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Spring Goddess's Cabin.
Vivian looked at the plain-colored apron and sheer stockings in her hands, and asked blankly, "These two pieces are the first set?"
Photographer Miya nodded and said, "Take a proper look, this is clearly three pieces."
The stockings were a pair, which of course could also be called two.
Seeing no movement from the other side for a long while, Miya turned and walked out.
Vivian stopped her and said, "I'll change, I'll change, just give me a little time."
……
"Click"!
"Click"!
"Click"!
Vivian gritted her white teeth and said, "Do I really have to pose like this?"
Photographer Miya said, "This is art, all right? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
Vivian felt ashamed.
Miya said only one thing, "Are you taking the photo or not?"
"I'll take it... just give me a little more time, thank you for your hard work, Miya."
She remembered Lord Matthew once saying "big-chested and brainless," and that bad cow woman Vivian was a textbook example of it.
Over the three days of shooting the photo album, she hadn't even noticed that Miya was deliberately giving her a hard time.
For the G27 album, not counting duplicate sizes, there were only about 100 photos, but Vivian's album had at least 300 after selection, and just the outfits alone were changed dozens of times.
In the end, little photographer Miya pulled out her trump card, saying, "Do you know what the highest state of taking photos is?"
As a first-timer in this business, Vivian naturally had no idea.
So Miya asked and answered her own question, "Candid shots."
Vivian: (Д≡д)!?
She resisted with all her might.
But in the end, she still couldn't overpower the photographer, who held the highest authority, and in accordance with Miya's wishes, the final chapter of Spring Goddess Vivian's Super Invincible 《Photo Selection》, number G29, was completed.
Afterward, Vivian changed back into her Clear Spring Robe and asked Miya, "So this gift for Lord Matthew is finally up to standard now. When do you think Lord Matthew will have time?"
Now that she had leverage in hand, Maiden Miya became even more smug, "It was you who asked Lord Matthew for help. If you feel it's too much trouble, why not just take the photo album back?"
Vivian immediately waved her hands; she hadn't gone through all that trouble taking photos just to keep as a memento.
"I understand. In Lord Matthew's eyes, my matter is just an insignificant little thing. Three days, five days, a week—I can wait."
Miya patted her arm, "Just wait with peace of mind. I'll put in a good word for you, and the moment there's good news, I'll tell you right away."
The honest version: "Then you can just wait a week first!"
As far as Miya was concerned, the matter had come to a close for now.
Back at the Male God's Cabin, working full-time as a maid was much easier than running back and forth between the two places.
Sometimes, when Lord Matthew was in a good mood, he would even have her keep him company playing games for a while. Although Miya's gaming skill was terribly low, the kind-hearted Lord Matthew never got angry about it.
In the blink of an eye, three more days passed.
Their life was very peaceful.
That day, Miya was in the kitchen doing her daily routine of washing vegetables, cutting them, and cooking, when suddenly a knock sounded at the door.
"Pia pia pia"~
"Only three days and you already can't hold back, is that it?"
Little maid Miya sneered, called out an answer, wiped her hands, and went to open the door.
The door opened.
No one was there.
"Who's playing a prank?"
From somewhere lower down opposite her came, "Woof woof woof!"
A scrawny black-furred Shar Pei dog dashed forward at lightning speed, rushed to Matthew's feet as he watched TV in the living room, and clamped onto his ankle, refusing to let go.
"Woof woof, woof woof woof, woof woof woof woof!"
A dog can only "woof," but this black dog wailed and wept while "woofing," crying its heart out and howling endlessly—it looked exactly like Miya had, back when she'd returned from the Water Blue World.
A sudden sense of crisis.
Thankfully, it was a male dog.
But this was no ordinary dog—one could tell from its eyes that its intelligence was no weaker than a human's.
Thinking about it, that made sense; how could a dog kept by Lord Matthew possibly be ordinary?
Right after, an intense sense of crisis struck again—this black Shar Pei dog was secretly observing Miya.
The black-and-white little maid, looking cute, put both hands behind her back and said sweetly, "Lord Matthew, can I play games with you a little longer today?"
Matthew, on the sofa, glanced at Little Black Sand Dog with obvious disdain and replied, "Some other day. I've been playing too many games lately, I'm a bit tired of it."
"Mm-hm, mm-hm." A little maid who cooked rice had no right to be picky.
The black dog's gaze, as it looked over, instantly changed.
Heh heh heh heh, you little thing, you think I can't deal with you?!
Miya returned to the kitchen, Matthew went on reading his book, and Little Black Hages quietly followed her in.
On the cutting board, various vegetables lay in sections and shreds—Miya's cooking skills had improved yet again.
From behind her came, "You're not of the Human Race, and you're not a goddess either. You come from the Demon Realm."
Hearing this, Miya was stunned for a moment, but instantly composed herself, "So what if I am? As long as Lord Matthew dotes on me for even one day, I wouldn't suffer the slightest harm even if I went back to the Demon Realm."
"As for you, although I don't know when you started following Lord Matthew, it must have been later than me. As a new dog, I thought my warning just now would be enough, but it seems I overestimated your intelligence."
Having said that, Miya walked calmly and composedly into the living room and reported, "Lord Matthew, your dog stole a piece of meat and ate it."
Little Black Sand Dog: "……"
"Whoosh"!
Hages went flying, and by the time he came back, it was already noon.
Before the theft incident, Lord Matthew would sometimes reward him with a meat bone.
Not today.
Not only was there no bone, there wasn't even dog food.
Taking advantage of Matthew not paying attention, he bared his teeth at Miya and said, "I am—!..."
Miya flashed to Matthew's side in an instant and reported, "Lord Matthew, your dog just spoke human words."
Little Black: "……"
"Whoosh"!
And then it was the second day.
Facts proved that to get by well here, Lord Matthew's favor truly was the most important thing.
No matter how much Hages schemed and calculated, Miya needed only one move—"reporting"—to torment him, once an S-rank Demon King, to the point of near death.
Mainly, it was Matthew who wanted to torment him; if he hadn't been so bored as to go stealing clothes, Old Lady Hera wouldn't have been jumping around so much lately.
In recent days, the old lady had been calling for Matthew almost three times a day, just like three meals.
And compared to Hages, little maid Miya was obedient and well-behaved, and her cooking was delicious too—it was no surprise Matthew favored her over him.
In the end, the Black Demon King was tormented into submission.
At the same time, unable to bear Mother Goddess Hera's endless mutterings, Matthew teleported to the Divine Tree Space.
"Old lady, are you ever going to stop?"
Standing in front of the rocking chair, Matthew said impatiently.
Hera, once again fiddling with her yarn, said, "If you're willing to go to the Demon Realm and kill the Demon Lord, I promise I won't bother you again from today onward."
Matthew said, "Then you might as well keep bothering me. I have zero interest in fighting and killing."
Mother Goddess Hera responded with an expression that said, "Just as I expected."
Even weak little Miya could tell that Matthew had killed many demon kings before—how could Hera not know that clearly?
Moreover, a fair portion of Matthew's killings had been orchestrated by Hera herself.
"If you've got something to say, say it quickly. If not, I'm leaving." Matthew said.
"Fine."
Old Lady Hera held up three fingers—this time, it was multiple choice.
"Little Yue is secretly locked in a contest with the Dark Great Demon King of the Demon Realm. I hope you can help her."
"Little Angela is about to head to a Different World. Her personality is too extreme, and I'm worried, so I hope you can help her."
"Lastly, there's Little Vivian. She just took on an Assessment Mission and is expected to set out sometime this week. She's a good child, and I hope you can help her."
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