Comprehensive anime illustrations, but all the beautiful girls in the group chat want to pay for you

"As ordered."

She looked at Marisa expressionlessly.

"Nice to meet you again, 'new' maid. Just wear your old work clothes. No need to buy new ones..."

It turns out this guy used to do this kind of thing often... No wonder he's so calm...

The corners of Zhou Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Marisa was untied by her chains with tears in her eyes, and followed Sakuya dejectedly.

Halfway through the walk, she suddenly turned back, a final flicker of unwillingness in her golden eyes:

"Wait! What about Musashi-kun?"

Musashi was sitting leisurely beside him, eating a snack. He looked up at the words, with cream still on the corner of his mouth:

"Ah? Of course I follow the Master~"

She winked slyly.

"A maid's servant should be called... a maid servant?"

Marisa:

"..."

She finally realized that she might have fallen into a terrible trap.

……

"But before we begin..."

Zhou Yuan suddenly changed the subject, his voice sounding a bit seductive.

He snapped his slender fingers lightly, and the chains wrapped around Marisa loosened a little.

"Actually, you do have a few other options~"

Marisa rubbed her red wrist, a hint of vigilance flashing in her golden eyes:

"W-What choice?"

She subconsciously shrank back, and the copper bells on her black boots made a crisp sound.

Zhou Yuan elegantly raised three fingers:

"First,"

His violet eyes sparkled mysteriously in the moonlight.

"You can choose to exchange information for freedom. For example... tell me how you became a Master?"

Marisa's pupils suddenly contracted, and her fingers unconsciously grabbed her collar—

Her Command Seal was hidden there.

"second,"

Zhou Yuan continued, a cluster of blue flames ignited at his fingertips.

"Use the magic books you stole to pay off the debt. Of course, you have to add interest..."

"Hey! How can a magician's business be called stealing?"

Marisa immediately got furious, but then shrank back guiltily.

"That's called... academic exchange..."

Zhou Yuan smiled noncommittally and raised his third finger:

"As for the third one..."

He suddenly leaned over and whispered in Marisa's ear,

"If you were to calm down, I'd really like you. You can choose..."

"Wow!"

Marisa jumped up as if she had received an electric shock, her face flushed red as if it was about to bleed.

"What kind of option is this?! What are you, the people in the Scarlet Devil Mansion thinking about?!"

Melyuchina had already circled to the other side without her noticing, her silver dragon tail swaying joyfully:

"Of course, I'm thinking about how to entertain the guests."

She deliberately emphasized a certain word.

Marisa frantically adjusted her witch hat, her golden ahoge hair standing straight up in alertness.

"I choose the first one! The first one!"

She shouted in panic,

"I'll tell you how I became a Master!"

Zhou Yuan stood up regretfully:

"it's a pity..."

He glanced at Melyuchina meaningfully.

"I'm quite looking forward to the third option."

The silver dragon girl covered her mouth and chuckled, and the silver bells in her hair made a pleasant sound.

“Um, that…”

Musashi raised his hand weakly.

"Can I request to switch to the third option?"

"Musashi-kun!!!"

Marisa stamped her feet in anger.

"Whose Servant are you anyway?!"

The night wind blew through the back garden of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, carrying the fragrance of roses and the witch's screams of shame and anger, bringing a temporary pause to this farce.

Chapter 92 Actually I was forced, do you believe it?

"I'm telling you, don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next!"

Marisa suddenly lowered her voice mysteriously and gestured exaggeratedly with her hands in front of her chest.

The black witch hat tilted to one side with her exaggerated movements, and her golden fur swayed excitedly from side to side, making her look like a cat with its fur standing on end.

She even looked around deliberately, as if to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

"Miss, please speak!"

Zhou Yuan immediately cooperated by straightening his face, crossing his hands in front of his chin, and the collar of his black windbreaker swayed gently in the night breeze.

He deliberately lowered his voice, his expression serious as if he was attending some important meeting:

"We have received professional training and are not afraid."

"stop!!!"

Patchouli finally couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the magic book in her hand shut with a "snap".

Anger danced in her amethyst-like eyes, and her wide sleeves of the witch's robe moved without wind.

She stamped her foot angrily, and the crescent moon hair ornament in her hair jingled.

"Stop playing tricks and just speak!"

She turned and glared at Zhou Yuan, her pale cheeks flushed with anger.

"And you, what are you playing at this time?"

Zhou Yuan spread his hands innocently, a smile still hanging on the corners of his mouth:

"Isn't this to ease the tension..."

He blinked, and his slender fingers gently brushed away the non-existent dust on his windbreaker.

Marisa curled her lips and scraped her black boots against the floor, making a harsh sound.

"Tsk~ Boring..."

She adjusted her hat angrily, and her golden hair drooped listlessly.

"Okay, okay, actually it's like this—"

She took a deep breath, and a hint of solemnity flashed in her golden eyes.

The night wind suddenly became sharp, ruffling her slightly messy golden hair.

Marisa subconsciously touched the Command Seal hidden under her collar, and lowered her voice unconsciously:

"This story starts from the moment I discovered I had arrived in this world..."

Her gaze became distant, as if she had traveled back to that strange moment.

The shadow of the black witch's hat covered half of her face, leaving only her tightly pursed lips visible.

"I was just doing an experiment in the Magic Forest that day, but in the blink of an eye..."

Her fingers twisted the hem of her clothes unconsciously.

"I was standing in a completely unfamiliar city. Everywhere were moving iron boxes and terrifyingly tall glass houses..."

Zhou Yuan and Patchouli exchanged glances.

The scene Marisa described was clearly not anywhere they were familiar with.

"and then?"

Patchouli couldn't help but ask, the anger in her purple eyes had been replaced by curiosity.

She subconsciously leaned forward, and her wide sleeves swept down several ancient books on the coffee table.

Marisa swallowed, her black boots unconsciously scraping against the floor.

"Then I met this strange man with long hair, dressed like a priest, and he said..."

Her voice suddenly became dry.

"He said he would give me a 'chance to make my wish come true'..."

Zhou Yuan raised his eyebrows, a sharp look flashed in his eyes:

"And you agreed?"

"Of course that's impossible!"

Marisa retorted loudly as if by instinct, but then she smiled awkwardly and lowered her voice unconsciously.

"At least...that's how it was at first..."

She twisted her body awkwardly, her golden hair drooped limply, and she looked like a ball that had suddenly deflated.

"But that bastard..."

Marisa gritted her teeth as she spoke, her black lace gloves creaking in her grasp.

"He actually threatened me with the mushroom fields in the Magic Forest! He said if I didn't participate, he would destroy the ecological balance of the entire Magic Forest..."

At this point, she suddenly waved her fist excitedly, and the star ornaments on the black witch hat jingled:

"That's a rare mushroom variety I've been cultivating for three years! Some of it I even stole from Xianglintang... oh no,"

She glanced at Patchouli guiltily.

"A precious borrowed specimen!"

Patchouli held her forehead and sighed, her amethyst eyes filled with helplessness:

"Let's not talk about you, a newcomer to this world. How did he know about your mushroom farm..."

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"But just for this kind of thing..."