Book 12 Chapter 12

Side Story Part 2, Chapter 6

Archmage Lynn was defeated.

With that defeat, she lost all her pride and self-respect as a mage, as well as her very reason for living.

- Pfft, puhahahahahahat!

Freya, the winner of the bet, finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. Until she was breathless and in pain.

- Look at this, maid, maid. Maid Lynn!

Die in an accident on the street. Please let this old hag step in poop on the street.

- Your trembling figure is so~ cute, isn't it?

She couldn't even dream.

That she would wear women's clothes again. That she would put powder on her face and apply rouge.

This was the price of defeat.

Because she had to grant one thing the winner demanded.

And what Freya demanded was a maid's outfit. Kiesa assisted in the prank.

[<(ㅋㅅㅋ)>]

Kiesa often conveyed emotions through ‘emoticons’ via the White Imperial Palace Serwobon.

[Have a drink]

Then, from a certain point, after learning letters from Lynn, she would also string together texts.

- Hey, you crazy drunkard, what kind of alcohol is alcohol for a maid! This fellow dares to insult a sacred maid!

Kiesa, who was hit on the head with Freya's pipe, wrote a message again.

[Maid, cigarette light.]

This time, Freya's eyes also lit up.

- A service where a maid lights your cigarette, that's amazing, isn't it?

As Kiesa and Freya pressed their foreheads and let out gasps of “Keuheuh~”, Lynn's anger reached its peak.

- These kinds of trash as miko of the Republic in the imperial palace, it's truly the end of the world.

- It's truly the end of the world, so what, you rascal.

[(★ㅁ☆)]

- Ah, this is infuriating… this reality that I can't logically refute because it's truly the end of the world.

- And the maid's speech is a bit short? Come on! Master, I will light your cigarette, try it once.

- …

- Won't you do it? Come on, light it quickly.

- Light it, light it, light it. Lynn is Freya's minion, minion.

Lynn, her face flushed red from the teasing of two people and one animal, finally raised her head.

- Yes, Master. I will light it for you. But it's my first time, so I might fail to control the flame.

- Just light it, you punk.

- Yes, then… Fireball.

- Huh? H-huh? Th-th-th-that crazy, that crazy psycho brat! She's actually using an offensive spell!

- Where are you going, Master? You asked me to light your cigarette! But you shouldn't run away!

Nowhere in the world is it recorded…

Our own memories, shining brilliantly amidst the desperate and cruel turmoil and tribulations.

We call that the treasure of life.