I don't want to be a dragon maid!

Shelley looked completely bewildered.

At that moment, another iron hammer fell from under Noah's skirt. She picked it up and said slowly.

"As I just said, it makes perfect sense for me, a maid who does handicrafts, to have a hammer by my side!"

"What nonsense! Maids don't have weird tools! Nor do they have weird skills!"

Shelley couldn't help but complain.

"You're not hiding something under your skirt, are you?"

"Hey, Lord Shelley saw right through me!"

Noah gently tapped his forehead, making a cute face.

As soon as he finished speaking, various tools fell to the ground from under Noah's skirt.

Nails, wood, glue, scissors...

The wide variety of tools displayed before Shelley was truly an eye-opener for her.

"No, Noah, what's going on under your skirt? How can you hide so many things like that..."

Shelley looked at the tools scattered all over the floor, and felt that the maid in front of her was beyond her comprehension...

Although Noah has never seemed to be within my comprehension.

"This question... it's a secret, a secret of being a maid?"

Noah put his index finger to his lips and gave Shelley a fox-like smile.

"Besides, isn't it common sense that maids can pull out a lot of things from under their skirts?"

"I feel like your common sense is a little different from mine... How cold!"

Shelley didn't have time to complain this time; she hugged herself tightly, as the gale seemed even stronger than before.

Chapter 49 If it's not your food, I can't eat it.

"Lord Shelley, please wait a little longer, the house will be finished soon!"

Noah rolled up her sleeves, picked up her tools, and said with a smile.

"Noah said he's going to build a house, how long will that take... Aaaaaah!"

Just as Shelley was speaking, rows of polished wooden stakes appeared around her.

The wooden planks were then assembled like building blocks, and in just a few minutes, a small wooden house appeared before Shelley, complete with a wooden table, chairs, and bed...

Shelley was dumbfounded.

It all feels like a dream, or at least it's not this absurd.

"Lord Shelley, the house is finished. I've cast a protective barrier around it. It shouldn't be cold anymore, right?"

Noah walked in slowly, hammer in hand, and spoke gently.

"Noah, how did you do that?"

Shelley touched the wooden wall beside her and felt that it was very sturdy, not like a hastily made, crude product.

"Lady Shelley is here again. Isn't it only natural for a maid to know how to build houses?"

Noah said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"After all, a tailor who can't cook can't be a skilled maid!"

"Where do I even begin to criticize this line..."

Shelley's face was filled with shock and speechlessness.

Noah always manages to redefine Shelley's understanding of maids...

Noah saw Shelley's bewildered expression, smiled, then put the hammer under her skirt. When she took her hand out, the hammer had disappeared.

"Noah, what's under your skirt? How come tools disappear when they're inside?"

Shelley looked at the slender, beautiful legs clad in white stockings beneath her skirt, and asked with a mixture of envy and curiosity.

"Is this some kind of magic? Can I take a look?"

"What's wrong, Lady Shelley? Are you that interested in what's under my skirt?"

Noah lifted her skirt slightly and said with a shy expression.

"Although I'm shy, I'll fulfill any request made by Lady Shelley, okay? You can only see a little bit, okay? I'll lift it up..."

"roll!"

Shelley blushed, covered her eyes, and shouted angrily.

"We're all girls, what's there to be shy about..."

Noah revealed a mischievous smile, slightly lifting her skirt as if she wanted to lift it but didn't.

"I'm not looking! I have absolutely no interest in what's under your skirt!"

Shelley covered her eyes and said loudly.

"Oh, Lord Shelley, if you're not interested, then forget it."

Noah put down the skirt he was holding and said with a regretful expression.

"I also want to show Lord Shelley my precious treasure..."

"Ugh?"

Shelley then realized that she had been tricked by Noah. This perverted maid was just waiting for her to say that so she could get away with it.

But even if they knew, there was nothing they could do, since they couldn't take back what they had just said.

Shelley puffed out her cheeks and glared angrily at Noah, giving the cunning maid a look of utter contempt.

Noah also noticed Shelley's gaze. She closed her eyes, smiled slightly, and spoke softly in a gentle voice.

"I know what Lady Shelley is curious about? Neither I nor Lady Shelley were prepared, were we? After all, even I would feel shy lifting my skirt in front of someone I care about."

"You, a maid, can be shy?"

Shelley immediately understood what Noah meant. She looked down and fiddled with her fingers, muttering to herself.

"Of course, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually a quiet and shy girl."

Noah touched her chest and said earnestly.

"Where is that quiet and shy little girl? I can't see her at all?"

Shelley looked around and asked.

"Lord Shelley, I do have a quiet side too..."

Noah looked at Noah, who pouted and said with a hint of grievance.

"Never mind, Lord Shelley, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Shelley noticed that her stomach was growling so hard that it was making strange noises.

Since she started practicing magic, she has been prone to feeling hungry, especially after wearing the bracelet, her appetite has doubled.

"I've already prepared lunch. I remember putting it in my bundle. I found it..."

Noah took a wooden box out of his bundle and then slowly opened the lid.

Shelley went up to take a look and saw that there were four identical wraps inside.

It consists of a pale yellow dough wrapper filled with various vegetables and fish, topped with a mysterious brown sauce, and smells incredibly delicious.

Although placed in a wooden box, the food still looked steaming hot, as if it had just come out of the oven.

Shelley swallowed hard; her stomach rumbled with hunger, and she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

"Try it, Lord Shelley. This is a Mexican taco I made. It's very nutritious and perfect for you after your training."

"Mexico? Never heard of that name? Is it Noah's birthplace?"

Shelley asked curiously.

"No, it's actually the name of a country on a distant continent, and this taco is a specialty dish of that country..."

Noah mumbled incoherently as he magically produced a kettle and a cup from his bundle, then slowly poured out a steaming cup of milk.

The little house was instantly filled with the aroma of milk.

"Hot milk is the best drink on a rainy day, here you go, Lord Shelley!"

"it is good."

Shelley took the milk in one hand and the tortilla in the other, looking at the tortilla in her hand with some hesitation.

"What's wrong, Lord Shelley? Don't you like tortillas?"

Noah asked curiously.

"No, I was just thinking that I might already be a useless person."

Shelley gave a wry smile and spoke slowly.

"Eating all this delicious food every day, I can't even eat the bread and noodles I used to eat anymore. I don't have much money, but my palate has become so spoiled. If Noah leaves me, I'm afraid I'll starve to death..."

"I thought it was something serious. Don't worry, I'll cook a different meal for Lady Shelley every day from now on."

Noah said gently.

"Even if I leave Shelley in the future, it will be because Shelley becomes a magic master and dislikes me, a little maid, so she kicks me out."

"I would never do that! I said I would protect you, and I will protect you. It is a master's duty."

Shelley looked up and spoke loudly.

"How reliable you are, Lord Shelley."

Noah paused for a moment, then smiled and said.

"Besides... I can't eat anything if it's not food you cooked..."

Shelley suddenly blushed, lowered her head again, and said in a very soft voice.