The splendid royal palace, behind which is the imperial palace. A space only for the imperial family.
A place where only individuals whose identity has been confirmed, including butlers, maids, knights, as well as coachmen and gardeners, can enter and work.
"You have arrived, Master."
"Uh"
Turning my head towards where the voice came from, I saw a person with ash-gray hair, a neatly groomed beard, and standing poker straight.
A butler who has served the previous emperor and the current emperor exclusively. A person who, upon the death of the previous emperor and after the succession ceremony, was recognized for their lifelong service to the previous emperor and promoted from Baron to Viscount. It was Butler Cern.
More than that, in the palace, they call me Master.
"Didn't I tell you once before? You smell and you're grubby and dirty, so shower... Ah, our slave has probably never washed by herself much, so assign two or three people and make sure she's properly washed."
"Yes, I understand."
"And although she's a slave, she was previously a 'Duke's Daughter', so treat her with a little courtesy. That way, it seems it will be more interesting."
"I understand. I will also educate the other servants."
At the Emperor's look, as if telling me to follow the butler, I followed the butler walking ahead, covering my important parts with my hands.
In shame, I'm so embarrassed, I want to hide somewhere.
Does Butler Cern not know such feelings? Even the memory of seeing him at the previous Emperor's ascension ceremony last year remains in Eltel's memory.
After walking for a few minutes, Butler Cern opened a slightly large door, beckoned me to enter, and when I stepped through that door,
"A Turkish bath?"
Along with a large tub, giant marble lion statues were spouting hot water. It was a Turkish bath.
I've only seen things like this in Japanese AV.
"As per the Master's instructions, we will assign two exclusive maids to ensure you have no difficulty showering."
"Also, both clothing and meals are prepared, so after showering, please put on the clothes given by the maid and open the door, and I will guide you to where you need to go."
"I will be waiting outside, so you only need to open the door."
After saying a few words, Butler Cern quietly closed the door and left.
Is it okay to just leave me alone like this? What if I take this opportunity to escape? Well, I probably can't escape anyway.
Since the black choker around my neck likely doesn't just have one black magic spell blocking the flow of mana.
While I was touching the choker around my neck with my hand, the door to the Turkish bath burst open.
"We have come upon the instruction of Butler Cern."
"We will assist you so that there is no discomfort."
Maid girls in simple attire, one with long brown straight hair and the other with short orange hair, bowed towards me, then grabbed my arms and tried to lay me down on the shower bench.
As I was a slave who couldn't escape anyway, I just entrusted my body to the maid girls and lay down on the shower bench.
The maids adjusted the water temperature to be moderately warm and then sprayed my body with the showerhead. The water temperature was so good, my body relaxed. As the dirty foreign substances like dust and dirt from escaping were washed away, I felt how much Eltel had suffered up until now.
Eltel's suffering was in vain as I was captured within a day of transmigrating. More than that, it's a fantasy setting, but a showerhead? What a truly ridiculous novel setting. Truly absurd and nonsensical world-building. Magic and aura exist, and in a novel set in a fantasy world, modern civilization items like shampoo and body wash, as well as plumbing and showerheads, exist. Truly, what a fucked-up world-building, my friend.
With such random thoughts, I entrusted my entire body to the maid girls.
The maid girls washed my hair with various solutions, then rinsed it with water, and then soaped my body, massaging it little by little.
I had almost never been washed by someone else like this before transmigrating, but ignoring such memories, I naturally entrusted my body to these girls, lifting my arms and straightening my legs for the maid girls, just as if someone usually washed me.
Where does this naturalness come from?
Mana and sword skills... if I just think about them, no, they just come out truly naturally.
The world I was in naturally had no mana, and it wasn't a world where sword skills were emphasized, and I must be using them for the first time.
Is this the power of transmigration? Things like this. I don't really know.
Now Eltel must be 'me', right? Yes, that's how it is.
Still, no matter how natural it felt, it was a little embarrassing for maids I'd never seen before to see my naked body and lather it with soap.
Especially when they touched my breasts to wash the underside, lifted my arms to wash my armpits, and spread my legs to show my soft-haired skin and lathered it.
Already, the number of people who have seen my breasts, crotch, butt, and armpits is increasing.
Instead of me spreading myself like this, it would be better if I was the one washing Eltel.
Eltel's breasts, crotch, butt, and armpits.
They were really pretty.
Probably if a girl like this were a slave, someone would look at her breasts, crotch, butt, and armpits every night and enjoy themselves by thrusting their dick into every hole.
But that's me.
Truly harsh, my friend.
Did I do something that wrong?
I wonder how long I was thinking. The maids lifted my body and put me into the tub.
The warm water, felt after a long time, relaxed my muscles as if melting my whole body.
Thinking about it, who could that giant have been?
Someone not in Eltel's mind, no, was he even human?
I couldn't even see his face inside the helmet.
Couldn't that also be a type of black magic?
Come to think of it. It probably is.
A person who, with overwhelming force that freezes Eltel's hand, doesn't even feel pain and counterattacks.
Something like that can't possibly exist.
There is no one with such abilities in Eltel's memory either.
Furthermore, I haven't even read the novel, so I don't know.
While I was soaking in the hot water, thinking about this and that, the maid girls took me out of the tub and dried my entire body with towels.
The towels are fluffy. Are they 40-count towels?
While having such random thoughts, the maids dressed me in front of a large mirror... Huh?
"What is this?"
The clothes the maids showed me and were trying to put on me were very abnormal.
Black stockings and a garter belt.
Black thin and small panties.
A top that barely covers the nipples.
And an apron with an attached piece that slightly covers the panties.
An abnormally small and highly revealing maid outfit.
Clothes that make me think perhaps couples might wear them for an event on Christmas or Halloween.
"Isn't that prostitute clothes?"
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
"It is His Imperial Majesty's command."
"As we are but mere maids, we ask for your understanding."
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
There isn't even a skirt.
Even just walking around, my panties are completely visible?
Is this clothes?
What is this apron?
Crotch peek-a-boo apron?
My mind is reeling.
"Is there... is there any other clothes...?"
"As it is His Majesty's command, we ask for your understanding."
"His Majesty specifically. Ordered us to put this outfit on you."
The maids' firm expressions and tone made me freeze even more.
Can this even be called clothes?
Didn't humanity evolve in order to wear clothes?
If I'm going to wear clothes that are fucking. fuckingfucking revealing like this, why the hell did we evolve?
Why didn't we just grow fluffy fur like other mammals?
Grow fluffy fur?
Then are bald people the pinnacle of human evolution?
I don't think that's the case.
Black stockings, panties, garter belt set. And as I looked at the crotch peek-a-boo apron and nipple-covering top, while my mind was gone, the maids had already started putting on
the clothes, the maid outfit, no, the prostitute outfit, one by one.
First, the black panties.
The area of the panties is small, it feels scary as if it might dig into my crotch if I move even a little. Does this properly cover the labia majora?
Second, the black stockings.
The texture of the stockings felt strange, sending shivers down my spine.
Third, the garter belt and the suspender straps.
The straps that are layered over the panties and the garter belt connecting to the stockings looked extremely sexy.
Fourth, the top that barely covers the nipples, with the attached crotch peek-a-boo apron.
The top pressing down on Eltel's large breasts barely covered the nipples, making it look extremely sexy, and the apron that barely covered the crotch, no, the panties, created
lewd, no, lascivious thoughts.
Lastly, black long gloves and a pure white headband with an attached frill.
Looking in the mirror, I saw a single prostitute standing there, with a bright red face and wearing a crotch peek-a-boo apron that barely covered my body's important parts.
I'm crazy, I'm crazy.
These are not clothes a slave wears.
Not even a slave wears clothes like this.
I'd rather be naked and just wrap myself in animal skin.
This isn't even a maid outfit.
You guys are wearing normal things.
This isn't a slave.
This is just a prostitute, just a sex slave.
"Butler Cern, preparations are complete."
At the words of the brown-haired girl, Butler Cern burst open the Turkish bath door and looked at me from head to toe, as if evaluating me.
"Huh."
Butler Cern's short utterance told me what I looked like to others, what kind of situation this was.
"Alright, you maids have worked hard. You may rest now."
"Yes."
"I understand."
After exchanging brief greetings, the maids left the Turkish bath, and only I and Butler Cern remained in the Turkish bath.
"Now that you are ready, let us go to the Master's chambers."
"Uh, uh, where are we going????"
"The chambers. The chambers."
Ah. This is really fucked.