Chapter 463 of 622

PAID

I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince405 words~3 min read

Whether it was the lingering effects of the alcohol or the reappearance of the "Chain of Obedience," I couldn’t say. But the strange dreams I’d had since early morning had left me feeling somewhat drained today.

"Lilith, are you alright? You look a bit tired," Ethan noted, eyeing me.

"Yes, I’m fine, Master Ethan. No need to worry about me."

…Still, meeting his eyes and speaking normally felt awkward after that dream. Of all things, why did it have to be such an unforgettable dream? With this, and that odd dream of Ethan dressed as a butler, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was, perhaps, a little… unsatisfied in some way.

But still…

At least I could be relieved that none of the events from that dream had come true. If my relationship with Ethan ever twisted to that irreversible point, it would surely spell nothing but ruin. In the dream, I had been unable to free myself from Ethan, resigned to a fate as his pet. I’d worked so hard to reform him, turning him from a villain to a better person, so for me to end up as some trained slave like in the original story… would be pointless.

In a way, the dream-Ethan was like a “mild” version of the ruthless one from the original, with about 99% of his cruelty dialed back. At least he hadn’t forced me into anything with other men or animals under the guise of punishment, which was a small mercy.@@novelbin@@

…But I should remain cautious. Even though the dream wasn’t real, maybe that little “pet play” session last time had awakened something in him. Judging the real Ethan by his dream counterpart might seem strange, but there was no harm in being careful.

Who knows? Perhaps the residual powers I had as a saint could have triggered some kind of vision. After all, in the original game, Lilith, despite facing numerous forms of corruption, managed to reawaken as a saint. If such a unique ability lay dormant within me, there was even a slim chance that I, too, could regain sainthood.

At least, if I hadn’t transferred my saintly powers to Celesta, she could’ve continued down her path to becoming a saint in her own right.

And if my powers truly had resurfaced as a prophetic dream, then maybe last night’s dream wasn’t something to dismiss too lightly.

‘I should probably do a little checking.’

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