Chapter 97 : Yes, For a Lifeti
After answering the question, Eve raised a hand to cover her mouth, narrowed her left eye, and lazily yawned. Not because she was sleepy—only because she was bored.
She truly was not suited for lively gatherings like this. The laughter and chatter of the guests sounded nothing but noisy to her.
Soon, however, her attention was caught by the girl still staring directly at her. Not wishing to bother, she simply turned her body to the left.
Mia blinked, then walked in front of her again, tilting her head up and staring without speaking, showing no sense of distance at all.
What did this an?
Eve turned again; Mia followed again. After several rounds, they had rotated a full circle twice, stubborn as a mule.
Eve finally stopped and looked down at the persistent girl. “Why are you staring at ?”
“Because I want to talk to you.”
“Then just talk…?”
Mia lowered her head slightly as if thinking, then lifted it again and nodded. “You are right.”
“……”
Now Eve found herself speechless. The person before her felt like a child who had not yet developed awareness—aside from body size, her mind lacked the capacity for this kind of interaction.
Did the Church inject the dicine into her brain?
Forget it… dealing with this kind of person was aningless. Besides, she was not a little girl. Over one and a half ters already counted as grown.
With that thought, Eve intended to rest with closed eyes—only for the other party to speak again.
Even more unexpectedly, Mia raised a finger and pointed close to Eve’s ample chest, asking in pure curiosity, “Why is yours so big…? Master said mine is too small and uncomfortable to knead.”
After saying this, she withdrew her hand and held her own barely ford chest seriously.
After comparing—and realizing the difference was insurmountable—a faint disappointnt appeared on her face.
It could not be said Mia had nothing, only that it was not obvious.
“I do not know,” Eve replied expressionlessly.
“Can I touch yours?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Eve did not answer. She took a slow breath, half-lowered her eyelids, and looked as though life had lost aning. If she could…
She really wanted to tell her to keep quiet. But since they were both maids, and setting aside their sensitive origins, she chose not to argue.
Just then, a servant carrying a tray passed by, holding several delicate pudding desserts. Eve quickly took one and straightened the small silver fork stuck into it.
Before Mia could speak again, she handed it to her.
Mia froze, neither taking it nor speaking—only looking between the pudding and Eve.
Eve extended her hand a little further.
“Tsk… eat it.”
Only then did Mia accept it. She seed about to say sothing but instead scooped a small piece and ate it, blinking.
“Sweet.”
“Mm.”
“Do you like sweets?”
“Average.”
“I like them.” She took another bite, then suddenly rembered sothing. “You still have not said why I cannot touch.”
Even food could not stop her talking. Eve closed her eyes and slowly exhaled. “Because it is mine.”
“Mine too, but Master touched mine.”
A truly chanical logic—her reasoning self-contained, emotional awareness like a cucumber, producing only baffling statents.
Eve spoke little, yet her mind was not empty. She possessed ordinary emotions and desires; she simply did not express them.
“That is your matter and unrelated to . Please do not speak to
again,” she said, turning away to end the conversation.
Mia held the pudding and stood there, watching Eve’s tall back. She did not understand why she could not talk, quietly eating while never moving her gaze from Eve.
The sweetness lted on her tongue, yet she still thought about the question.
So why not?
Master let her touch…
……
anwhile, on the other side, the smokeless battlefield continued.
The sisters, who initially refused to yield, now sat together, their gazes jumping back and forth between Mia and Eve.
They still talked endlessly, only the topic had changed.
Baifuli pursed her lips and suddenly asked, “Tell your sister honestly—do you have a relationship with that… what was her na… oh, Eve?”
“What relationship could I have with her?” Vivian replied quickly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and retorted, “You think everyone is like you?”
“Giving yourself to anyone casually—do not end up spreading diseases and disgusting others.”
“Eh~ not at all. That is too harsh,” Baifuli said confidently, pointing at Mia. “I only gave myself to this one. So is there really no relationship?”
“I said no. Are you deaf?”
Baifuli did not argue. Instead, she smiled aningfully and stared at Vivian as though piercing through her.
Vivian knew she was being watched and grew guilty, unable to et her gaze. Her eyes wandered, and her ears reddened.
“…Not yet.”
“Oh~”
That teasing smile looked utterly irritating to Vivian. She muttered gloomily, “Forget it. I still hate you.”
“Do not be like that. Your sister knows she was wrong. I will not laugh anymore,” Baifuli apologized quickly, afraid their fragile bridge of communication would collapse again.
She examined the personal maid nad Eve once more, but Mia blocked her view as if stealing attention.
Ignoring it, she spoke sincerely to her sister, “You have grown up. If you truly favor soone, your sister is genuinely happy for you.”
“What are you saying now?”
“Do not rush to deny it.” Baifuli placed a finger before her lips and continued earnestly, “I said before—you are terrible at lying. Even as a child, a small movent revealed what you wanted… ah, wait, do not hit—”
She hurriedly caught the clawing hand, sighing inwardly. Her sister was wonderful in every way except for her quick temper—though admittedly adorable.
“Ahem… listen. Let us set aside status differences. How do you view her?”
The question silenced Vivian, though she already had an answer. She still believed firmly it could be done.
Instead of replying directly, she repeated her earlier question.
“How did you train her?”
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