The Noble Lady of Lust

Chapter 9 - Elena

*****

Pov: Elena

*****

To me, My lady, she had always been an eccentric person, always doing what she wanted, how she wanted, sometimes things that didnʼt make any sense, everything about her was strange.

I didnʼt understand her, even though I had been working for her for a while, to this day she was a person whose thought process could not be deciphered, especially lately.

For some reason, had her personality changed? Or so I thought.

Although she was always very unpredictable, there were things she did now that I couldnʼt figure out.

My lady was still behaving eccentrically, but in a different way, since she felt sick to her stomach.

Yes, if I think about it, since that day, she had been doing things differently, at least with me.

At first, I thought it was the side effect of her discomfort, of which I was a direct victim.

But I soon realized it was something more. my lady, who had never said a word of apology, apologized to me.

The impact was so great that I inadvertently spilled some of the juice I was drinking on her face.

At that moment, I thought she would punish me or, at worst, hit me as she often did, but she just took it as something insignificant and said we were even.

I didnʼt agree with that idea, but still, that gesture surprised me and confirmed that something had changed in her.

Since then, she had been nicer to me and even gave me a taste of those delicious desserts that I began to enjoy, as if it was something normal.

But when I came to my senses, I remembered that I was just a servant, and that wasnʼt something I was supposed to do, so I tried to be as professional as possible and not let myself be influenced.

ʼBut those sweets... well, if she says so, like , my lady , then it should be okay, right?ʼ 

I thought, telling myself that it was okay as long as she allowed it.

Even though I was trying to do the right thing and act like a good maid, I realized that she didnʼt mind if I looked at her with a displeased or accusatory expression, something definitely disrespectful and taboo among maids.

I didnʼt know what was going on, and when I came to my senses I had already done it, even though I shouldnʼt, but part of it all I felt that in all her actions she was sending me some kind of message that I didnʼt understand.

We continued with the training in which I was forced to participate. At first, I didnʼt understand why a maid would have to train, but after seeing the results, I became interested and began to participate voluntarily.

I felt that if I became strong I could be in control of my life, plus she told me stories about how difficult the world was and that you can never be totally safe unless you are very strong and I thought that was very reasonable.

Before I knew it, despite my attempts to keep my manners, I was already talking to her regardless of my status and I did not hesitate to correct her if she made a mistake.

The first time I did it, it was unintentional, and I thought that was as far as that little stage of her eccentricity would go, I had overstepped the boundary of my position.

But apparently, instead of putting me in my place, she accepted my scolding as normal.

Later, she even gave me a potion that made me awaken the blessing of the Darkness God, although it seemed to be a problem, it is true that it made me stronger and she did not judge me for this, in the end I was very grateful, if not for what she forced me to do a week later.

I was forced to get involved in an escape with the excuse that we were going to look for a legendary object.

The whole trip I was angry, but I still had to save her when she got into a fight for no reason.

I decided that I would no longer hesitate to hit her to calm her down if necessary.

But in the end, the trip was not in vain, as we were actually looking for something and not just wasting time as I thought at first.

We found what she called a ʼlegendary objectʼ. 

But when I saw what it was, I felt like pulling out ʼGeorgeʼ, the club I had lately grown fond of and had named.

However, I restrained myself, as she was still my lady and a noblewoman. But the worst was that she showered me with her vomit.

It was the third time it had happened and I was already beginning to suspect that she was doing it on purpose.

After that, we returned home and nothing out of the ordinary happened, apart from some scolding from the mistress of the house to her.

There was also the master , who instead of scolding her was just crying while hugging her and smearing snot on her, which made me recognize that they really were father and daughter.

Seeing that scene honestly made me feel a little jealous, since all my life I lived in an orphanage where I was always an outcast, because of my hair color.

I only got along well with one of the caregivers, who was the closest thing to a mother figure during my childhood, but she died of old age, which made me very sad.

Oddly enough, not long after, she picked me up, which brought me here to be her personal maid.

Remembering the past while watching that scene filled me with melancholy.

My lady, who for some reason lately was always worrying about me, seemed to realize a little of what I was feeling.

Which made me feel worse, since one of the biggest mistakes a maid can make is to worry her mistress.

I remembered the lessons of the butler and the older maids who felt sorry for me, being her direct servant.

Then she told me that I was her family too, that I shouldnʼt be sad and that I could cry on her shoulder while making an arrogant expression, as if it was a great privilege.

But I made sure not to react to those words and kept my usual professional face, even giving her a look of contempt, which now came out naturally.

Which ended up embarrassing her in the process. However, deep down, her words created many different emotions within me, regardless of whether or not her words were true or not.

...

.

At some point, she managed to convince me to call her ”Phina”, at least in private. She was very tenacious in such matters and would not leave me alone until I accepted it.

So I accepted it, even though it went with my code as her servant, despite that Honestly, I already felt comfortable in her presence.

Despite her antics, which sometimes made me look at her with disdain and even take ”George” out to put a stop to her impulsiveness, I had fun training or eating desserts with her.

Yes, it was fun, still I didnʼt show it, I knew thatʼs what she wanted, so I didnʼt give her the satisfaction and always tried to keep my face as professional as possible, to the point of making it a habit.

She was the type that if you gave her an inch she would take a mile and go with the flow.

She would sometimes, really piss me off, like that time I found her in my room laughing disgustedly while holding up my panties, which I didnʼt know where she got them from.

That made me use ”George” without measuring myself and left her in a very bad way.

But still, she acknowledged that it was her fault, so it didnʼt escalate and she covered for me with her family and the doctor.

Honestly, I no longer understood where the boundaries were between mistress and servant when it came to her and I had to do my best to maintain, the boundaries, I donʼt know if this would ever end.

ʼI have to stick to my Servant role and not be swayedʼ 

There were times when she tried to convince me that we should start training in real fights against beasts and monsters and that I should help her sneak out at night.

I refused, because although we had both gotten stronger, we werenʼt ready for that.

But she continued to insist tirelessly, going so far as to threaten not to give me any more cakes if I didnʼt help her.

I couldnʼt stand her insistence any longer, so I told her that we would only do it if we went through the first metamorphosis, which would be the first step for those who walk the path of power.

...

.

We made it faster than I thought and I had no choice but to accept her request. Thus began the real battles against beasts and monsters.

To be honest, I had to try very hard not to look scared.

Oddly enough she had no problem with that. She said things like ”if you imagine it as a video game, itʼs not that scary” ”the power of autosuggestion”, something I didnʼt understand at the time.

she was fighting those beasts head on, using that strange martial art she had gotten from that legendary object in a dubious way.

I, for my part, faced the beasts with the art of training and combat that I had begun to practice.

A few days after the metamorphosis, she told me that she had a combat art that suited me and, after passing me a memory crystal used to store information, I began to practice it.

It really suited me, so I decided to perfect it until I could master it.

I watched as she, without fear of getting blood on her, hunted the monsters, an image that contrasted with her beautiful appearance and the natural grace she showed when she wasnʼt up to some mischief.

So I didnʼt want to be left behind and, together, we began to see the results of our training, killing any beast or monster that came our way.

When we found one that was too powerful for us, Phina would do some strange poses and whisper something, and then throw an explosive potion that allowed us to escape or kill the beast directly.