CHAPTER 40
The moment she turned the corner, one maid spotted her and jolted. "H—hey," she whispered loudly, elbowing the others. They stiffened instantly, eyes widening as they scrambled to straighten their posture.
The girl with the feather duster froze mid-swipe. The one with the vacuum fumbled to turn it off, her fingers trembling. Their faces went pale—not just nervous, but terrified.
As she approached the group, the first maid—hands trembling around her feather duster—managed to stammer, "G-Good noon, ma'am…"
The others echoed her instantly, voices tight with fear, each word chosen like a step on thin ice.
Rizika slowed only enough to acknowledge them. She offered a small nod, even a gentle smile—soft, polite, and nothing threatening.
She wasn't a snob. She wasn't like that in Albria, and she won't be on Earth as well.
