Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1185 - Capítulo 1185: Helpful Little Ladies
Capítulo 1185: Helpful Little Ladies
The doors of the main building, the mansion, flew open once again.
Out of it burst Princess Felicity Valorian – except there was nothing “princess” about her at that moment.
She was wearing a maid’s outfit, sleeves rolled up, apron smeared with flour, and a few suspicious spots of chocolate on her cheek. She clutched a wooden spoon in one hand and what looked like a half-empty mixing bowl in the other.
For a long moment, nobody spoke.
The royal princess of the Vraven Kingdom, fifth child of King Alexios and Queen Morgana, once draped in silks and prestige, stood before them like an overexcited kitchen assistant.
Aurora blinked first. “I… Hope no one forced her into this. That would be quite the problem.”
But the worry melted when they saw Felicity’s face. Her smile was wide and bright, and her eyes seemed to be alight as she waved the spoon in greeting. “You’re back!” she shouted right before running up to them. “Welcome home!”
“Home?” Feng Jiai noted the strange use of the word. “Ah!” The princess seemed shocked by what she just said. “I meant, welcome back to your home!”
Ayame lifted a brow. “We are grateful for the welcome, princess. But pray tell, what exactly is going on here?”
Before anyone else could answer, Rosie puffed up her cheeks and took charge.
“The maids were making a feast for everyone’s return, and since Lady Yoruha ran away from Rosie’s hands again, Rosie went to play with Felicity instead! But then the kitchen smelled so good, and we decided to join in.”
Lucille looked far too amused for her own good. “Joined in?”
Rosie nodded hard, pouting now. “Yes! But there was no uniform small enough for Rosie to wear! Hmph!”
Serika pressed a hand to her mouth, failing to hide a smile of her own.
The fiery redhead was a truly beautiful sight right now, Quinlan noted – even more than usual. She tended to be a rather serious woman with an extremely good head on her shoulders, exactly the kind of person who excelled on the battlefield. It was no wonder she managed to reach such a high position in the world of Zhenwu.
But one might think she was always a serious, boring woman. That was simply not true, best evidenced by how she behaved when it came to interacting with Rosie and Mimi. Here, she showed that she was more than capable of being playful.
“There was no maid uniform small enough for you, Rosie? That’s unacceptable. We’ll have to buy one immediately. I absolutely have to see you in a maid uniform now.”
A chorus of agreement followed, each woman’s eyes turning starry as they imagined how the leafy girl might look in such an outfit.
It would be beyond adorable.
Then Feng leaned forward, grinning. She was clearly about to play the devil’s advocate.
“Hold on. You two were cooking?” she teased. “Rosie, you’re a flying ball of mischief who is willing to do anything for a pampering session. And you, Bratty Princess, weren’t you born with a golden spoon in your mouth? Have either of you even touched a single kitchen utensil before today?”
Both girls froze, looking equally wounded. Then, in perfect unison, they cried out, “Watch your rude mouth, Jiai!!!”
Their lower lips trembled, eyes watering as they huddled together for emotional support.
“There’s a first time for everything! Hmph!!” Rosie argued.
“It’s the effort that matters! Hmph!!” Felicity chimed in.
Everyone was trying not to laugh. Kitsara failed. Many followed soon after.
But the laughter finally broke when the mansion’s actual maids appeared from the doorway. One look at them told the whole story. Their hair was frazzled, their aprons stained, and they were carrying trays that looked like survivors of a kitchen disaster.
Their eyes landed on Felicity’s chocolate-spattered uniform.
Then they looked at Rosie. She was miraculously clean.
Lucille was about to fall over from laughter as the realization hit. “So they didn’t trust you with the chocolate, hmm?”
Aurora sighed in amusement. “No… they clearly gave you something simpler. What did they make you do, Rosie?”
The girl puffed her cheeks again, “Lucille and Aurora Mommy are wrong! They trusted Rosie with something even more important and difficult!”
The little lady’s chest was pushed out right before she proudly declared, “Rosie was on sprinkle duty!”
The entire group laughed at that, the sound of which was loud, full, and real.
After the extreme danger they endured today, shedding blood and barely surviving many close calls, it felt outright blissful to be back home in this warm atmosphere.
Warm. Human. Exactly what they needed.
And in that laughter, between a princess in an apron, a pouting dryad, and a circle of tired warriors, internal peace finally felt within reach.
…
The feast began not long after.
The maids, still looking a little haunted by their earlier ordeal, brought out steaming platters one after another. Meats roasted in spice and herbs, fresh bread, bowls of stew thick enough to stand a spoon in, and pies that filled the air with sweetness. The table filled quickly, and the noise rose with every passing minute.
Black Fang excused herself as soon as they stepped through the portal, however. She looked ready to fall over, her usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion. Even someone like her had limits.
Raika didn’t even make it that far; she’d been knocked unconscious in the battle. She was currently busy enjoying her beauty sleep.
The rest stayed. They ate, drank, and talked over one another. Vex laughed, Serika teasingly reminded Lucille about a mistake she made in the war where the redhead came to the berserker’s rescue, and Aurora kept trying to maintain some order before giving up entirely and joining in.
Even the stoic ones loosened up as wine and warmth sank in.
Rosie had planted herself between Feng and Felicity, the three of them clearly up to some kind of mischief that involved stealing snacks from other plates. Their laughter kept coming in bursts, every bit of it contagious.
Quinlan sat back and watched his girls and allies – after all, Lyra and Kaelira, as well as the tanker elf’s team, were present as well.
For a while, he didn’t speak at all. He simply elected to bask in the warmth of the heartfelt scene before his eyes.
So much had happened today. Too much. His agenda was filled to the brim.
He rubbed his temple, thinking. ‘What should I start with…?’
Then his gaze drifted toward the end of the table. Felicity was whispering something to Feng while Rosie tried (and failed) to hide a stolen pastry under her sleeve.
‘Yeah. Let’s start with the three miscreants.’
Quinlan had something to say to all three of them.
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