I don't want to be a dragon maid!

"Anyway, let's finish making breakfast first, then wash all the master's clothes, and make lunch in advance too..."

Noah walked forward, pondering his next plan.

As she walked, she suddenly stopped, a puzzled expression on her face.

"No, was I really such a perfect maid?"

Noah was silent for a moment, then she gently punched the wall.

"Why did I become the perfect maid? Why did things turn out like this?"

Noah is going crazy right now. She feels like she's not herself, and even suspects that something strange might be etched into her DNA.

Noah frowned, pondering why she had become like this. She thought of the goddess, and then of the words she had said to the goddess when she was still Ye Yun.

"I've decided, I want to choose a maid!"

"Ideally, she should be beautiful, have big breasts, and be considerate—the kind of woman you'd want to marry. A goddess, you know what I mean?"

"I have another request: this maid should ideally be broad-minded and not jealous."

Noah nearly spat out a mouthful of blood; he finally understood what it meant to reap what you sow.

Why does the goddess remember these settings so well?

Noah touched her chest, gasping for breath, cold sweat breaking out on her back.

No, she had to turn back into a man immediately. This almost instinctive maid-like nature of hers was terrifying.

Noah even began to doubt that he was no longer himself!

After Noah had been going crazy for a while, she slowly dragged herself back to the kitchen.

What's the use of thinking too much? Noah couldn't resist his instincts; he still had to make breakfast.

However, as Noah became more familiar with this body, she gradually became able to use various types of magic.

No one taught me; I just learned it suddenly while doing the work.

For example, Noah is now skilled enough to use both Iron Freeze and Fireball spells simultaneously to fry an egg.

An egg fried like this is perfect in color, aroma, and taste; it's a truly perfect fried egg.

Just as Noah was placing the eggs on the table, the door to the room suddenly opened, and Shelley walked out, shouting loudly.

"Noah, what exactly is going on?"

Chapter Five: The Maid's Perfect Morning!

Noah looked at Shelley, who blinked and said with a slightly innocent expression.

"Master, is there a problem?"

Why are my clothes like this?

Shelley's beautiful face turned as red as an apple. She pointed to her clothes, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

"Oh... Master's clothes were tattered, so I did some minor repairs on Master's old clothes."

Noah looked at Shelley, who had a very pleased expression on her face, and said with a smile.

"You call this a minor repair?"

Shelley stared in disbelief, her face trembling slightly, growing increasingly red.

Noah chuckled; she had indeed only done a minor repair.

She simply used repair magic to turn her tattered clothes into new ones, then added light blue fabric to make a ruffled skirt, added a collar and a corsage at the chest, and finally made a belt from black fabric.

Finally, I made one last, careful revision to ensure that the dress no longer looked monotonous, but rather possessed a layered and distinctive beauty.

In short, Shelley now looks cute with a hint of nobility. If her skin were a little fairer, she would be no different from the noblewoman in the oil painting.

"Lady Shelley, don't you like this dress?"

Noah blinked, tilted her head, and asked.

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking... I just want to ask you why..."

Shelley trembled slightly as she looked at Noah and whispered.

"If you don't like it, you can take the skirt off and I can alter it back..."

Noah answered with utmost respect.

"Um, well... if we change it back... then we don't need to..."

Shelley lowered her head, tugged at her skirt, and said hesitantly.

"Okay, whatever you like."

Noah nodded gently. After receiving the other party's approval, she felt a surge of joy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a slight smile.

This is the feeling of being needed, the best reward a maid can give herself.

Even though Noah tried his best to suppress this feeling, the joy still kept welling up.

Is it true that I... can't turn back?

Noah thought with a mixture of joy and sorrow.

"In any case, Lord Shelley, breakfast is ready. Please enjoy."

Noah placed her hands on the hem of her skirt, leaned forward slightly, and spoke softly.

Only then did Shelley notice the steaming food on the table.

French toast with its aroma of caramel and milk, perfectly fried eggs with perfectly cooked yolks and no burnt edges, and a tempting vegetable salad with vegetables and meat...

"I didn't know what Lady Shelley liked to eat, so I just made some whatever..."

Noah noticed Shelley's blank stare, smiled, and said...

"How did you get all these vegetables and this dress?"

Shelley's body trembled slightly; she felt as if she were in a dream.

"Don't worry, Lord Shelley, these dishes didn't cost a penny; Noah made them all himself."

Noah touched her chest, raised an index finger to her lips, and whispered.

"As for the ingredients and methods, that's the maid's secret."

"Okay, then I'll ask you a different question. Why are you so nice to me? We've only known each other for less than a day."

Shelley looked at Noah with a very complicated expression.

"This? It's also a maid's secret..."

Noah's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of bitterness and helplessness crept into it.

What could Noah do? She was desperate too. She couldn't very well say that she was trapped by the maid attributes she had set for herself, could she?

His heart said no, but his body was very honest, enjoying the maid's process! Noah now felt like he was about to burst into tears.

"Forget it, even if I ask you, you probably won't tell me."

Shelley looked at Noah's struggling face, sighed softly, and gave up asking further questions.

She carefully picked up a piece of French toast, stared at it for a while, then closed her eyes and took a small bite.

"So delicious..."

The moment she took a bite, Shelley said instinctively.

She chewed the bread, and the milky aroma buried deep within it burst open like popping boba, overflowing her entire mouth along her tongue.

After being stunned by the deliciousness, Shelley abandoned her last bit of restraint and began to eat it heartily.

Noah watched Shelley wolf down her food, and swallowed back the words of advice that were about to come out of his mouth.

Actually, she had prepared a knife and fork and placed them in front of Lady Shelley; she could have cut the food herself...

But seeing Shelley enjoying the meal so much, Noah didn't mind. As long as her master was satisfied, she had fulfilled her duty as a maid...

Next time, let's prepare rice with hands for Shelley. Shelley looks so unwell; this kind of food therapy should be quite effective.

With this thought in mind, Shelley slowly rose, intending to leave the dining table.

"Um... cough cough, Noah, where are you going?"

Shelley noticed that Noah was about to leave, and she quickly asked him what was going on.

"Oh, while Lady Shelley is eating, I'd like to take this opportunity to wash Lady Shelley's underwear."

Noah touched her lips with her finger, a mysterious smile on her face.

"I thought Lady Shelley liked cute pink, but it turns out she prefers sexy black, and her figure, though seemingly unremarkable, is surprisingly..."

"Wait! When did I ask you to wash my underwear?"

Shelley slammed her hand on the table, her face filled with panic, and she transformed into a steampunk princess once more.

"Isn't this what a maid should do?"

Noah raised her head and said with a righteous expression.

"I can wash my own underwear! Don't interfere!"

Shelley blushed and spoke loudly.

"Besides, you have more important things to do right now than washing underwear!"

"Huh? What is it?"

Noah was slightly taken aback, and she asked instinctively.

"Eat breakfast!"

Shelley pointed to the dining table, her eyes glancing elsewhere, and said softly.

"Don't maids need to eat breakfast?"

"But maids aren't allowed to eat at the same table as their masters..."

Noah frowned slightly and said hesitantly.