A max-level Demon King? The strongest in the world?
No! I'm Her Highness the Saintess's personal white-haired, red-eyed maid!
I had barely transmigrated when the Church's army laid siege to us. The demon race was on the brink of extinction!
Faced with certain doom, Her Highness the Saintess offered me a way out, on one condition:
"Be my maid. The personal kind."
Lilia: "Huh?"
What puzzled me even more was why Her Highness, so saintly on the surface yet wickedly cunning underneath, always looked at me with such strange familiarity and... a hint of indescribable teasing.
"This black tea you made is quite nice, my Demon King maid~"
"As a maid, helping your mistress taste her pastries is part of your duties, you know~"
The silver-haired Demon King maid clenched her skirt, defiance burning in her crimson eyes.
"You've got to be kidding! Even if I wear a maid outfit, brew black tea, and clean house, I will never become your maid!"
