Chapter 1259

<1259th Chapter> 1259. Dark Moon

The IDs were two in number.

One was a Class 3 Citizen ID of Neo London. The other was a Class 2 Knight Qualification Certificate proving her status as a Squire.

In the original game, there were an insane number of classes to choose from. Just like how within the Mage category, you could be a Black Mage, Alchemist, or Elemental Mage, the Warrior class also had numerous subdivisions – Viking, Knight, Warrior, Blader, and so on.

Knights belonged to the uppermost tier within the Warrior class. Not just anyone with brute strength can become a knight. It’s a profession only recognized warriors among warriors can achieve—essentially, elites among elites.

And fitting their greatness, knights are addressed differently depending on their rank. Generally speaking, “Knight” refers to ranks 3 through 6. Rank 1 is called a “Honer,” Rank 2 is called a “Squire.” Knights at Rank 7 and above are referred to as “Master Knights.”

“…A Rank 2 Knight, a Squire, wants to become a maid?”

Knights are welcomed everywhere they go. In Neo London, they receive treatment akin to lesser nobility. A Master Knight might as well be considered a general.

“The path of knighthood wasn’t meant for me, so I gave it up.”

“…That must’ve been a tough decision. Is there some special reason behind this?”

“Not really. If I had to say… let’s just say I got tired of it.”

She didn’t want to talk about it, huh?

I didn’t press her further. Her decision to abandon the path of knighthood was hers alone. And having that Knight certification meant she wasn’t entirely not a knight—just an unaffiliated one.

Besides, don’t we all have things we don’t want to talk about? Like that Battle Mage Project… ugh, just thinking about it gives me a headache.

“I didn’t prepare a resume. Would explaining verbally work?”

“That’s fine. We’ve got plenty of time.”

Yuria began speaking calmly.

“I’m an orphan. When I was very young—I don’t even remember much—I was placed in the Neo London Public Orphanage. Later, my talent as a warrior was recognized, and the headmaster recommended me to Neo Round Table, who sponsored my entry into the Female Knight Training Academy.”

“So there actually was such a system…?”

While listening to her story, I glanced over her recommendation letter, written personally by the headmaster of the training academy. It was filled with praises, describing her as exceptionally talented, capable, and diligent.

“I trained at the Knight Academy for 17 years. I received my Class 2 Knight certification two years ago.”

“As a Squire, you could’ve joined a pretty decent knight order.”

“Yes, several reputable orders did make offers, but I turned them all down.”

“…Why?”

“I wanted to use the remaining time I had at the Knight Academy to obtain a Class 3 Knight certification. The difference between a Squire and a Knight is immense, after all.”

“So then… why give up the path of knighthood altogether?”

“Yes.”

For such a reason, she abandoned the life of a knight to become a maid. It felt somewhat absurd, but I made no outward reaction. I respect her choice.

“Didn’t the Knight Academy… or rather, the Round Table Council that sponsored you, try to stop you from leaving?”

“I owe the Round Table Council approximately 350 million credits. Repayment period: 7 years. If I fail to pay it back… I’ll end up working for the Round Table Council.”

350 million…

My words caught in my throat at the absurd amount.

“…Will you be able to repay that while working as a maid?”


“Trying to pay off debts?”

“After working as a maid for a year, I plan to take the Maid Certification exam.”

“A year?”

“The basic requirement for the Maid Certification is one year of experience as a maid. I’m aiming for at least Triple rank or higher.”

I nodded.

The power of the Maid Certification is incredible. Among the ranks, the Triple rank allows you to work for noble families or large corporations with an annual salary of over 100 million credits.

If she follows her plan, she should be able to repay her debts within five years.

“I understand your vision. Now, about the salary negotiation…”

“I’m satisfied with a salary of 2 million credits. In exchange, I’d like room and board provided. And I wish to serve by your side, Master.”

“All good except for the 2 million credits—that’s less than the standard maid’s salary.”

“In that case… I’ll accept whatever salary you offer, Master.”

I scratched my head.

The main reason people hire maids or butlers is for show. Thus, the better-looking the maid, the higher their pay tends to be proportionally.

“…How about a base salary of 12 million credits? Of course, there will also be bonuses.”

“Agreed.”

Yuria smiled.

The negotiation continued for another 15 minutes. There were still many things to discuss. Normally, personal contracts like this would require at least two hours of discussion, but Yuria didn’t oppose any of the conditions I proposed. She seemed eager to sign the contract and become my maid as soon as possible.

I began to feel suspicious of her.

“Could she be a scammer?”

But what could she possibly want?

“I don’t have much wealth. Is she an assassin? Why would an assassin work as a maid?”

No matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t figure it out. I decided to keep an eye on Yuria.

“Master, I’ve signed the contract. It’s your turn.”

She handed me the pen and contract. I didn’t need to read it—it was mostly written by me anyway. A lawyer might throw it away in disgust due to some questionable clauses cleverly inserted.

“…You really read it thoroughly, right? It hasn’t been more than five seconds since I gave it to you.”

“Speed reading is one of my specialties.”

“If you say so…”

I signed the contract and glanced at Yuria’s signature. Written in beautiful cursive, it was so elegant it looked like a piece of art.

“What kind of signature is this? It’s like calligraphy…”

In contrast, my handwriting made me quietly sigh.

With the contract in hand, she smiled brightly.

“Hehe, now I’m officially your maid, Master. I’m very… happy.”

“I’m glad you’re not opposed to it. Nice to meet you, Yuria.”

“I’ll serve you with all my heart, Master.”

Yuria and I left the café.

Instead of heading home, we went to the department store to buy furniture and ingredients for her use. Since I can’t cook, she’ll handle the food preparation.

“Is there anything specific you’d like me to cook?”

“Not particularly. Just make something you’re confident with.”

“There are too many dishes I’m confident about; it’s a dilemma. How about steak today? Something safe and straightforward.”

“Sure. Just get the high-quality stuff. No cheap alternatives. Also, we need drinks, so pick up some wine.”

“I’ll only select the finest ingredients. Trust my judgment, Master.”

Her judgment was impressive. She spent a whopping 50,000 credits on ingredients alone. Even considering the quantity—enough for at least a week—50,000 credits felt excessive.

Of course, I didn’t show any outward reaction. I didn’t want to appear petty about mere groceries in front of her.

Still, I had a few questions and asked her.

“Do you like eel?”

“Eel is a famous tonic dish. I bought it for your health. Wild eel is quite rare in Neo London.”

“I’m not into eel jelly.”

“90% of Neo London citizens love eel jelly…”


“I hate that already. Of course, I belong to the 90% side. Don’t worry about the eel. I’ll cook it deliciously for you.”

I nodded. There’s no objection to the fact that eel is nourishing food.

‘That I bought it because it’s good for virility… Surely not.’

There’s no reason to.

She additionally purchased clams and abalone. It must be a coincidence. She also bought other seafood.

We applied for delivery service for the purchased ingredients. It will be delivered to our house around 5 PM.

“Master. This is difficult to say, but wouldn’t it be good to get a new suit?”

“Suit? That’s strange?”

I lowered my head and looked at my body. Men in Neo London almost always have to wear suits. Adult men who don’t wear suits are considered rude. Since I was trained in the army, I thought my suit fit me quite well.

“It doesn’t look strange. You look very handsome. But… The problem is that your suit isn’t from a Neo London brand.”

“…Is that really an issue?”

“The pride Neo London gentlemen have for their domestic brands exceeds what you think. They consider suits made in other countries as cheap and lacking dignity. While they may not openly disrespect you, there’s a chance of subtle disrespect.”

“So that’s why some people weren’t kind to me.”

I smirked bitterly.

No one had ever told me these small yet helpful life tips. If she hadn’t mentioned it, it would’ve taken me quite a while to realize.

“And we should probably change the watch too.”

“Watch too? This one’s fine?”

“The current trend in Neo London is pocket watches.”

Yuria pulled out a pocket watch from her pocket. The cover of the pocket watch had intricate engravings, and the golden watch chain exuded a luxurious charm.

“Anything can become trendy, huh.”

“Neo London is extremely sensitive to trends. Even if you’re slightly behind the curve, you’ll face subtle mockery and disdain. I don’t want Master to be treated like that.”

“I can’t stand being disrespected either. How can I endure when I have business to conduct? Let’s do as you say. Can you help me pick out a suitable suit?”

“Of course, Master.”

An additional 100,000 credits were spent.

Next, we visited a furniture store. There was hardly any metal furniture; most of it was wooden. Furniture also follows trends.

Yuria carefully examined the bed with great attention to detail.

“This bed seems decent. Let me check it properly.”

“Check? Well, display items are usually meant for that purpose.”

She took off her boot-like combat boots and climbed onto the bed. Then she got down on all fours. Her skirt barely covered her buttocks, and of course, her thighs were exposed. The black knife holster wrapped around her thigh looked sexy.

“Yuria…? People usually don’t lie down on beds this way?”

“Otherwise, we can’t properly test the bed’s performance.”

Yuria put pressure on her hands and knees. The bed and her body swayed together. Shocked, I quickly moved closer behind her. I couldn’t let others see her butt. Only I can see it.

It was a black panties.

Not as revealing as the purple panties she showed earlier, but since they were T-backs, her white buttocks were exposed. And right at the center, there was a distinct axe-shaped mark.

Her butt wobbled along with the bed. I could feel blood rushing to my lower half as I broke out in cold sweat. Fortunately, she seemed satisfied with the bed and quickly got down.

“It performs well. Let’s go with this bed. I’ve memorized the model name, so I’ll find the staff… Master? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

She asked me with concern after seeing me sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed. I intentionally crossed my legs to hide my slightly erect member.

“I’m checking the bed’s performance too. Wait a minute. You need to sit on the bed for about a minute to know if it’s a good one.”

“Is that so? Then I’ll sit next to you and check it as well.”