I'm Shireen.

An elf who likes reading, doing experiments, and writing conclusion reports, Ning Feng...

He is also a legendary alchemist of the Watch.

A legend with the ability to easily destroy a dilapidated stone castle hundreds of years behind the times!

As long as I want to, I can easily raise this shabby house.

real!

It’s not that I’m being modest, but I’ve been able to clean the room myself for two hundred years... Well, I haven’t done it for many years.

Not to mention the automatic cleaning robots that have appeared in the past few decades, before they became popular, I would no longer do those meaningless things.

To clean up the room, wouldn't it be enough to use magic power to cast a few spells?

It's fast and convenient, and it's also very clean. Even possible plagues can be eliminated in one go.

Everything can be solved by just moving your fingers, and you can spend a lot of time doing meaningful things.

And now, such a big castle still needs manpower to clean it?

All I can say is that this is really backward.

Especially if you ask me to clean it!?

This can no longer be explained by backwardness, it is simply backwardness!

It is absolutely impossible for me, a legendary spell caster, to compromise!

impossible……

This is absolutely impossible!

…

Wow…

The water drawn from the deep well is exceptionally cool, with a biting chill that penetrates from the fingertips into the head, making people want to shiver.

The turbid water after scrubbing was squeezed out of the rag and fell into the bucket, creating waves and shattering Shireen's reflection in the water.

She in the water is not the legend in memory.

Instead, she was a palace maid wearing an extraordinarily simple and heavy maid uniform, with a white square scarf on her head that resembled that of a housekeeper, and was twisting the towel with a resentful look on her face.

"…………"

Shirin sighed heavily, feeling that she must have picked up the wrong script.

This is wrong!

How did I end up like this?

There must be something wrong somewhere.

The problem is yes, but it's not that big...

Shirin, who had been huddled in the basement before, had no concept of time and did not notice that time was the source of everything that changed.

So, Shirin, who stayed in the palace to watch the play, magnificently transformed back into an ordinary person at the moment the sun rose.

Still the kind that has no power to restrain a chicken.

Miserable Shireen Miserable

If the disguise on her face hadn't disappeared, Shirin would have had the urge to log off on the spot.

That time has not yet come, as long as I still wear a mask, it is not considered a social death!

Well, that’s it!

As a legend, Shireen actually has no flaws in her mentality. After the initial gaffe, she has now regained some of the adventurous feelings she had long ago.

It was a feeling so long ago that she had almost forgotten it.

So, after experiencing the initial panic, Shirin ran decisively outside the palace without being discovered by the patrolling soldiers.

Then……

Got lost.

Shirin flew in directly and had no idea about the internal structure of the palace.

Really miserable · Shirin · Really miserable

Just before Shirin was walking around and almost discovered by the patrolling soldiers, she hid directly in the small room where the maids rested.

Fortunately, the maid inside had already gotten up early to go to work, and there was no one inside.

Although the word maid nowadays always sounds associated with some gorgeous black and white clothes and astringent feelings.

But this is an impression that has undergone evolution and multiple modifications. In the real past, there was no essential difference between maids and other servants.

Lower-level maids who are responsible for menial tasks, such as kitchen maids, are usually the first to get up in the family.

They have to get up and work around 5:30 to 6:00 in the morning. Among them, the maids who work the hardest work get up at 5:00 sharp.

In the past when extraordinary forces did not dominate social changes, how could we show our uniqueness?

It's power.

Hiring and enslaving others to serve oneself is a manifestation of power and status.

This world is beautiful, and there are so many things that make you nostalgic and intoxicating.

But there is another side to this, and in its shadow lurk countless sorrows and angers.

To put it bluntly, whether there is magic or not, the nature of this world will not change much.

Oppression and resistance will definitely exist no matter what era it is in.

When your time is quiet, there will always be someone to carry the burden forward for you.

Just like, when Ning Feng was taking his teammates and Tool Man No. 1 for a relaxing spring outing...

Shirin, who was trapped in the palace, worked hard to infiltrate in disguise.

When the maids did not come back, Shirin, knowing that she could not stay here for a long time, put on her maid uniform, took the cleaning tools and left.

With a tragic look on her face, she returned to her own escape path.

The palace is quite large, and not all the maids have met each other, let alone have any friendships. Shireen, in disguise, managed to sneak into the cleaning team.

She was looking for a way out with a bucket, and whenever someone passed by, she would start twisting the rag and pretend to clean it.

After dodging several soldiers in this way, she gradually figured out the general direction of the castle.

She lowered her head and twisted the towel, waiting for the passing soldiers to disappear around the corner. Shirin stood up silently and looked towards her target ahead.

Just walk along this road and go through several corridors, and you can leave through the special small door at the back of the castle for servants to go out.

Victory is at hand!

Nothing is difficult.

Walking slowly like a maid who had just finished her work, Shireen glanced at the surrounding rooms.

"According to what the head maid and other maids just said, this is the rest room for guests attending the banquet..."

Unlike the maid's office, you can feel the difference just from the material of the door.

The door is engraved with gorgeous patterns, and the door handle also shines with silver-white metallic luster.

And those who have the ability to live here are not ordinary little nobles. They must be very favored guests or have a noble enough status.

Distinguished guest...

"Speaking of which, what happened to the two little guys in the end?"

As she was very close to successfully escaping, Shireen felt a little relaxed. She thought of the "culprit" who had caused her to fall into this miserable situation.

Those two noble descendants.

"In the end, they should be quite popular with the king, right?"

Recalling that Sophie said those "prophecies" with a serious face, Shireen shook her head.

"I can only say that you deserve to be a [noble]? Can you really tell such a lie with your eyes open?"

"You dare to directly make up a prophecy based on only some uncertain hints. You are really brave to say that."

She is a very thoughtful and courageous woman.

But Shireen doesn't like her very much.

Shireen doesn't like people who lie to her, which makes her feel insecure.

"Ning Feng would never tell such lies. He is always so honest and trustworthy."

Thinking of the real reason why she came here, Shirin's disguised face also softened.

She laughed softly and whispered to herself:
To be continued...