"I...can I?" Tasia asked in disbelief as she sat down next to Linda, a privilege rarely afforded to even the main members of the original adventure team.

"Of course. The maids of the Phoenix Flower are practically my team members, so you don't need to be so reserved. Please sit down."

"Your subordinate obeys."

Tasia lifted her thick skirt and smoothed her bottom with both hands, revealing its contours, before carefully sitting down next to Linda.

The journey back to the villa wasn't far; Linda arrived in no time.

But Tasia tensed up nervously, afraid that she might accidentally touch Linda.

Professional maids are not allowed to touch their master's body without permission; this is the most important rule in the "Maid Code"!

In aristocratic circles, it was common for young masters' first experiences to occur with maids, a practice deeply abhorred by noblewomen. Maids who attempted to use their bodies to influence their sons or rise in rank through despicable means were severely punished!

Although Linda was no longer the 'little master', Tasia still kept this rule in mind and did not want to be seen by Linda as the kind of maid with ulterior motives.

The journey was agonizingly slow; every bump and turn in the carriage was a tremendous test for Tasia.

She concentrated her fighting spirit on her buttocks, sticking to the cushion to firmly secure her position and prevent herself from suddenly collapsing onto Linda and becoming a despicable maid who uses a large bear to seduce Linda.

The journey of just over ten minutes turned out to be more tiring than fighting monsters.

Tasia's body beneath her maid's skirt was covered in fragrant sweat, and the cushion beneath it was soaked, forming the shape of a peach.

When the carriage stopped, Linda looked at Tasia's cushion strangely and said, "You're sweating a lot. Are you not feeling well?"

"Master, I sweat a lot, please don't mind it." Tasia tried her best to keep her expression cool.

"Stop dawdling! I don't care who you are, just give me the bill!" The driver was a grumpy old man with a large, hairy black mole on the corner of his mouth. He impatiently reached out for his money.

"You old bastard, watch your attitude when you talk to your master!"

Tasia's eyes turned cold, and a black briefcase appeared out of thin air, instantly assembling into a thick, black magic cannon.

The honeycomb cannon barrel was pressed against the old driver's face, distorting his features.

The old man was so frightened he almost had a stroke. He stammered, "Warning you, if you dare to renege on your debt, I guarantee I'll report you to the law enforcement department. Even if you're the leader of an Iron-level adventure team, you'll have to pay me."

"We have no intention of defaulting on our debt."

Linda frowned and said to Tasia, "Don't resort to violence in the city."

"Yes, Master." Tasia released the magic cannon, and with a flash of light, the weapon returned to her spatial ring.

"Old bastard, be glad you survived."

Tasia sneered and wiped her hands with a handkerchief, as if even through her gloves, the old man's ugliness had stained her hands.

Don't be fooled by Tasia's well-behaved maid attitude towards Linda; she treats everyone else like trash or scoundrels, displaying a vicious face that could give anyone high blood pressure.

To compensate the frightened old man, Linda offered to pay a gold coin, which was dozens of times more than the original fare.

The old man beamed with joy, completely forgetting about his plan to file a complaint with the law enforcement department.

"As expected, it's an insect that's as vulgar as can be." Tasia's contempt became even more obvious.

Linda found the silver-haired maid's condescending attitude quite amusing. In the game, when he first took Tasia as his personal maid, Tasia would look at him with similar disdain, calling him a "coward who doesn't dare to kill," and after her assassination attempt failed, Tasia was determined to die.

However, after being utterly defeated by himself ninety-nine times, Tasi was completely convinced and never dared to call himself a nobody again.

Linda felt conflicted, thinking that Tasia was also very charming before she was tamed, and that she would no longer be able to punish the female demon maid.

“Master?” Tasia looked at him in confusion. “Was there anything wrong with my words and actions? If it was your order, Master, I could treat that old man as an honored guest.”

“No, no need. I just think you should revert to the person I first met during the monster tide. That version of you had more poise, and I like maids like that,” Linda said earnestly.

Tasia paused for a moment.

What's the meaning?

Does the master enjoy being called a nobody by her?

Tasia's face was stern, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her gaze was as cold as frost: "Your subordinate understands, Master of the Minions."

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(P.S.: It's almost the end of the month, so I'm collecting any unwanted monthly passes!)