Seeing Eros's thoroughly helpless expression, Lady Florica refrained from pursuing the previous topic any further, instead asking:
"I heard Your Highness hired two personal maids?"
There was nothing worth hiding about this question, so Eros provided a straightforward answer:
"Yes!"
"I heard they happen to be a mother and daughter?" As Florica spoke, her gaze rested upon Eros, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a deeply meaningful smile.
Eros let out a slightly embarrassed cough. Though he didn't verbally answer, his reaction was a default confirmation.
"How does it feel?" Seeing Eros implicitly acknowledge it, Lady Florica asked with a double meaning.
Is that really something that can be said out loud? Eros felt a headache coming on. Why was it that every single time he chatted with Lady Florica, she was always dropping subtle innuendos?
Seeing that Eros didn't answer, Lady Florica didn't mind either, continuing with a beaming smile:
"Does Your Highness need me to help discipline and train them a bit?"
Eros blinked his eyes, then turned his gaze toward Irina.
Irina said in a calm, flat tone: "I have no objection. Giving her something to do is fine too, saving her from letting her mind wander into random nonsensical thoughts just because she's too idle every day."
But for Lady Florica to do that kind of thing...
Wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?
However, seeing that even Irina had no objections, Eros simply let them do as they pleased—after all, he was the one benefiting in the end.
Meanwhile, Isabella and Angelica had no idea that their master had just found them a teacher.
Isabella was currently packing and arranging things. Earlier, she had carried the blankets, bedsheets, and linen to the laundry room for the washerwomen to clean, and now she needed to carry fresh blankets and sheets into the room to remake the bed.
Going from an exalted Empress to someone else's maid certainly came with a bit of a psychological gap.
Fortunately, Isabella could accept it all. After all, she no longer had to worry about being suddenly sacrificed to an abyssal evil god.
In the past, she used to worry that the exposure of the Night lineage might drag her down as well.
Yet later, after learning that Eros had actually managed to become a Son of God within the Church, she stopped worrying entirely.
After all, he was already a Son of God—what on earth was there left to worry about!
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At that very moment, she completely reined in any other stray thoughts in her heart, preparing to comfortably fulfill her role as a maid.
Someone who could be called a Son of God would undoubtedly become a titan in the extraordinary world in the future.
To be a maid to such an existence was, without exaggeration, an honor.
Not to mention Eros was a Son of God with Elven blood. If he successfully advanced to a high-sequence existence in the future, retaining her youth forever would probably be a trivial matter for him!
Because of this, Isabella was not only free of discontent toward her identity as a maid, but was instead filled with joy—especially after noticing that Eros lusted after her body.
Humming a soft, melodious tune, Isabella carried the blankets and walked through the corridor with light, breezy steps.
Right at that moment, a figure stepped out from the turn ahead. Upon seeing the person coming, Isabella immediately halted, calling out respectfully:
"My Lady!"
The newcomer was none other than Estelle. Seeing this "Evelyn" whose face closely resembled Isabella's, Estelle's eyes instinctively flicked toward her lips.
Promptly withdrawing her gaze, her face calm, she gave a soft response and walked past.
Watching Estelle's departing figure as they crossed paths, Isabella felt a trace of envy in truth.
Ignoring demeanor and looking strictly at physical appearance, Estelle really looked no different from an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.
The reason behind this was, without a doubt, the power of her new master.
Letting out a soft breath, Isabella continued forward holding the blankets. Before long, she should be able to regain her youth as well.
After finishing his conversation with Lady Florica, Eros returned to the living room.
Inside, Estelle—sitting upright on the sofa—raised her eyes to glance at Eros before lowering her head once more to page through the book in her hands.
Undine leaned into Estelle's embrace, reading the book before them alongside her mother. Upon seeing Eros walk in, however, Undine blinked her eyes and said:
"Let's go to the theater to watch an opera this afternoon! Yesterday while shopping, I seemed to see a promo for a new opera performing today—the name was something like The Tea-Selling Girl."
Eros sat down right beside Undine, saying in annoyance:
"It's called The Tea Girl. It tells the story of a girl of humble origin falling in love with a young viscount."
Seeing Eros sit down next to her, Undine curled her legs up onto Eros's lap while muttering:
"Then didn't she meet that viscount precisely because she was selling tea? Is there anything wrong with me calling her the tea-selling girl?"
Hearing Undine's reasoning, Eros was amused. He nudged his chin toward Estelle and said:
"Your daughter!"
Estelle pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling both helpless and exasperated as she explained:
"She doesn't sell tea, she is..."
At this point, Estelle suddenly froze, a blush creeping onto her pretty face. She then spoke in annoyance:
"In the study, on the leftmost bookshelf, second shelf, seventh book—the title is The Tea Girl. Go read it yourself!"
Undine said with a reluctant look on her small face: "Can't we just watch the opera directly this afternoon?"
A look of amusement appeared on Eros's face: "Back when we had literature classes in the family, you spent every single day slacking off. Now you don't even know the contents of a classic like this."
As he spoke, Eros reached out, pinching Undine's cheek and tugging it. Undine flew into a rage, instantly biting down hard on Eros's finger.
Eros pulled his finger out from Undine's mouth, and looking at the saliva on it, he wiped his finger on Estelle's clothes with a look of slight disgust.
Estelle: "= ="
"You actually dare to be disgusted by me!" Discovering Eros's action, Undine burst into a fury, kicking her legs toward Eros.
Seeing her lawless daughter, Estelle took a deep breath.
Seemingly sensing that something was wrong, Undine instantly quieted down.
Eros snickered: "Go on, why aren't you continuing?"
Undine gave a cold snort: "I'm the elder sister, I won't lower myself to your level."
At this point, Undine turned her face around and acted coquettishly toward Estelle:
"Mom~ can we go directly down to watch the opera, please!"
Eros curled his lip, pouring cold water on her idea: "There's a banquet tonight, and the opera starts at four in the afternoon. Which means if we go watch the opera, we won't make it to the banquet."