Lily pouted, her golden eyes flashing with disappointment, but her survival instincts clearly won out over her lust. She quickly pulled her maid uniform back on, smoothing out the wrinkles, leaned down to kiss me deeply on the lips, and hurried toward the door.
I reached for my shortsword on the desk, preparing to mentally brace myself for the Yandere's arrival.
But I didn't have to wait long.
As Lily reached for the brass doorknob and pulled it open, she froze in her tracks.
Standing perfectly still in the dimly lit hallway, illuminated only by the flickering magical sconces, was Emma.
She was wearing a pristine white nightgown that made her look like a literal angel descending from the heavens. Her blonde hair was brushed perfectly, falling over her shoulders. But the atmosphere around her was thick, suffocating, and dripping with an invisible, murderous mana.
