Chapter 3
How many years had passed since Liera began serving Young Master Ultos-sama, the son of House Randall?
Liera had found herself thinking about many things lately.
Ultos had once been a true genius. He possessed far more mana than ordinary people—and the bloodline to match.
In other words, his success had practically been guaranteed.
That was when Liera first met Ultos. Much more active than he was now, he declared to her, though they had only just met, “Follow me.”
—Seeing him like that, Liera thought for the first time:
I get to serve someone incredible.
But then...
The years had changed him.
Lately, Ultos had completely stopped making an effort. He skipped sword training, gave up magic, and spent his days pestering women.
And then there was his “say ahh” routine at every meal.
Even the servants who had once admired him were gradually giving up on Ultos.
But Liera was different.
Liera still believed.
That someday, surely someday, he would become the Ultos-sama he used to be.
The young master he’d been when she first met him.
“Hehe...”
After finally getting a day off, Liera was taking it easy on her right hand when she found herself smiling.
“Honestly, young master...”
Today, Ultos had worn a serious expression for the first time in a long while.
What’s more, he had noticed the trouble with Liera’s right hand.
That had truly surprised her.
Liera was a maid of a ducal house, too. As a matter of basic etiquette, she made sure to hide her injury.
And yet Ultos had spotted it at once.
Besides...
“—You’re the only maid I have,” he’d said in a voice so quiet she could barely hear it.
He must have been embarrassed.
But she had definitely heard him.
“Of course,” Liera murmured.
She put all her feelings into those words: her master really was amazing.
Completely unaware that Ultos had worn such a serious expression because he was weighing his life against getting a “say ahh,” Liera savored her loyalty to him from the bottom of her heart.