Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 112: The Maid Who Shouldn’t Be Here

The Maid Who Shouldn’t Be Here

Julian blinked.

His eyes lingered for half a second.

Then another.

Then—

The girl gave a small, graceful bow.

"Hello, Young Master Julian."

A whisper, really - her words slipped out like silk, steady in a way that hinted at practiced lines and hidden stages.

A slight tilt came to Julian’s head.

"Hi there," said Julian, his voice bright.

A grin slowly spread across his face.

Finally.

There’s a pretty maid at home.

This - what you see here - is how things go when money stacks high and looks turn heads.

Flickering gold, his eyes traced her without effort - slow on the surface, yet cutting deep.

[Lucky me... this girl is really something.]

[And her breasts are that big...]

[I wonder if walking around all day with those things makes her tired.]

Standing in front of him, Lina Ashford’s lips twitched ever so slightly.

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and looked at him calmly.

"Young Master Julian doesn’t seem to remember me?" she asked softly.

Julian paused.

He looked again—this time carefully.

Her green hair was tied neatly behind her head. Her maid uniform was perfectly pressed. Her purple eyes held a quiet intelligence behind the lenses of her glasses.

The image of her face suddenly overlapped with a memory.

Moonlight.

Music.

A nightclub.

MoonDrift Club.

Julian’s eyes widened slightly.

Damn.

Isn’t this Lina Ashford from the MoonDrift Club last time?

Back then she had been dressed completely differently—dark makeup, seductive eyes, a completely different aura.

Today she looked like a pure and delicate beauty.

Julian understood immediately.

Disguise.

That was her specialty.

She could become whatever a man wanted to see.

Innocent.

Seductive.

Dangerous.

According to the original plot, she should have been seducing Mike Valquin and another young master, creating conflict between them.

Later, Julian had warned Mike to stay away from her.

After that, she disappeared.

So why was she standing in his house now?

Julian’s thoughts immediately became suspicious.

[That bastard Evan... is he already planning revenge against me?]

[Just because I beat him up and made him bleed a little, does he have to hold such a grudge?]

Hearing his inner muttering, Lina Ashford was momentarily stunned.

She had indeed received news earlier.

The Obsidian King had been ambushed while performing an operation at the Valquin household.

But something had gone terribly wrong.

Instead of completing the mission, he had been chased and beaten by several bodyguards. In the chaos he had been forced to flee... without his pants.

Lina had struggled not to laugh when she heard that report.

But—

What was this about bleeding?

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Interesting.

"Miss Lina," Julian said suddenly with a relaxed smile.

"You’re working at my house now? That’s great. But have you ever worked as a maid before?"

[This demoness is not easy to deal with.]

[Ranked third among the Eight War Generals.]

[Is she here for me?]

[No worries. Infiltration is her specialty.]

Julian crossed his arms casually.

[But unfortunately for her...]

[She’s met me.]

[She won’t last a day.]

[Today I’ll show her why I’m called Scumbag Julian.]

Lina maintained her gentle smile.

"I have," she replied sweetly.

"I can do laundry, cook, and clean. I even took special maid training."

In truth, as one of the top assassins of the Obsidian Wing, she had carried out dozens of infiltration missions.

Pretending to be a maid?

That was practically routine.

"But our D’Aurelius household is different," Julian said casually.

"You see our status. We’re the top of the four major families in Valemont."

He turned and pointed toward his bedroom.

"Being a maid here isn’t easy."

He smiled slightly.

"Start by cleaning my room. Let’s see if you can handle it."

"Okay, Young Master Julian."

Lina bowed again with a sweet smile and walked into the room.

Julian casually followed.

Click.

He closed the door behind them.

Inside his mind—

[Hehe. I used to be afraid of you because you were one of the Eight War Generals.]

[But now things are different.]

[I’m not afraid of getting beaten anymore.]

[If I don’t drive you away today...]

[I’ll give my Scumbag nickname to Evan.]

Julian walked straight to the bed and sat cross-legged.

From that position he had a perfect view of Lina as she began cleaning.

His gaze wandered freely.

The maid uniform hugged her body tightly.

Her F-cup breasts pressed firmly against the fabric, creating a soft curve with every movement. Her waist was slender, but her hips were wide and beautifully shaped.

Her skirt swayed slightly as she moved.

Below it, her long legs were wrapped in dark stockings that emphasized the smooth power of her thick thighs.

[This maid outfit is nice...]

Julian rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

[But it’s a bit too conservative.]

[Her chest is way too big to be hidden like that.]

[A heart-shaped cutout at the chest would be better. Let those things breathe a little.]

He leaned forward slightly.

[The skirt length is just right...]

Then he squinted.

[Damn it. Why is it safety shorts again?]

Across the room—

Lina Ashford paused mid-movement.

She was holding a feather duster.

Her eye twitched slightly.

She really wanted to hit this guy.

Hard.

If I don’t wear safety shorts, should I wear a thong?

But Lina had received professional training.

This level of annoyance was nothing compared to what she had endured during undercover missions.

She forced her expression to remain sweet and calm.

Within a few minutes she finished tidying the room.

Then she turned toward him.

"Young Master Julian," she said softly.

"Are you satisfied?"

Julian stretched lazily.

"It’s okay. Passable."

He nodded slowly.

This woman really was versatile.

If someone didn’t know better, they would think she was a professional maid.

Julian suddenly patted the mattress beside him.

"In our household, maids also need to know how to give massages."

He grinned.

"Come. Let’s test your skills."

"..."

Lina took a slow breath.

Then forced a smile.

"How would Young Master Julian like the massage?"

"I haven’t been sleeping well lately," Julian said casually.

He lay down on the bed and gestured toward his head.

"Massage my head."

Lina grabbed a small stool and sat beside the bed.

Her fingers gently pressed against his temples.

Her touch was surprisingly professional.

"Is this pressure okay?"

"It’s fine, it’s fine," Julian said comfortably.

Then he opened one eye.

"But I have a question for you."

"Please ask, Young Master Julian."

Julian looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"I get tired just from dribbling a basketball."

Then he turned his head and looked straight at her chest.

"But aren’t you tired from walking around all day with those big boobs?"

The room went silent.

Lina Ashford froze.

Her hands stopped for half a second.

"Even if you are tired," Julian continued thoughtfully,

"just tell me."

"It’s a small matter."

Lina slowly resumed the massage.

Her smile remained perfectly calm.

"Thank you, Young Master Julian."

But under the table—

Her fists were already clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.