After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 574 - 230 Maid Service

Lionheart Castle.

Lakefront Mansion.

Suddenly, a trail of hoofprints appeared across the sky, as if someone had carved them into the clouds. Upon closer observation, a tiny black dot could be seen on the horizon, rapidly enlarging until it revealed a divine steed with eight legs.

At that moment, the Goddess of Salvation sitting on a lakeside bench, her head lowered as she flipped through a book, blinked her eyes and looked up at the pair of long, slender legs that appeared before her. Instinctively raising her gaze, she found herself facing a mature young woman with milk-white, cascading hair.

Their eyes met.

"May I ask who you are?" The Goddess of Salvation gently closed her book and placed it on her knees, offering a polite smile that carried the elegance of a noble young lady—etiquette she had learned from Miss Anastasia.

During her stay at the Lakefront Mansion, there would occasionally be a self-proclaimed "gentlemanly young lady" visiting her teacher for a chat. It was through Miss Anastasia that she had learned many aspects of proper interpersonal etiquette.

"Sleipnir." Sleipnir announced her name, while intently observing the youthful goddess. Sleipnir could clearly discern that the girl before her was indeed a divine being, though she couldn’t identify the specific authority the goddess wielded. What was certain, however, was that there was no perceptible menace emanating from her; otherwise, she wouldn’t be peacefully residing at the mansion by the lake.

The Goddess of Salvation, upon hearing Sleipnir’s name, suddenly clapped her hands lightly in realization and broke into a warm and familiar smile. "Ah! You must also be one of Teacher’s lovers, aren’t you?"

Sleipnir: "..."

"Teacher is currently sleeping in Sister Kashute’s room." The Goddess of Salvation pointed toward the Lakefront Mansion, but quickly sensed that the atmosphere had shifted into something a little awkward.

The smile on Sleipnir’s face began to fade, while the Goddess of Salvation, as though realizing she had made a mistake, shrank her head slightly and lifted her book to conceal her cheek.

"Are you Ahtal’s student?" Sleipnir lightly smoothed the hem of her skirt and sat down beside the Goddess of Salvation, offering a kind, unassailable smile.

However, to the Goddess of Salvation, this semblance of warmth carried with it an inexplicable pressure, making her want to flee.

Taking Sleipnir’s status into consideration, however, she composed herself.

"Yes, I am Teacher’s student." The Goddess of Salvation answered softly, and shortly after her words fell, Sleipnir steered the conversation towards Ahtal’s recent whereabouts, prompting the goddess to share everything she knew.

Sleipnir’s expression gradually shifted, spanning from unease to displeasure, before finally landing on an expression of resolve, as though experiencing an intricate internal calculus.

A moment later.

"Thank you." Sleipnir expressed her gratitude briefly, then gazed up at the star-filled sky before turning back to the Goddess of Salvation and asking:

"Could you go and check if Ahtal is asleep?"

"You... Hmm, alright." The Goddess of Salvation initially intended to refuse, but upon meeting Sleipnir’s smile, she obediently nodded and jogged toward the mansion. After all, it wasn’t anything particularly pressing.

Moreover, there was something in Sleipnir’s gaze that carried an unmistakable authority that she couldn’t seem to decline.

Yet, not long after entering the building, the Goddess of Salvation was grabbed by the collar by the Pestilence Witch, who instructed her to wait in the living room.

She wasn’t allowed to go find her teacher just yet.

"I’ll go notify Ahtal myself." The Pestilence Witch murmured through a yawn, turning toward the Goddess of Salvation to add:

"After all, I was planning to head upstairs to sleep anyway."

"But..." The Goddess of Salvation parted her lips to protest, only to have the Pestilence Witch shoot her a quick sidelong glance and casually say:

"You won’t find Ahtal or Kashute on your own. Only I can see them, so all you need to do is wait here obediently."

With those words, the Pestilence Witch transformed into a black mist and vanished where she stood.

In this world, if Ahtal didn’t wish to be seen, then everyone—well, most people—would be unable to perceive him. Only a select few at the pinnacle of existence could pierce through his concealment.

And she happened to be one of those rare beings who could approach Ahtal without drawing his attention.

A short while later.

On the second floor.

Shark Girl Kashute, dressed in a maid’s uniform, sat on Ahtal’s abdomen with a duck-style posture, her hands pressed firmly against his lower abdomen.

Her teeth lightly bit into her red lips as she let out a restrained sound, her body moving rhythmically as she dutifully fulfilled her responsibilities as a maid.

Until moments later.

"Bang!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Shark Girl Kashute’s eyes widened in surprise, her body trembling as her silk-clad legs clamped tightly around Ahtal’s figure. She tilted her pale neck upward, her eyes brimming with tears that could hardly be distinguished as anguish or delight. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Her chest heaved violently, the fullness beneath her maid’s attire swaying with each motion, as she seemed to momentarily lose consciousness.

Standing at the doorway, the Pestilence Witch cocked her head slightly, taking in the scene of Shark Girl Kashute perched atop Ahtal, her fair neck arched, eyes vacant as she stared at the ceiling, and gasping vehemently.

The air was suffused with a heavy sensual tension.

"Did I come at the wrong time?" She asked cheerfully, a sly grin creeping across her face as she slowly shut the door.

"Wait!" Shark Girl Kashute called out suddenly, extending a hand toward the Pestilence Witch as she tried to rise, only to sink back down in exhaustion.

She bit her lower lip and asked:

"I’m merely performing my duties as a maid to provide massages. If you have something to say, you can address Lord Ahtal directly."

"Since when did the bishop of the Church of Death become a maid?" The Pestilence Witch chuckled mischievously, her tone brazen with unexpected boldness. While she dared not tease Ahtal himself, she found joy in provoking Shark Girl Kashute.

"Hmph. Isn’t it fine if I’m doing it willingly?" Shark Girl Kashute let out a soft snort, showing little concern for the Pestilence Witch’s mockery. If it had been the Goddess of Salvation or the Goddess of Plague in the Pestilence Witch’s place, she might have panicked, but she felt no particular unease in this instance.