Isabel.
She was wearing the same maid outfit that covered her whole body, yet it hugged all her curves perfectly. Her huge, round-shaped breasts looked soft, as if wanting to be touched, to be played with. Then held and molded however he wanted. Her waist was thin while her hips were wide. Her black high heels clicked against the marble floor.
Her black hair was tied in a perfect bun, her face, as usual, calm and serious. She was wearing glasses. There was a towel in her hand, along with a cold water bottle.
After getting close to Azael, she bent forward to meet his gaze. Gravity pulled her huge breasts downward, giving them a more alluring shape.
"Young Master, you worked hard. Please take this."
Azael's gaze remained there. He took the water bottle from her hand, opened the lid, and started to drink.
'They are heaving. I want to touch them.'
Meanwhile, unaware of his gaze and naughty thoughts, Isabel started to clean his sweat softly with the towel.
'She's nice.'
After getting to know about her from Ellire a week ago, Azael had been wondering how to approach this woman.
He really wanted to get closer to her for obvious reasons.
'Am I a bad guy? Fuck it.' He didn't care about that right now. The only reason he was restraining himself from Arista and Aeliana was because they were family. Moreover, Azael was slowly getting the real Azael's memories. They were still fragmented, not perfect.
But still very useful.
This beautiful maid's name was Isabel Walker. She had been working here for more than fifteen years.
'Damn, she's thirty-two years old. Can't believe that,' Azael thought while looking at her as she helped him.
She had been working here since Azael was four years old. At that time, she was the one who took care of him. He used to call her big sister.
Of course, as he slowly grew older, he became distant from her and the other family members.
The only one he was truly close to was his father. But he also died some years ago. From that moment, he closed himself off from others, only talking to them when needed.
As if that wasn't enough, Aeliana also didn't show much concern or love toward Azael when his father was alive. While Liana, though not bad, always ended up making him angry because of her personality, even though most of the time she was just teasing and playing.
Arista, meanwhile, was always busy with her studies and practice.
So this time, he would slowly approach her.
Yesterday, he asked her to help him with something that only she could do. She agreed without a second thought. So he called her to the training hall around this time. And she came.
"Thanks, Miss Isabel." Even though she was older than him by around twelve years, Azael started to call her by name after he got a little older. It was actually common for nobles to call their servants by name, despite the age gap.
What made Azael more surprised was that Isabel was a commoner. Mostly, the head maid position went to an experienced maid from a low-ranking noble family in such a high-ranking Duke family.
Such as women from baron or viscount families. But his father and stepmother didn't care much about one's background.
Isabel was someone who worked under the former head maid for many years, learning many things from her and becoming close to her. That gave a perfect reason for them to choose her as the next head maid.
Isabel stopped and then looked at Azael with the same gaze, though there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.
"Young Master, you don't have to thank me. Also... you can simply call me Isabel as you always do. No need to be formal. I prefer that."
At her response, Azael smiled.
"Still, thanks... and I guess if you really don't mind, I will continue to call you Isabel," he replied.
Isabel nodded in agreement. Then she decided to ask him, "What was the reason you called me? You said you need my help with something."
Azael slowly got up from the floor. After standing on his feet, he looked at her.
"Actually, I am a little tired. Can I rest for a while first?" he asked her with a sorry smile.
"Yes. You can rest for a while. You don't need to ask me," she replied politely.
Azael sat on a wooden bench in the training hall, patting the seat beside him, encouraging Isabel to sit next to him.
"Come. Sit beside me, Isabel. Don't just stand," Azael said with a smile. His face was that of an innocent man.
Isabel didn't question it. She strode toward the bench and sat beside him. Her soft, big ass pressed flat against the bench. There was some distance between them, though.
'Here goes nothing.'
Taking the chance, Azael placed the back of his head on her soft lap while lying on the long bench.
For the first time, Isabel's eyes widened in surprise.
Isabel didn't move. A little confused, she asked, "Yo-Young Master... what are you doing?" Her eyes wandered around the hall, noting that some knights were watching them in slight surprise, while others just ignored it.
A blush spread across her cheeks, turning them pink. Her eyes fell on Azael's peaceful expression... which was hard to see because of the huge size of her breasts.
"Well, I was tired... I wanted something that could help me relax a little. So I just thought... maybe I could take your lap pillow. Are you angry? Do you hate it?" Azael spoke in a kind and innocent voice, as if he hadn't done anything wrong at all. Isabel, who had bent a little so she could see Azael's face, also saw the nervousness in his expression.
Now it was her turn to feel bad. Her Young Master just wanted to rest. His intention looked pure. Also, she had known him for many years. So she was surprised to see her Young Master becoming more open with her. Maybe because he had overcome his illness now.
Meanwhile, Azael was thinking something very opposite to her.
'Hehehe. I will enjoy this.'