I don't want to be a dragon maid!

Anne still hopes to resolve these issues.

Annie still couldn't bring herself to ask that question. She wasn't shameless enough to say anything without a care in the world!

"Miss Shelley, congratulations on entering Shelley Magic Academy. From now on, we are classmates."

Margaret, carrying a wine glass and bottle, walked up to Shelley and offered her congratulations.

"How about we have a couple of drinks to celebrate..."

"Forget about that, I've never drunk alcohol."

Shelley looked at the red liquid rippling in her glass and said with a wry smile.

"Then forget it..."

Before Margaret could finish speaking, Anne suddenly floated to the surface of the water, grabbed Margaret's shoulder, and shouted.

"Margaret, come with me!"

"Hey? Annie, what's up?!"

Margaret looked completely bewildered, and she quickly said...

"I want to pick a flower, do you want one?"

Anne looked at Margaret, blinking her eyes frantically, trying to signal her.

"Oh? Oh, oh, oh! I really do want to pick some flowers. Miss Shelley, please excuse me for a moment..."

With Shelley looking puzzled, Anne and Margaret wrapped themselves back in their towels and hurriedly went to the dressing room.

"Annie, look, we really are childhood friends! I knew you were up to something the moment you gave me that look. So, what do you want?"

Margaret leaned against the wooden wall and said calmly.

"Margaret, I want you to help me get Miss Shelley drunk!"

Anne said in a very serious tone.

"Get her drunk? No, Annie, what do you want to do?"

Margaret looked at Anne with a horrified expression.

"What are you thinking? I just wanted to get a few words out of Miss Shelley. I was too embarrassed to ask her directly, so I had to resort to this method."

Anne sighed softly and said with a helpless expression.

"A few questions, are they for your bedridden aunt or for that girl Alice?"

Margaret asked in a low voice.

"Yes, you have to help me with this!"

Anne looked at Margaret and said loudly.

"I understand, I'll help with this small favor!"

Margaret puffed out her chest and said with a proud look on her face.

"Besides, this kind of thing is a piece of cake for me, a piece of cake indeed. You know, I am known as the Queen of Wine in Luonan!"

"Then it's up to you now!"

After Margaret and Anne reached an agreement, the white-haired, red-eyed knight seemed to have caught Anne's charm, wearing a friendly smile on his face.

"Come on, Miss Shelley, let's have a drink together, as a way of celebrating our enrollment!"

"Sigh, but I really can't drink..."

"If we don't drink while taking a bath, when will we ever drink? Today is a happy day!"

"Okay..."

Under Margaret's warm hospitality, Shelley, though reluctant, had no choice but to take the wine glass and begin to sip the wine.

At this point, Shelley was unaware that she was being led step by step into a trap set by Anne and Margaret...

An hour later.

Noah hummed a little tune as she walked into the women's waiting area. Along the way, she fully awakened her potential as a shopaholic, frantically buying things and using up all her discount coupons.

"Lord Shelley, are you done washing?"

Noah looked around, her eyes filled with anticipation, hoping to see Lady Shelley dressed in a different way.

This feeling is just as exciting as drawing cards in a mobile game!

"Noah, you've finally come..."

Before Noah could react, she first smelled a strong odor of alcohol, and then saw a swaying figure stumble into her arms.

"Oh, Lord Shelley?"

Noah immediately hugged the figure and said with a puzzled look on her face.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Drunken Shelley, The Strange Shelley

"Noah...hehe..."

Nestled in Noah's arms was Shelley, dressed in a yukata. Gone was her previous indifference and arrogance; now she wore a silly, innocent smile, rubbing her little face against Noah's chest.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Noah seemed to see a series of beating red hearts in Shelley's head.

"Lord Shelley, what's going on?"

Noah raised her hands and said in astonishment.

"Noah, why are you so slow? Do you even deserve to be called my maid?"

Shelley held Noah in her arms, looked up at him, her face flushed and her expression full of resentment.

"Lord Shelley, I went out to do some shopping today, so I'm back late."

Faced with Shelley's reaction, Noah was somewhat at a loss and could only honestly explain.

"I won't listen!"

Shelley covered her ears, puffed out her cheeks, and said loudly.

"If you don't come back on time, you're a bad maid!"

"Bad maid?"

Noah was puzzled, and she gave an awkward smile.

"This Lord Shelley..."

"I'm going to punish you for being such a bad maid! Bow down!"

Shelley glared at Noah and said angrily.

"Oh, Shelley, don't pull my clothes! I'll bend over! I'll bend over! I'll bend over, okay?!"

Noah had no choice but to obediently bend down.

Shelley, her eyes alluring, wrapped her arms around Noah's neck and drew closer.

As Noah watched Shelley draw closer, her full, rosy lips and beautiful, jewel-like pale blue eyes gradually became clearer in his eyes.

This... could this be a kiss?

Noah swallowed hard, then instinctively placed her hands on Shelley's shoulders and hurriedly said...

"Lord Shelley, this... isn't this inappropriate?"

Is there anything wrong with it?

Shelley tilted her head, looking at Noah with a mischievous expression on her face.

"Noah, didn't you want this a long time ago? Now I'm giving it to you and you don't want it anymore."

"But, Lady Shelley, with so many people watching... isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Noah looked around and said with a helpless expression.

The place where they were standing was the waiting area of ​​the women's bathroom, where guests came to bathe one after another.

Noah and Shelley haven't even done anything yet, and they've already attracted a lot of curious and surprised looks.

If they kiss, it's basically like a public execution!

Noah's skin was as thick as a city wall, but even the thickest city wall would be reduced to rubble when faced with such a barrage of gazes.

"Oh?"

Shelley smoothed her pale blonde hair and gave a defiant smile.

Noah, are you scared?

"Scared? How could I be scared? I'm just..."

Noah quickly rejected it, she stammered.

What's going on? Why is Lord Shelley so powerful when he's drunk?!

Damn it, this Shelley... this Shelley... I'm actually a little excited!

What should I do? Should I refuse? That seems a bit of a shame… Should I face the challenge head-on? My fighting strength seems inferior to Lord Shelley's! Ah! What should I do?

While Noah was still internally struggling with his thoughts, Shelley looked at Noah with a mischievous smile on her face.

"I really can't do anything with you, you naughty kid. Well then, I'll give you a chance."

"Opportunity, Lord Shelley, what kind of opportunity are you talking about?"

Noah asked instinctively.

"This is it..."

Shelley threw herself into Noah's arms again, a happy smile on her face, like a child who had found her teddy bear. She looked up, her pale blue eyes seemingly devoid of luster, and whispered.

"Kneel down and lick my toes, call me Your Majesty, and I won't punish you!"

"Sigh, this..."

Noah's brain short-circuited. Who was this queen with the aura of a mature woman in front of him?