang Quan is aware of.

A cross-dressing fetish.

It's not that she dresses up herself, but rather that she enjoys dressing up other people. There's a catch: these other people must be pleasing to the eye; otherwise, Tiana wouldn't even bother dressing them up. Previously, the three Mytis sisters were tormented by this fetish, and now it's Huang Quan's turn to suffer from it.

[Sword Demon] treats Huang Quan like a giant doll.

“My child, you are the most perfect knight in the world. So many men and women are head over heels for you…” Tiana smiled radiantly, giving Huang Quan's ear a warning nudge. “…Next time, if you dare lay a hand on any of the maids, she will be wiped out from this world forever!”

Chapter Sixty Celestial Beings

The banquet, reported by the Empress, was to entertain guests who had traveled from the heavens.

As the underground emperor and the holder of the throne in the gray zone, any outsider who wants to operate in this land cannot bypass Tiana. Under normal circumstances, the "Empress" would not concern herself with such trivial matters. However, if the outsider's power is sufficient to shake the order of both the legitimate and criminal worlds, then the "Empress" and the "Consul" will intervene.

The banquet was held at a large seaside castle in the suburbs.

This place was once the legacy of foreigners from the last century, the fiefdom of a nobleman with a title. Now, however, it has become a symbol of wealth and status for some upper-class people, and it is the place they choose to entertain guests from the heavens.

[Empress] Tiana.

[Consul], without a name, or rather, his name is Consul.

Amidst scattered applause and melodious music, the glamorous Empress, arm in arm with the knight, nodded frequently to the guests around her. Huang Quan, following beside the Empress, wore a solemn and resolute expression, and his subtle gestures revealed the close relationship between him and Tiana.

There was probably no prior notice.

Many people could hardly hide their surprise when they saw that the Empress had a male companion for the first time.

Surprise, envy, suspicion, longing...

For the first time, Huang Quan realized how easily a person's emotions could be stirred, simply by the action of the woman beside him. Tiana wore a crimson crown and a bright red semi-transparent dress, which perfectly complemented Huang Quan's retro menswear. Her eyes and brows constantly revealed the graceful demeanor of a queen.

"It's been a long time, Your Majesty the Empress."

"It's been a long time since we last met, but you still look as radiant as ever."

The one who greeted [Sword Demon] was [The Archon], a very charismatic middle-aged man with graying temples but remarkably vigorous spirit.