It had officially been a year, so Albion was finally 7, and he still trained with Spell Code with Magic and Sir Lyrios in sword training, as his sword skills were improving
But finally, he met the last two maids assigned to him, by his father who came back from training with their mothers's
One was a much younger, humanoid dragonmaid with a cheerful and mischievous demeanour. She has short, sky-blue hair with rounded bangs that frame her face, and striking golden eyes that give her a lively expression. A small pair of dragon horns protrudes from the top of her head, accompanied by long, pointed dragon ears. Behind her extends a fluffy, deep indigo dragon tail with lighter shading at the tip, emphasising her draconic nature.
She wears a dragonmaid uniform styled as a maid outfit with kimono influences. The outfit consists of a purple and white layered dress with wide kimono sleeves, decorated with black and white trim. Over this, she wears a frilled white apron tied with a large bow at the back. Her gloves and stockings match her blue-purple colour scheme, and her overall look combines the elegance of a maid with the fantastical dragon theme. She was probably two years younger than Albion
[Insert image of Laundry Dragon Maid]
The other, also a child like him, seemed a bit too excited She has long, flowing pink hair that cascades down her back in soft waves, adorned with curled side locks and small horn-like protrusions near her head. Her gentle violet eyes convey warmth and kindness, paired with a soft smile.
Her uniform takes inspiration from a nurse's outfit, blending it with dragonmaid aesthetics. She wears a white and pink dress with red accents, buttons, and a ribbon bow at the collar. A matching nurse cap rests on her head, completing the medical motif. Her outfit is accented by dragon features, including clawed gloves, a pair of wings, and a slender, scaled tail. She is often shown carrying a book, further emphasising her role as the responsible, healing presence in the household.
[Insert image of Nurse DragonMaid]
Albion blinked.
Because for the first time in a year, two brand-new Dragonmaids were standing in front of him—clearly kids like him, but already carrying themselves like tiny professionals.
The pink-haired girl stepped forward first, bowing with perfect posture despite her nurse hat nearly slipping off.
"Pleasure to meet you, Young Master."
Her voice was soft, polite, and far too formal for someone who looked like she still needed nap time.
"I am Nasary. I will be your healer. And this is my sister, Laundry—she will be responsible for cleaning your clothes."
Laudry looked absolutely thrilled to meet him—maybe too thrilled.
Her tail wagged like an excited puppy as she bounced closer. "Hi!! I'm Laudry! I'll take amazing care of all your clothes! Even the ones you ruined during training!! Especially those!!"
Albion blinked.
Were her eyes… sparkling with enthusiasm at the idea of stains?
Before he could respond, Nasary stepped forward and gently tugged Laudry back by the collar. "Please don't overwhelm the young Master in the first ten seconds."
Laudry still excited looked at him."I wasn't overwhelming! I was being welcoming!!"
Nasary deadpan just spoke. "You tried to sniff his sleeves."
Laudry froze.
Albion slowly looked down at his sleeves, horrified.
Laudry looked away like a guilty cat.
And then—it began.
Trying to act normal, Laudry gave Albion a formal bow.
Except…
Her tail smacked the table behind her.
Which knocked a cup of potion-infused tea directly off the edge.
Which then smashed onto Albion's tunic—the one he JUST got from his father.
Laudry gasped as if someone had stabbed her. "NOOOOO!!! NOT THE FABRIC!! I— I CAN FIX IT!"
She lunged forward to pat the stain.
Except instead of patting gently…
She accidentally cast a minor cleaning spell without focusing.
The tunic instantly began to foam.
Albion stared as bubbles consumed him up to the chest.
Nasary placed a hand on her face. "Laudry… why are you like this?"
Laudry: "THIS IS FINE!! I JUST NEED TO ADD WATER!!"
Albion yalled a bit. "PLEASE DON'T ADD WATER—"
Too late. Laudry grabbed the nearest water pitcher and dumped it all on him.
The foam EXPANDED.
Like a monster.
Or a washing-machine apocalypse.
Albion disappeared entirely inside a mountain of bubbles.
Nasary, trying to fix her sister's mistake, rushed in with medical magic. "Don't worry, young Master—I'll clean this up properly!"
She cast Purify.
Which, technically, did work.
It purified everything in a three-meter radius.
The bubbles vanished.
The potion splatter vanished.
Albion's tunic vanished.
…Because it was technically "dirty."
Albion stood there, shirtless, looking like someone had just stolen his dignity.
Laudry gasped again.
Nasary froze.
Silence.
Then Laudry whispered. "…Nasary, you stripped the young Master."
Nasary gasped as she looked at Albion. "I AM SO SORRY—PLEASE DON'T TELL YOUR FATHER—"
Albion sighed.
Deeply.
Anciently.
Like a tired grown man trapped in a seven-year-old body. "This… seems like the beginning of a very long year."
Laudry raised her hand. "Do you want a replacement shirt?! I have MANY!! I SORTED THEM BY SMELL—"
Nasary dragged her back again. "Stop. Talking."
After the disaster bubble-explosion and the emergency towel rescue, Albion sat on a cushion, now wearing a fresh tunic (thankfully handed to him by Parla, not Laudry).
Laudry and Nasary stood to the side, stiff like two guilty puppies awaiting judgement.
But instead of scolding them, the older dragonmaids—Tillroo, Chame, Housekee, and Parla—were already talking with the two newcomers.
Laughing.
Chatting.
Sharing stories.
Laudry was showing Tillroo a new stain-removal trick (Tilroo nodded like she'd seen it a hundred times).
Chame was measuring Nasary's sleeves while discussing uniforms.
Parla was asking which spells they knew and scribbling notes.
Housekee?
Housekee looked proud.
Like a general meeting her soldiers.
Albion watched all of this with slow, dawning clarity.
They weren't awkward.
They weren't introducing themselves.
They acted like…
Like they had been working together for years.
Albion blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then, in perfect childlike bluntness, he said."Wait…
They already knew each other."
All five older dragonmaids froze for a second—then simultaneously turned toward him.
Housekee cleared her throat, folding her arms. "Young Master, the Dragonmaid Corps is a single unit. We train together. Fight together. Clean together. Heal together. Repair emotional damage inflicted by Laudry together—"
Laudry: "HEY!"
Tillroo smiling kindly continue "We've always been part of the same Corps. You're just meeting the younger pair now."
Chame smiled "We helped raise them too, you know. Especially Laudry. She nearly burned down the laundry wing when she was three."
Laudry just looked at laudry. "IT WAS AN EXPERIMENT!"
Parla: "An experiment you called: 'I wonder what happens if I heat the clothes while they're still in magic solvent.'"
Nasary sighed with the exhaustion of someone born responsible. "I wasn't even there and I still had to fill out the paperwork."
Albion's eyes widened.
So they weren't strangers brought in separately.
They were a family unit, a squad.
Handpicked.
Trained.
And sent directly to him.
He muttered. "So Father didn't just 'assign random maids'…
He sent an entire team he prepared beforehand."
Housekee smiled, proud and a little smug. "Of course. You are the Prince.
Your safety and upbringing required only the best.
And the best works as one."
Laudry raised her hand again like she was in class. "I'm also the best!"
Nasary pulled her hand down. "She means well."
Albion looked at all of them—
the chaos gremlin, the exhausted healer, the elegant swordswoman, the calm caretaker, the proud commander, the silent observer…
And for the first time that day, he genuinely smiled."Then…
I'm glad I'm part of the team too."
All six dragonmaids straightened, tails and wings lifting in perfect, instinctual unison.
All the Dragonmaids spoke together
"Of course, Young Master."
Here's the continuation—comedic timing perfectly preserved, royal dignity utterly destroyed, and Focalore being Focalore:
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Scene – Royal Offices
The Kingdom of Draconia – Administrative Wing
King Albion sat behind his massive desk, quill in hand, surrounded by stacks of budget reports taller than a lesser noble. He adjusted his crown slightly—it always got crooked when paperwork was involved.
He sipped his tea and muttered:
King Albion:
"The interest taxes have increased… let's see what we can redirect without upsetting the Ministers…"
Across the room, Queen Focalore—calm, elegant, terrifyingly observant—sorted through her diplomatic correspondences.
A silence settled between them.
A peaceful silence.
A fragile silence.
Then, without looking up from her papers, she spoke:
Focalore:
"Honey, can I ask something?"
King Albion glanced up, still holding the teacup.
King Albion:
"Yes, dear?"
Focalore finally lifted her eyes, neutral… too neutral…
"…Are you making a harem for our son?"
King Albion:
"PFFFF—!!"
He almost spat out an entire mouthful of royal-grade Dragon Jasmine Tea, barely managing to choke it back without spraying paperwork worth millions in damage.
He coughed violently, face turning red as he tried to regain his composure. "W-WHAT?! NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
Focalore tapped her pen on the desk.
"Really? Because I'm noticing:
— four dragonmaids already at his side.
— All young.
— All powerful.
— All girls."
She raised an eyebrow. "And now you added two more."
King Albion slammed his fist on the table. "I DIDN'T 'ADD' ANYTHING!
THEY WERE ASSIGNED FOR HIS SAFETY!"
Focalore blinked once.
Slowly.
Knowingly.
Focalore:
"Mhm. Of course. 'Safety.'
That must be why every single one is exactly his age group."
King Albion opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
King Albion:
"That's—pure coincidence!"
She leaned back in her chair, lips curving into a tiny smile. "Coincidence, he says…
My love, the entire Dragonmaid Corps is practically imprinting on him like ducklings."
He slapped a hand over his face. "They're NOT a harem!
They're a personal elite guard unit!
A squad formed generations ago!
Every Prince gets one!"
Focalore tilted her head. "And how many members are usually in such a squad?"
He froze.
Because he knew the answer. "…Four."
Focalore folded her arms triumphantly. "And our son has seven."
King Albion sank into his chair with the defeated sigh of a man whose wife had caught him in a logic trap he didn't even know he walked into."Look…They're not a harem. They're his bodyguards.His family.
His training companions."
Focalore smirked.
Focalore:
"And future daughters-in-law?"
King Albion:
"STOP SAYING THAT!!"
Focalore looked at her husband as she sighed.
"Anyway, I am not gonna question your choices, even if you made that idea… Social Exams?"
King Albion paused, setting down his teacup as he spoke.
"Yes, our son's idea. We have tested it out. A few of the people have proven themselves — six commoner dragons and one human. So far, they have shown great skill in the exams with their answers on social improvement, governance, and more."
Focalore tapped her pen against the desk as she spoke.
"Don't get too hasty. Remember the secret test."
He sighed as he leaned back slightly.
"Yes… giving them noble titles, and having them run a small land so we can allot them later based on their performance."
Focalore nodded, though her tone remained serious.
"Exactly. Managing a household is one thing. Managing territory, resources, and people? That's where real strength shows."
King Albion rubbed his forehead.
"I know… but I have faith in them. They're young, but they show promise."
Focalore slid the stack of exam reports toward him.
"And what about their loyalty? Their reasoning? Their political adaptability?"
He flipped open the first page.
"That is what the second evaluation will decide. Their ability to maintain peace and stability without causing conflict."
She looked at him, eyes narrowing slightly.
"And what about the human boy? The one who got second place in written results."
King Albion sighed again.
"That one… is special. He understands empathy better than most nobles. If he passes the secret test, I may consider adopting him into a minor noble house."
Focalore crossed her arms.
"Ambitious. But fair."
King Albion nodded slowly.
"Albion wanted the kingdom to grow beyond bloodline. He said, 'Anyone who proves themselves should rise.' That's why we started this project."
She stared at the ceiling for a moment.
"Our son has ideas far beyond his age… and somehow drags the rest of us along with him."
King Albion gave a tired smile.
"Yes… he really does."
To be continued
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