I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

About half a day passed after we boarded the carriage driven by Dittmeyer and headed to the Imperial Capital. 

“We have arrived, Young Master Ethan. Miss Lilith.”

True to the skills of a capable butler, the Blackwood family carriage carrying Ethan and me arrived at the Imperial Palace Annex much earlier than the scheduled time.

Murmuring sounds were felt from outside the carriage. 

I slightly lifted the curtain to peek outside, and young ladies wearing dresses meant to impress men came into view.

“Hmm, I don’t see him here yet.”     

“Who? That Hero guy?”  [Only on Galaxy Translations! / Axiomatic]

“No. Prince Machart. Though Hero Gyeongmwajogyegigwat not attending would be problematic too, the most important thing is whether that Prince Machart attends or not.”

If, by any chance, my plan had been leaked midway, things would become quite troublesome from that point on. Of course, I didn’t think it would have leaked since everyone involved had tight lips, but still.

 “He’ll probably be inside when we enter. Or he might come in a bit late like last time.”

 “…I suppose so. Knowing that prince, he’s more likely to arrive late.”

While agreeing with Ethan’s words, my heart still wouldn’t calm down. After all, I was currently attending this meeting to have a decisive battle with Machart, risking my own life.

The black and red dress I was wearing kept making me anxious as I imagined whose blood it might be stained with shortly. In any case, my plan was only to lure Machart in, and I could only be certain about taking him down once we entered combat.

 ‘I don’t see that salvation-obsessed bastard or Seriste either. Agnes will probably come with the Hero….’

 …Well, we did arrive earlier than expected, too. For now, we should go in and secure a spot so we can easily observe when Machart or the others come in.     

With that thought, I stopped peeking at the outside scenery through the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, receiving Dittmeyer’s greeting.

 “Have an enjoyable time, Young Master Ethan. Miss Lilith.”   

 “Alright.”

 “Yes, Mr. Dittmeyer.”

 “Then, I shall come to pick you up tomorrow morning.”

As I entered the entrance of the Annex Banquet Hall with Ethan, leaving the departing Blackwood carriage behind, I immediately felt the gazes of various nobles focusing on Ethan beside me.

As expected, the young master of the Blackwood family had an extraordinary talent for drawing the attention of young ladies.

“Oh, who is that?”

“…Could it be the young master of the Blackwood family?”     

The young ladies who had been lingering in front of the Banquet Hall entrance, seemingly waiting for someone, started buzzing at Ethan’s appearance. They were probably surprised to see a diligent person like Ethan participating in this somewhat ill-reputed social gathering. 

Though the young ladies were likely waiting for Machart rather than Ethan, to be honest, Ethan wasn’t someone to be overlooked either.   

 …Actually, no. If we’re just talking about looks, Ethan was more handsome than Machart. And if you add personality and sword skills on top of that, yeah, there’s no comparison. [Only on Galaxy Translations! / Axiomatic]

In that sense, perhaps some young ladies had already decided to target Ethan instead of the highly competitive Machart upon seeing him. Of course, Ethan wasn’t in a position to accept the feelings of other young ladies right now, and even if such a thing were to happen, I would fend them all off, anyway.

“The person next to him is…”     

“It’s Miss Rosewood, right…? The fiancée of Young Master Blackwood…”

“Why would an engaged couple participate in this exchange meeting?”

 “Surely, they’re not thinking of ‘partner swapping’ because they’ve grown tired of each other…?”

They were muttering blatantly disrespectful words among themselves, but I wasn’t stupid enough to approach and stop them. From the moment we showed our faces at an event like this, I was fully prepared to hear such talk.

I was more worried about Ethan than myself. It would be really troublesome if he got excited or flustered by such vulgar conversations.

Fortunately, perhaps thanks to our conversation in the carriage, Ethan didn’t seem to pay much attention to what others were saying and moved into the Banquet Hall with me.

‘For now, the male to female ratio visible from the entrance is roughly 4 to 6 with more women, so it seems certain that Machart will attend this exchange meeting….’  

Even though this was a game world setting, generally speaking, the sex with higher sexual desire was naturally men, not women.

So, it was common for more men to participate in exchange meetings with such indecent purposes, but this could change significantly depending on whether Machart attended the noble exchange meeting or not.

For noble young ladies who enjoyed this kind of ‘one-night fling’, a night with Machart was like a dream opportunity.

Not only was he handsome, but he also had a tendency to seduce women regardless of their status as long as they met a certain standard, and despite being far down in the line of succession, he was still fundamentally a member of the Royal Family, which made him monopolize the popularity of many women.

It’s not like men disliked noble exchange meetings that Machart attended, either. Let’s say roughly 100 women attend such an exchange meeting hoping to somehow sleep with Machart; even someone like him couldn’t possibly bed that many women in one night.     

Rather, there were quite a few young noblemen who took advantage of the reversed gender ratio to seduce innocent or simply loose noble young ladies who had come looking for Machart.

 ‘…Well, I hear that even in the actual Middle Ages, there were cases much more indecent than this.’

At least there’s no incest in this world setting. That’s fortunate. It’s also fortunate that all the women who would become heroines were virgins except for one.

 …Come to think of it, the more I think about it, the more pissed off I get. How many noble virgins did that bastard Machart deflower even though he isn’t the protagonist? That bastard really increased the ratio of non-virgins in this damn game….

With such thoughts, as I entered the hall where the noble exchange meeting was being held, the scene there was also quite a sight to behold.

About half of the men and women who had arrived early were already paired up and walking around, and about half of those were already busy sucking and licking each other’s faces off.

Smooch.

Slurp, slurp.     

While there were some ‘relatively’ decent couples who only shared kisses quietly, avoiding others’ gazes, there were also couples who blatantly engaged in intense lip-locking, not caring about others’ stares at all.

“Mmph, ahhnn…”

There were even some bastards who had already started their private time in the corner of the hall. Seeing the true nature of these noble youths who were supposed to lead the future of the empire, I felt like crying tears of joy.

‘No wonder the Academy is going through a generational change when most of them are like this.’     

Setting aside my appreciation of these couples who would likely walk the path of fallen nobility in a generation or two, I first secured a spot at a suitable standing table with Ethan.

For reference, a small round table was meant for two people, while a slightly larger round table was for more than that. Naturally, an increase in the number of people meant that the one-night flings would become even more indecent.

I had no intention of getting involved with other nobles after attending such an event in the first place, and considering the plan to take down Machart, it would actually be a hindrance. So, of course, Ethan and I stood facing each other at a small round table. At that action, several male bastards who had been staring intently at me, especially around my chest area, openly showed disappointed expressions.

 …I’m going to gouge out all those bastards’ eyeballs, fucking hell.     

The dress was already revealing more of my chest due to the rushed alterations because of my slightly larger breasts compared to last time. It was unavoidable since we had to cover the increased volume with the same area of fabric.

“……”

Squeeze.

Ethan seemed to have noticed the gazes that had been directed at me, and some that were still lingering, as he quietly gripped my hand tightly. He also seemed to be realizing what kind of den he had entered by observing the atmosphere emanating from within.     

While I was looking around the hall to check if the comrades who would carry out the plan other than Machart had properly attended, a brown-haired young lady who had taken a seat alone at the obviously largest round table caught my eye.     

Evelyn or Cybele, I think it was something like that, but I couldn’t remember exactly what it was.

The main reason was that I didn’t want to memorize the names of such trashy supporting characters when it was already hard enough to remember the names of the heroines and main characters.

 ‘Still, she’s kind of like Machart’s notification bell. Since she’s attending, it looks like Machart will probably attend too.’

For reference, that large round table could seat about 10 to 12 people, and it was also used as Machart’s exclusive seat whenever such indecent noble exchange meetings were held. [Only on Galaxy Translations! / Axiomatic]

Also, the fact that she could confidently take a seat at such a table first meant that this ‘Loose Woman Evelyn’ or whatever her name was had enough backing to do so, which was why she held the position of Machart’s fiancée at Luminor Academy.          

The daughter of Duke Pinkheart. The culprit who turned Machart into a demon and a subordinate of the Succubus Queen.

She was one of the few people who knew Machart’s secret and acted as a liaison connecting him to the demon race, so Machart couldn’t treat Young Lady Pinkheart carelessly. Not to mention, the women who spent the night with Machart already considered it natural for her to be included in the bedding, so she could be so confident.

By the way, it was also this woman who caused Machart to seduce women indiscriminately. Succubi were capable of extracting life force not only from men but also from women sufficiently. In other words, they are what’s called bisexuals.

If I only explain it like this, you might think that she only has relationships with Machart when it comes to men, but there was a reason why the title ‘Loose Woman’ was blatantly attached to her epithet.

Just then, I quietly observed a young nobleman approaching that slutty woman and eavesdropped on their conversation.

“Lady Pinkheart, do you happen to have time now?”     

“…I wonder? My darling will be here soon, so I can’t do anything too long.”

“Then with your mouth…. Ah, no, even with your hand would be fine.”

“Oh?”     

“…Please.”  

“Well then, I’ll do it with my mouth, so come to the women’s restroom on the 3rd floor in five minutes. You can bring a friend if you have one, up to one more person. I think I’ll have that much time.”

“…Thank you, my lady.”

Just overhearing their conversation made me feel nauseous as a former unicorn, along with the sensation that my stomach was really turning upside down.    

It’s truly fortunate that she’s a demon. If by any chance she had been a heroine of Luminor Academy…. 

Ugh, bleh.