Dawn Walker Novel Chapter 306: Bat Bat Broke the House IV

Chapter 306: 306: Bat Bat Broke the House IV

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One of the maids holding the right arm nearly let go from shock. "That is Bat Bat?"

Another, the one covering Bat Bat’s chest with the sheet and a pillow in confused desperation, looked down at what she was covering and then imdiately looked away again with a violent blush.

A third maid whispered, in horrified disbelief, "But Bat Bat is small."

Bat Bat, still half pinned and wrapped in bed linen like a captured scandal, snapped at once, "I poticed laces."

That voice did it. The room changed.

Because yes, the body was different. Shockingly different. Entirely, offensively different. But the voice, the tone, the impossible offended authority in mumbles, that was Bat Bat.

Unmistakably. Terribly. Perfectly Bat Bat.

One maid gasped and slapped both hands over her own mouth. Another made a tiny choking sound and turned her face toward the wall because she did not know where respectable eyes were supposed to go in this situation.

The maid holding Bat Bat’s mouth slowly loosened her grip in disbelief.

Bat Bat imdiately bit her palm. The maid yelped and let go.

"Do not cover my mouth," Bat Bat shouted. "I was making excellent points before this injustice."

The first maid looked at Bat Bat again with dawning recognition and imdiate emotional whiplash. "You bit ."

Bat Bat looked furious that this was apparently the part being discussed. "Because you covered my mouth."

One of the older maids, who had arrived second and had been holding Bat Bat’s left arm with the grim resolve of a woman prepared to defend her young master from all shaless won, slowly loosened her grip and said, "It really is her?"

"No," another maid muttered weakly, still half in denial. "It only sounds like her."

Bat Bat glared at her. "Who else in this house do you know with this much natural intelligence?"

That settled it further. Because yes. No one else would say that.

The maids’ expressions shifted all at once, but not into calm. Into a completely new kind of chaos.

Shock remained. Scandal remained.

But now confusion joined them, and embarrassnt, and a kind of helpless, outraged wonder.

One maid looked as if she wanted to cry from sheer overload. "Why is she naked?"

Bat Bat drew herself up under the sheet with what dignity she could salvage. "I have also been asking that question."

Another maid, face blazing red, turned to Sekht and then imdiately regretted it because that only made the whole scene worse sohow. "Young Master, she was on top of you."

Bat Bat answered before he could. "Yes. I was being affectionate."

Three maids gasped at once.

One of them actually stumbled backward and knocked into another.

Bat Bat continued, "I wanted to do what the master did with Lady Lily."

The maid with the pillow looked ready to throw it directly at Bat Bat’s face just on principle.

That nearly started a second wave of chaos all by itself.

The first maid made a wounded noise. "You cannot say things like that."

Bat Bat looked personally offended by the criticism. "Why not. It was a clear statent."

The oldest maid in the group shut her eyes for one second and murmured, "This morning is cursed."

Another maid, the one still clutching Bat Bat’s ankle, looked close to tears. "I thought a shaless woman had broken in."

Bat Bat’s head snapped toward her. "I am not shaless. I am newly large."

That was such a perfectly useless defense that even the maid looked stunned by it.

Then ca the other shift.

Now that the maids truly believed it was Bat Bat, they could not maintain the exact sa kind of outrage. They knew her. They had fed her. Scolded her. Heard her argue with grammar and fruit and shadows and hallway rules. Seeing her transford into a grown woman did not remove the familiarity. It made it worse.

One maid finally whispered the thought all of them were trying not to think.

"She is... pretty."

The room froze again.

Bat Bat looked pleased for half a second.

Elena closed her eyes for one second.

Then opened them again and said, "Release her arms. Cover her properly. First dress her."

The maids hesitated only long enough to make sure they had heard correctly.

Then Elena looked at them, and everyone rembered discipline.

At once the maids straightened, adjusted the sheet more properly, stopped staring quite so openly, and tried to force their faces back into sothing useful.

It failed only partly.

Because now they were not just dealing with a pervert girl.

They were dealing with Bat Bat in a grown woman’s body.

Which was sohow much more dangerous

Then they obeyed.

Not gracefully. Not with complete trust. But obedience in Dawn House beat scandal every ti once Elena’s tone turned to iron.

Sheets were gathered around Bat Bat like captured clouds. One maid wrapped them around her shoulders. Another tucked the edge over her chest in a way that was more defensive than respectful. Two released her legs. One still looked as if she had been personally betrayed by the existence of adult bat won.

Bat Bat, now able to speak properly, did so imdiately and with all the fury of a creature denied what she considered rightful romantic advancent.

"You all interrupted ," she declared. "I was progressing with my master."

Three maids gasped at once.

One looked ready to faint.

Elena’s gaze fell on Bat Bat.

That was enough.

Bat Bat stopped mid-rant.

Not because she wanted to.

Because even in a new body, new voice, and new human scale, so instincts remained healthy.

Elena said, "You will go down stairs and dress now."

Bat Bat opened her mouth.

Elena’s expression did not change.

Bat Bat closed it.

Then, in a much smaller tone than before, she said, "Yes."

"Go."

The maids, now partly recovered and fully afla with gossip-starved horror.

Now that Elena gave the order the second ti, the maids moved quickly.

Not as aggressively as before, but not with trust either.