Chapter 5388: The Head Maid’s Obviously Sick?

"Master, I still have something to say to you."

Esvele said in a calm voice, seemingly unafraid of Davis’s towering figure even as he gazed down at her.

She possessed an alluring, dignified beauty, her long, silky black hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves, with two slender braids framing her face and falling gracefully over her chest. Her fair, porcelain-like complexion complemented her delicate features, while her half-lidded, reddish pupils carried a quiet, inscrutable charm beneath long lashes.

Her lips were painted a soft crimson, lending her otherwise composed expression a subtle hint of seduction. She wore a distinctive maid dress that fused the elegance of traditional qipao with the refined sophistication of a Western maid uniform, a tailor-made work of Mingzhi’s.

She was clad in a lustrous crimson silk bodice, adorned with intricate golden floral embroidery and delicate ornamental clasps, which hugged her figure beneath a high, mandarin-style collar. White ruffles traced the neckline and curved gracefully across her chest, while voluminous white sleeves and flowing outer panels lent the ensemble an air of aristocratic refinement, befitting for a woman who could unleash an overwhelming aura.

Golden accents and delicate floral symbols embellished the dress, creating a harmonious balance between opulence and the understated elegance expected of a Head Maid. Her hands rested demurely together before her waist, and her posture remained graceful without appearing submissive.

Despite the traditional maid-like modesty of her attire that fully covered her figure, there was something quietly captivating about her presence, an unhurried confidence that seemed to be at odds with her twin peaks that couldn’t stop swaying.

Davis had seen her carry herself with the composure of a noblewoman rather than a servant, her serene gaze betraying neither nervousness nor reverence as she stood before him.

"What is it?" Regardless, he was still amused.

But for a moment, he couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman.

Other than his wives, children, and some relatives and friends, not many would try to block his path this blatantly. The fact that he couldn’t see through her only made him more intrigued.

Esvele lightly bowed in response, acknowledging his acknowledgment as though she didn’t dare speak before that.

"Young Master Azariel has gone to visit Pill Fairy Lyra Mistwalker. The maids who were sent to the Misty Pill Palace because of Mistress Dalila’s coordination with her have reported to me that Young Master and the Pill Fairy may have shared an intimate moment, as they had gone behind closed doors and stayed for some time."

"...!"

Davis nearly flinched as his eyes widened.

What the hell?

Did he make his son suffer so much that he went and decided to sleep with a woman of high caliber before he could get married to a married woman?

He was stunned speechless for a few moments.

However, Esvele continued to patiently wait. Her aura didn’t falter over Davis’s presence turning heavy all of a sudden, nor did her bearing show any haste. She continued to wait while looking up and maintaining eye contact with him.

Davis remained motionless for a while, wondering if they had done the deed and if he should take care of the aftermath, already making some plans for it. He was the one who had egged his son on before about experiencing women during the welcoming banquet, so he thought the blame also lay with him.

After calculating the smooth way out for his little Azariel, who was likely no longer little, he nodded slowly at Esvele.

He stared at her face, wondering how this woman could bring such explosive news and say it like she had nothing to do with it. After all, Esvele had also helped nurture Azariel since he was a baby.

"What made you want to report that to me?"

Esvele uttered instantly, "I wasn’t sure who to report this matter to. I feared Mistress Evelynn would take some kind of drastic action since there was a previous incident. Since it concerns the first son and the family’s reputation, I wasn’t sure if I should report this matter to Mistress Shirley and others either, so I came searching for you personally, Master."

Davis threw his head up lightly with a chuckle. He then raised his hand and patted the side of her arm.

"Good work, Esvele. You look after us and remain extremely sensible, not infringing on anyone’s personal boundaries, and keep the household clean and running just like we wanted without even hearing our opinions. It’s like you have Heart Intent, haha. Still, your efforts have made me think that I wasn’t wrong when I accepted you as our Head Maid. My family is really glad to have you."

Esvele showed no emotion despite the sudden touch. She bowed ever so lightly.

"As much as it makes me feel honored, your words of praise are difficult to accept. It’s just mundane work. Other than the huge amount of work, there’s nothing difficult about it. Everyone in this household is incredibly understanding and doesn’t make it difficult for us maids to fulfill our duties. Even the children know not to belittle us."

"Of course." Davis grinned, "They’re getting their ass whooped if they behave with or touch maids inappropriately."

He leaned in close, his hand sliding to her shoulder, then her neck, snaking to her cheek.

"But... do you think I could be bound by such rules?"

"Master is not bound by any rules unless you’re willing to be bound."

Esvele didn’t even miss a beat in her response. She said with a poker face, her pupils not even quivering.

"..."

Davis inwardly gawked.

Intrigue and intent to tease left him, and concern entered his heart as he raised his hand from her cheek to her forehead and then used the tip of his thumb to encompass her soul.

"This is not right... Let me check your soul. Something is clearly wrong with your emotions."

He intended to do a complete sweep.

"Am I sick?" Esvele blinked, her emotions finally wavering, but it was still so minimal that Davis seriously felt concerned again.

"Do you not realize what kind of person you changed into?"

He harped in frustration as his soul sense swept her soul sea, which was a burning crimson, as if it were full of vivid and bright emotions. However, the flaming sea in her soul sea was so tame that it was frightening instead. He quickly found her soul essence.

Esvele considered for a moment before responding, "Everything feels natural to me. I have inherited Emperor-Tier Burning Phoenix Bloodline thanks to your grace, Master. A minor change in behavior is to be expected."

"Minor? You call this a minor change?" Davis harrumphed lightly, unable to find anything.

That figures. If it could be found on the surface, others like Ellia, who frequently interacted with her because they were apparently ’fellow head maids’, would have noticed. Even Esvele would’ve noticed. He was sure Shirley had already done some health checks on her out of worry.

He circulated his soul force once again, looking like he had entered an unwilling side quest when he had to finish a timed quest, or risk angering Flamerose more. They were also sure he was watching them, after all.

Nonetheless, he focused on the Head Maid. She was important to the family.