Stellar Echo: Heart of the Myst-Chapter 181: VOL 3 - 19: A Seraphina who’s not the ‘perfect maid’ is truly charming.

Chapter 181 - VOL 3 Chapter 19: A Seraphina who’s not the ‘perfect maid’ is truly charming.

Seeing the blush on his sweet blonde master's face, Erik smiled gently and opened his arms in a subtle invitation for a hug. Sigrún immediately leapt in with joy, giving her beloved disciple a tight embrace before looking into his eyes for a moment.

Summoning her courage, Sigrún quickly gave Erik a soft kiss on the lips and vanished in a flash of light before he could even catch her expression, leaving a warm smile on everyone's face.

After Sigrún's departure, Erik turned to look at Eleonora, still holding his arms open. The beautiful golden-eyed woman approached him with elegance and gave her future husband a firm hug, ending it with a loving kiss on the lips.

"Fufu, see you later, darling."

Eleonora said with a radiant smile before disappearing in a flash from the room—though not before casting Seraphina a knowing and encouraging look, which the maid returned with a calm smile.

Left alone with her young master, Seraphina stood silently, gazing at the spot where Eleonora had just vanished, her usual serious and professional expression in place—though her lips were slightly pursed, which to Erik looked like the expression of a forlorn puppy.

Knowing his sweet and diligent maid and the "special treatment" she needed, Erik decided to play along and make her happy. With a small smile on his face and his hands behind his back, he struck a posture of slight condescension, like an aristocrat addressing a commoner, and said.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your young master, Seraphina?"

"I wouldn't dare, Young Master."

Upon hearing her young master's commanding voice, Seraphina trembled slightly and quickly bowed hurriedly before Erik, refusing respectfully—just as a perfect maid like her should. Yet, the unusual glint in her eyes betrayed just how much she enjoyed the fact that her young master understood her so well.

In response to Seraphina's refusal, Erik's expression turned cold and commanding. He turned to face her and spoke in a heavy voice as a thick "killing intent" began to fill the air.

"You dare refuse me, maid?"

"I-I could never, Young Master."

Seraphina looked up and replied 'nervously', as if she were truly frightened—though the growing blush on her cheeks and her slightly eager gaze betrayed her true feelings. It nearly made Erik laugh, but he restrained himself to stay in character, replying coldly.

"Then what do you think you're waiting for? Do you believe I have all day to waste on a mere maid?"

Erik's icy, authoritative voice echoed through the room, causing Seraphina to reflexively squeeze her thighs together. After a couple of heavy breaths, she approached Erik with short, timid—yet visibly excited—steps.

"B-but Young Master, I can't do such a thing to the young miss..."

Just a few inches away from Erik, Seraphina spoke in a 'nervous' and 'guilty' tone, though her act was crumbling due to her growing anticipation. At that moment, Erik smirked arrogantly, delivering a sharp spank to his 'disobedient maid' before gripping her waist and whispering coldly into her ear.

"That's not something for you to decide."

"Y-young master..."

Seraphina spoke, doing her best to act frightened, but her flushed face and heavy breathing ruined her attempts. Without a word, Erik leaned in, slowly licking her beautiful cherry-colored lips before giving her a small kiss and releasing her.

"Know your place, maid."

Erik delivered the final blow with a cold, arrogant tone, dealing critical damage to Seraphina. Her legs weakened, and she clung to her beloved young master's shoulders, pressing her ample bust against Erik's firm chest as if trying to melt into him.

Seeing Seraphina's heavy breaths and trembling body, Erik was tempted to tease his sweet personal maid a little more. But knowing things could spiral out of control, he simply hugged her and began gently stroking her petite back to help her calm down.

After a few minutes, Seraphina regained enough composure to steady herself. Then, she brought her lips to her young master's ear and whispered softly—her voice laced with traces of lust interwoven with unparalleled love and devotion, bordering on obsession.

"Thank you, Erik... You truly are the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't imagine life without you anymore. You are, and always will be, my only master for eternity..."

"And I wouldn't know what to do without your love and care. So you'll be my personal maid forever, Seraphina—I'll never let you escape." Erik responded warmly, embracing her tenderly. Seraphina practically melted in his arms and murmured in a dreamy voice.

"I love you, Erik."

"And I love you."

Hearing the serious and resolute response from her young master, Seraphina was overwhelmed with infinite happiness. She immediately hugged him tightly as her heart pounded fiercely, doing her best not to break into tears, utterly overtaken by her emotions.

Such happiness was something Seraphina didn't know how to handle—after all, it was something she had believed she would never be able to attain in her life, a long life filled with sorrow, loss, and loneliness. Inevitably, it led her to feel grateful with every fiber of her being to that cheerful blonde girl who one day found her on that desolate planet, full of sadness and memories, and brought her to the Arcane Order with a proud smile.

For his part, Erik, noticing how deeply affected Seraphina was, chose to remain silent and gently embraced his maid, softly caressing her small back to give her the support she needed to calm down. This caused the beautiful woman to cling to him and bury her face in his chest without saying a word.

After some time, Seraphina finally managed to settle her erratic feelings. She began to release her young master and quickly tidied her appearance. Then, standing calmly in front of him with her hands clasped over her apron, she bowed respectfully and spoke in a warm tone.

"I apologize for showing you such an embarrassing side of myself, young master."

"There's no need to apologize. A Seraphina who's not the 'perfect maid' is truly charming." Erik replied with a warm smile as he looked at his personal maid, who straightened her posture and gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, then spoke in a cheerful tone.

"That Seraphina is only for my young master—but it's time to go."

"You're right, let's go."

Erik nodded with a playful tone, then began walking out of the room, with Seraphina following close behind like his loyal shadow—though now her steps were so light it seemed as if she were floating rather than walking.

...

Erik walked down a lavish, 'futuristic'-looking hallway, adorned with holographic displays and wide windows that revealed the emptiness of space, until he reached an enormous door. It opened immediately, revealing on the other side a vast and luxurious hall that resembled an aristocratic banquet hall. Grand columns draped with white curtains stood tall, and elegant tables and chairs were symmetrically arranged in the center.

The hall was filled with young people dressed in all kinds of armor and battle outfits of various styles and colors, chatting in different groups. Some sat around the tables, while others preferred to remain standing.

Upon entering the hall, Erik drew the attention of several individuals who turned to look at him, though none approached to greet him. As he made his way toward one of the long tables full of all kinds of delicacies, he spotted Elara and Zoe in the distance. They seemed to be conversing with Laura's younger brother and another young man with long black hair tipped in green.

As Seraphina picked out a few interesting-looking desserts from the table for her young master—who had begun reviewing one of his many agendas—a bewitching and melodious female voice rang out behind them.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet the famous disciple Erik."

Upon hearing his name, Erik turned to see the source of the voice, finding a young woman with blue hair dressed in armor that, while somewhat elegant, made him genuinely wonder what had been going through the designer's head. At that moment, a screen visible only to him appeared next to the young woman, containing all kinds of information about her.

[Name: Christine Taylor]

[Species: Human]

[Known Power Level: Ascended – Peak]

[Combat Type: Long-range]

[Known Strengths: Wielder of multiple magical artifacts]

[Known Affinities: Water, Air]

[Additional Notes:

[*Disciple of Master-level Albert Taylor from the Arcane Order]

[Recommended Approach:

[*Cautious and alert – known to seduce talented young men.]

...

"It's likewise a pleasure to meet the direct disciple Taylor." Quickly scanning the information provided by his armor, Erik returned the greeting with a courteous smile.

"Fufu, there's no need for such formality, disciple Erik. Just Christine is more than enough—I wouldn't dare act high and mighty in front of what is possibly the most famous direct disciple in the Order right now."

Christine spoke with a smile full of charm and seduction, something that was only amplified by the armor she wore—a sort of tight-fitting corset that extended downward into a skirt split at the front, revealing her impressive legs clad in what appeared to be stylized greaves reaching up to her thighs, though in truth they resembled an elegant and seductive metal garter more than anything else.

Meanwhile, the upper part of Christine's armor wasn't much different. Her shoulders were exposed, and her generous bust was covered by silver metal plates shaped perfectly to her curves, sharing a design with her sleek, pointed pauldrons. Combined with her long, fitted gloves, the overall effect made her look more like she was wearing a sexy gala dress than armor—especially when viewed from behind.

"Disciple Christine flatters me. The Order is full of geniuses at every turn—there's no way someone like me could stand out that much." Erik replied with a smile, causing Christine to cover her mouth with one hand and laugh elegantly, giving Erik a look that practically screamed interest before speaking in a melodious voice.

"Disciple Erik is truly a very humble person."

"It's just the truth, and honestly, I wouldn't dare boast and end up making a fool of myself in front of a beautiful lady." Erik replied gently, exuding an attractive charm that made Seraphina, standing behind him, frown slightly—though her expression quickly returned to its usual composed self.

"Disciple Erik is truly a charming gentleman—fully worthy of his reputation."

Christine replied with a smile as she discreetly studied the armor worn by the handsome young man in front of her, and to her surprise, she quickly recognized it was made from Cosmic Leviathan leather—something virtually no one would use for an Ascended-level armor.

After all, Cosmic Leviathan leather was so rare and valuable that only a Sage-level or higher would dare wear it. Not only was it incredibly scarce, but finding an Artificer skilled enough to work with it was extremely difficult—money alone wasn't enough; it required deep connections or significant merits within the Order.

"I'm flattered, Disciple Christine." Erik responded in a calm and cordial tone, also discreetly studying the young woman in front of him.

...

While Erik was speaking with Christine, Elara and Zoe noticed his distinct starry hair from afar. Upon spotting the blue-haired "vixen" talking to him, they nearly sprinted toward them, metaphorically breathing fire. However, by the time they reached him, their demeanor completely shifted—they adopted elegant expressions and graceful postures, approaching with calm and control.

"Well, look who's here. A pleasure to see you again, Direct Disciple Taylor." Zoe said with poise as she approached Erik, whom she greeted with familiarity.

"Hi, Erik."

"Hi, Zoe." Erik replied with a smile, just as Elara arrived at his side, greeting him while completely ignoring Christine—whose elegant expression tightened slightly in displeasure.

"Hello, Erik."

"A pleasure to see you both again, Disciple Laverne and Disciple Belmonte. I didn't know you were on such good terms with Disciple Erik."

Christine quickly added in a composed voice, while subtly analyzing the two women, trying to gauge their closeness with Direct Disciple Erik—a juicy prize she intended to claim, no matter who she had to step over to do it.

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