“Exactly so. I command a total of ten male maids, and when Lord Sebas is attending to the Supreme Beings, I am responsible for assisting with some of the management affairs of the Ninth Floor.” Eclair said proudly.
He awkwardly bent his chubby body, his short wings elegantly placed on his chest.
Logically speaking, a birdman should resemble a raptor, like Peroroncino, but Eclair’s outer appearance model was redesigned based on a rockhopper penguin.
In Nazarick, the NPCs responsible for combat had already reached saturation, and Eclair’s most valuable point was his cute appearance, although he didn’t become popular because of it.
Sig stroked his chin, “So, it was the male maid just now who informed you to come over.”
“Yes, I have been working diligently for the day I will rule Nazarick!”
Eclair belatedly covered his mouth, seeing Sig’s not-so-good expression, and started sweating profusely.
The male maids behind him were too scared to make a sound, standing rigidly at attention.
It would have been fine to say this in private, but he never expected to actually say it in front of a Supreme Being. He wondered if he would be punished!
Even with Lord Red Bean Paste Mochi’s setting, if Lord Sigris, who is also a Supreme Being, were to be disgusted by this, their self-sacrifice would not be enough to atone for their sin.
“Hmm…” Sig frowned, deep in thought.
To be honest, he didn’t really care about these things. Flying Squirrel was responsible for ruling Nazarick, and his life was destined to be only about eating well and drinking well.
Oh, and sleeping well too.
The main point was that his meal had flown away, and he was indeed a bit hungry. How could he subtly express his desire to eat?
Speaking of which, if you met someone in the dining hall, as long as they weren’t like Gargantua and Shalltear who were somewhat lacking in intelligence, or Demiurge and Albedo who possessed superb wisdom, they would know why he was there, right?
“Eclair, I can choose not to remember your presumptuous words, after all, Red Bean Paste Mochi is made that way, but you must keep my visit to the dining hall today a secret.”
“Understood, Lord Sigris. May I be permitted to inquire about your purpose for being here? Is it that the food in the restaurant does not suit your taste?”
After asking, the penguin’s face showed a serious expression, his eyes gleaming with earnestness.
“I met a maid coming out of the dining hall on the way, so I thought I’d try eating in the restaurant.” Sig answered simply and clearly.
“I am very sorry. It was presumptuous of me to speculate on Lord Sigris’s thoughts. I apologize for disturbing your meal.”
Eclair puffed out his chest, his two short feet hidden beneath his chubby belly.
“If you don’t mind, I will, after consulting Lord Sebas, have a maid deliver the meal to your room.”
To prevent Eclair from feeling even more guilty, Sig concealed the fact that he didn't want to be discovered. He was very satisfied with the current outcome.
Footsteps came from the stairwell, and a few seconds later, Albedo’s beautiful face came into view.
Eclair neatly bowed his head, “Lord Albedo.”
Normally, a Floor Guardian’s subordinate would kneel before Albedo, but Eclair was a butler’s assistant, a unique existence personally created by a Supreme Being, so a head bow was the most appropriate gesture.
Albedo also knew this was the most courteous, and after a slight nod, she revealed a charming smile, “Lord Sig, why are you here?”
“Eclair can explain for me.”
Eclair replied earnestly, “Lord Sigris wishes to sample the dining hall’s food. I am preparing to arrange for a maid to deliver it to his Lord’s room.”
“A maid?” Albedo’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she said in a very gentle voice, “Did Lord Sig agree to that as well?”
Although a smile still hung on her face, it could no longer be considered a smile; it was more like the expression of someone seeing a demon.
“Not yet.” Even Sig, with two lifetimes of experience, felt a little intimidated. If he had agreed, he was very worried that the penguin mascot would be torn to shreds.
“Then does Lord Sig require my service? Before I saw you, I had already washed and groomed myself, and my clothes are as clean as new, ready to be called upon at any time.”
Sig paused for a moment and asked, “Albedo, did you know I was here all along?”
“Yes, nothing can be hidden from Lord Sig. I just encountered a few maids who had spoken with you. As the Guardian Overseer, I apologize to you on behalf of the impolite servants. At that time, I had some dirt on me and could not appear in such a messy state, so I returned to my room to clean myself and did not immediately come to see Lord Sig.”
“It’s fine. Next time you don’t have to go to such trouble; it won’t affect your beauty.”
“As long as it is for Lord Sig, none of this is a problem!”
“Thank you for your loyalty, Albedo.”
Albedo raised her eyes slightly, her eyeballs rotating with a terrifying sound, “So, Lord Sig, what do you think of my suggestion?”
With things said to this extent, Sig was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He steeled his heart and agreed; he was a Dragonoid Warrior, he wouldn’t be afraid of Albedo at all.
“Thank you very much!” Albedo’s expression changed rapidly, immediately returning to her original beautiful countenance, as if everything just now was merely an illusion.
“Then I’ll return to my room first. The rest is up to you.” Sig nodded, then used 【Teleportation】 to leave.
After Sig left, Albedo revealed a lecherous smile, an expression she would absolutely never show in front of her beloved, “I can definitely win him over!”
Eclair shrank into a corner, terrified, clearly seeing such a scene for the first time.
“Eclair?” Albedo called out coldly, “Lord Sig does not like others to address him as Lord Sigris. You are responsible for relaying this message to the servants of Nazarick. If anyone dares to mispronounce it again next time, the punishment will not be merely verbal.”
Eclair quickly raised his wings, “Yes, Lord Albedo, I will relay it properly.”
Albedo fluttered her wings, looking even more charming as she calmed down, feeling quite pleased after what had just happened.
“I should also prepare myself again.”
…
Sig opened the door, and various expensive furnishings came into view. The floor was covered with a red carpet edged with gold, and closer to the inner side was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
In the sky, a bright moon, its soft moonlight pouring down like a thin veil.
The Great Tomb of Nazarick, being underground, should not logically have such a sight, but this was not a fabricated sky.
This window was actually a device similar to a remote lens, capable of completely projecting the external scenery of Nazarick over a large area, and everything seen was real.
Don’t let this simple device fool you; it consumed a lot of data, but now it seemed completely worth it.
“Lord Sig, may I come in?”
Albedo’s voice interrupted Sig’s thoughts. His throat moved, and he said with difficulty, “Come in!”