I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

Chapter 151

{Hurry! Go and make a contract with it quickly! Lilith, you have plenty of mana, so you can easily contract with a mid-level spirit!!}

“...”

{My following you to the academy was fate; it was meant for me to meet that child! So hurry up and go charm her, Lilith!}

As soon as we encountered a sylphid in Professor Erin’s secret garden, Sally began shouting excitedly.

Seeing her attitude change so suddenly, I felt an incredible sense of exasperation towards her.

{If you contract with her, you’ll be able to see her whenever you’re with Lilith! Hurry up and make the contract! Hurry...}

“Are you crazy?”

{...Huh?}

“Why are you suddenly injecting your selfish desires into my spirit contracting? There’s a limit to how absurd you can be.”

{W-what’s wrong with that?! It’s only natural that wind and fire have good compatibility! That child will definitely boost my power, too! It’s not a bad deal for you either, Lilith!}

Even after I bluntly called her absurd to her face, Sally acted as if she didn’t understand what she’d done wrong. @@@@

Until now, I thought she was just a bit noisy but still somewhat useful. Thanks to that statement just now, my good impression of her completely reversed.

“You pedophile.”

{W-what are you saying?! S-spirits live much longer than humans! I’ve lived dozens of times longer than you, Lilith, and that child over there is at least 200 years old...}

“So you’re a pedophile by spirit age standards. Did you think I wouldn’t know that spirits under 400 years old are practically children among your kind?”

{H-how did you know that, Lilith... No! That’s not it! Don’t say such rude things! You’re not even a spirit!} [Read only on Galaxy Translations! / Axiomatic]

“Then why don’t you go ask the professor right now? She’s half-fairy and has been tending this garden, so she probably knows much better than I do.”

{Aaaah, no! Okay, I admit it! I was wrong!!}

It seems she has some sense of shame, at least, enough shame not to want the professor to know she’s a lolicon.

Why make such an easily exposed lie in the first place?

Her face burned with embarrassment as she realized how unsightly she must have looked just moments ago. I meant that in two ways since she’s a fire spirit.

{I-I’ll admit that child is young! B-but calling me a pedophile is wrong! I do feel love for that child, but it’s definitely not sexual!}

“Well, that’s natural since your species doesn’t reproduce.”

{And it’s not like I particularly like young spirits! It just happens that the one who caught my eye is young!}

“Don’t spirits have law enforcement? Who deals with mentally unstable ones like you, huh?”

{Even so, your words are too harsh!}

If only she could see herself reflected in water, she’d know who the harsh one is.

Well, from a spirit studies perspective, it’s not out of the ordinary for fire spirits to be attracted to wind spirits.

It’s a natural phenomenon that fire spirits are drawn to wind spirits, wind spirits feel affection for water spirits, and water spirits want to associate with earth spirits.

My disgust with Sally was a completely different issue from this natural phenomenon.

I was exasperated by her shameless attitude of being attracted to a mid-level spirit that was practically a child from a high-level spirit’s perspective and her obsessive fixation on a spirit she’d just met less than fifteen minutes ago.

Of course, I had no reason to go along with Sally’s nonsense.

“If you like that child so much, go try to charm her yourself. Don’t order me to do it.”

I approached it with a light heart, thinking it would be good if the contract worked out luckily, and if not, it couldn’t be helped.

Agnes Elizabeth Blaze.

The only daughter of the Blaze Viscount family and the top student of Luminor Academy’s Magic Department.

Also Lilith’s partner in the spirit studies lecture, she was momentarily composing her sorrowful emotions in a corner of the garden.

“...Sniff.”

In truth, she knew it herself.

She knew that her mana capacity was high, but her affinity with spirits wasn’t very good.

She knew that even if theoretically she could contract with mid-level spirits, in reality, even low-level spirits were reluctant to contract with her.

She also knew that she was being impatient about contracting with spirits – these were all facts she knew well.

<...from the spirits’ perspective, Miss Blaze, your mana probably smells like some terribly stinky food. ... At the very least, you need to change that unsellable-product-like attitude to make spirits feel curious...>

“You didn’t have to go that far...”

Terribly stinky food? An unsellable product?

For her, who had grown up receiving all sorts of expectations as a promising talent of the Elizabeth family, it was a scathing evaluation she had never heard before.

To think someone who looks pretty and gentle on the outside would unhesitatingly say such things to her.

Moreover, the fact that she couldn’t refute what Lilith had said kept pricking at her heart, making it impossible not to feel even more dejected.

“I know that too, you know.”

After secretly wiping her tears away in a corner, Agnes was finally able to calm her complicated emotions to some extent.

She realized how childishly she had been competing with Lilith.

In any case, she probably didn’t say those things just to torment her. After all, if Agnes couldn’t contract with a spirit, Lilith herself would be disadvantaged as well.

She must have been sincere in worrying about her and giving advice. ...It’s just that the advice she gave was so intense that she momentarily lost her composure.

Anyway, she was a woman with such a high understanding of spirits that she could bring around a high-level spirit without even contracting it.

If she just obediently followed her words, she should be able to contract with at least a low-level spirit.

For Agnes, who needed to somehow contract with her first spirit in order not to fall behind in the fight for a successor among the numerous branch families of the Elizabeths, she could put aside petty and childish emotions for that purpose.

“That woman hasn’t made a formal contract with the salamander yet, either.”

She probably couldn’t easily contract with other low-level spirits, which made her contract with a high-level spirit instead.

If she could contract with even a low-level spirit before her in the meantime, she could say she had won for now.

Such thoughts became the driving force that made Agnes, who had become depressed, rise from her seat once again.

It was shortly after this that she would encounter Lilith, who had finished contracting with a mid-level spirit while she was briefly away.

T/N

Hello! Axiomatic here.

Poor girl. It’s a canon event that all gifted kids have to go through at least once in their lives. I know the pain all too well.

Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow!