The woman coming toward him was really attractive. She looked like she was in her late twenties, wearing a Victorian-style full maid uniform. But alas, it couldn't hide her curves well.
Her dark black hair was tied in a perfect bun. Her eyes were of a similar black color. Her expression was strict and serious. Black-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. Her skin was fair and smooth.
What drew Azael's attention the most was her breasts. They were massive. The maid outfit fully held them in a perfect shape. The crisp white apron tied tight over those magnificent peaks only made them look more dramatic: two perfect, upthrust hemispheres framed like an offering. The gentle bounce of each step made them slightly jiggle.
Her waist was thin. But below, her hips flare wide and unapologetic, rolling with a slow, hypnotic rhythm that made the long black skirt whisper filthy promises against her thighs.
'Now that's what you call a sexy milf maid… why are there so many hot ladies here?' Azael thought. Yet his expression remained calm. His eyes glance at her soft two peaks from time to time.
When they got closer, the woman with the strict expression stopped. She bowed respectfully to Azael.
"Greetings, Young Master Azael. Glad to see you are doing fine." Her tone was respectful.
Azael had no idea what her name was. He should have asked Ellire about all the servants.
Azael gave her a nod.
"Thank you for worrying about me… I didn't see you yesterday. Where were you?" Azael asked. He was curious about this familiar woman.
Though he had just awakened in this body yesterday, he hadn't seen her anywhere in the house. It was the first time seeing someone like her. How could he miss such a beauty?
Azael had roamed the whole palace the previous day with Ellire.
The maid, who was now standing straight and no longer bowing, looked at Azael.
"I was on leave yesterday, Young Master," the maid replied.
Azael nodded. Just as he was about to speak with her further, another person came from behind him.
"Young Master Azael, you are here." It was Ellire's voice.
Then her eyes fell on the mature maid, and she bowed lightly. Not like how she did when greeting Azael or his family, just a normal one to show respect.
"Mrs. Walker. You came back."
Mrs. Walker nodded.
"Yes, I just came back." Then, turning to Azael, she said, "Young Master, if you don't have any orders, please allow me to take my leave."
Azael wanted to talk with this lady, but this was not the time. "Yes. You can go."
Bowing one last time to Azael, she left. Her wide hips and curvy ass swayed hypnotically, drawing Azael's gaze. Her black high heels clicked against the floor.
"Young Master, I will also take my leave—" Ellire also tried to follow her, but Azael stopped her before that.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder like a friend. But right now, there was a fishy smile on his face.
"So, my dear Ellire, why don't you tell me more about Mrs. Walker?" he asked in a friendly way.
Ellire blushed at first from her young master's touch. But seeing his smile made her shudder.
As if he had decided to do something very bad.
She gulped down her saliva. She was a little confused about why he suddenly asked about Mrs. Walker.
But then again, she didn't want to make a noble young master angry.
Despite the old Azael never bullying any servant, he was never good to them either. He had always been kind of sour toward them.
But the current Azael looked more friendly, yet more shady.
So she started telling him about Mrs. Walker, everything she knew about her.
She didn't know why, but she felt like she was doing something wrong. As if she was doing something very wrong.
'Sorry, Mrs. Walker,' she apologized to the maid in her thoughts.
Of course she still forgot to give some information in hurry.
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Azael sat in the garden of the palace. It was beautiful and peaceful. Despite it being near noon, the breeze was cold.
"Sigh…" Azael exhaled softly. His black hair swayed with the breeze.
His thoughts slowly turned toward the power system of this world and how weak he was.
In this world, the power system was different compared to Azael's last world.
Here, every person possessed mana from the moment they were born. But it simply flowed in the body like energy without any control over it, like blood.
Slowly, as a human or other being grew older, they could gradually control that energy.
Some might learn it early, while some might take much more time. Though the average age was said to be twelve, when most children were able to form a core. It had a black color and was situated at the dantian of one's body. The first core was black, while the highest level, which was the seventh stage, possessed a white-colored core—the sign of purity.
It was very easy to form a black core. Even the late Azael was able to form it… but at the age of fourteen, which was considered very late.
His mana flow had been very weak since childhood, which caused some problems with his body while growing. That was also the reason why he was so weak and frail, fainting from time to time.
It was a miracle that he was able to reach the black core stage.
'Well, it's good for me anyway. I can grow without any problem.'
Then his thoughts slowly turned to the familiar-looking maid. It must have been the original Azael. He must have known her well, that's why he felt like that.
'Damn, she was amazing… Arista and Aeiliana… they are already too much… I need to control myself around them… but that doesn't go for Mrs. Walker… I don't need to hold myself back,' he thought as a foolish smile formed on his face.