PAID

Leon slowly opened his eyes to find himself standing in the familiar corridors of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

Or rather, they were mostly familiar. Subtle differences in the layout and decorations reminded him that this was not the Sanctuary as he remembered it, but rather a version shaped by

Rosvisser’s memory.

The corridor—or perhaps the veranda—was bustling with activity. Groups of maids were hurrying back and forth, each with an intensely focused expression on her face.

Leon leaned against the wall, silently watching the maids pass by. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask what time period this memory represented. After all, Aurora hadn’t specified which of

Rosvisser’s memories they’d be entering.

If it turned out to be that infamous moment when the "Valiant Black-Armored Commander of the Human Imperial Army" attacked the Sanctuary, Leon would need to think about how quickly he

could get out of this scene.

But just as he raised his hand to speak, his words caught in his throat. He glanced at his wrist—and froze. A white lace cuff adorned his wrist.

Leon stiffened, a bad feeling creeping over him. Lowering his gaze, he realized with growing horror that he was…

Wearing a maid’s outfit.

“What the—!”

Panicking, Leon quickly conducted a full-body check. Thankfully, his most vital part—little Leon—was still intact. Letting out a relieved sigh, he muttered to himself,

“It’s just a maid costume… no different from the roleplay outfits Rosvisser likes.”

Still, why on earth was he wearing a maid’s uniform?

Meanwhile, in the real world, Muse pointed excitedly at the crystal projection.

“Daddy’s new outfit is so shiny and pretty!”

Noa, however, turned her gaze to Aurora.@@novelbin@@

“Aurora, why is Dad wearing a maid’s uniform?”

Aurora scratched her head and smiled wryly.

“When you enter someone’s memory, the magic automatically assigns you a role suitable for the scene. Since all the people in this hallway are maids, and this memory probably involves the