Bonus: The Maid Who Invited Herself

Louis Miller, a member of the Mage Corps, packed up his things as soon as the festival ended.

The guest room Louis was staying in at the temple was the one his senior apprentice, Kara, had been supposed to use.

It was furnished with luxurious pieces made of fine wood and decorated with ornate carvings, along with cushions and sofa covers densely embroidered with silk.

It looked less like a temple room and more like a nobleman's—one with nouveau-riche taste, at that.

If he took even one of those cushions home and sold it, he could get a pretty penny for it.

Of course, being the upstanding and well-mannered person he was, he would never do such a thing... Louis thought as he retied his growing hair.

When he'd first started growing it out, it kept coming undone no matter how many times he tied it, which was a hassle. But lately, it had grown long enough to stay tied. Maybe once it got a little longer, he could braid it.

Just as he finished tying his hair neatly, he heard a knock at the door. Was it someone from the temple?

For a moment, Louis considered escaping through the window. He didn't want to be detained and saddled with some job.

In that brief moment, the door opened...