To rescue the innocent maids from the clutches of her wicked male servant, Elisa finished her bath and immediately summoned the head maid and her personal maid back.
Outside the window, the orange-red sun sank behind the manor walls. Elisa finished dinner under the attentive care of her maids, then returned to her bedroom.
Holding today’s newspaper, she sat elegantly on the sofa, pretending to be a sophisticated young lady. In reality, she wasn’t looking at the words on the page at all.
How could a newspaper possibly be more interesting than [Simon’s Log]?
Especially this one, the Searl Daily, the most respectable newspaper of all. It was filled with political and business news, along with advertisements placed by wealthy merchants and nobles.
She moved the screen of [Simon’s Log] over the newspaper and pretended to read intently, feeling as though she had returned to her school days.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye at her personal maid and the head maid beside her, feeling a little guilty.
Wait, I’m not a student anymore. Why should I feel guilty?!
Besides, I’m doing serious work! I’m reading intelligence reports!
Back in the East District, it was thanks to the information in [Simon’s Log] that I was able to answer Mabel’s questions!
Elisa’s expression grew solemn as she focused intently on the words on the screen.
As the young lady of the house, it was time for her to begin reviewing intelligence!
Let’s see what my number-one spy is investigating.
[Simon demonstrated his arm strength to Nora, the kitchen maid. Nora’s admiration for Simon increased.]
You bastard! What are you doing?!
I already called Eve and Maria back, and you still managed to flirt with another maid!
It’s because you’re always doing things like this that I feel so guilty whenever I read [Simon’s Log]!
Don’t tell me [Simon’s Log] is going to turn into [Simon’s Scandalous Affairs]? No, please!
Elisa shook her head and sighed.
Closing the newspaper, she looked at the two maids beside her.
“What does that kitchen maid look like? The one who was harassed before,” Elisa asked, fishing for information. “I just remembered her and got a little curious.”
The kitchen maids spent most of their time in the kitchen, so she rarely had a chance to see them.
There were plenty of young maids on the estate, but that wicked male servant had only pursued Eve, Maria, and Nora. The first two were beauties, so the third probably was too.
Eve had no impression of Nora and turned to look at Maria.
Maria thought for a moment before answering, “She has a pretty face.”
Elisa frowned.
Just pretty? Every maid on the estate could be described as pretty. After all, maids reflected their master’s standing. Anyone who wasn’t attractive enough wouldn’t even qualify to work as a maid on the estate.
Maria added, “However, Nora’s figure is very attractive to men.”
Her figure? Elisa took a moment to process that, then remembered how her male servant had commented on the bust sizes of all the young ladies at the literary salon.
So that’s what it is! That kitchen maid has a large chest!
She instinctively lowered her head and glanced at her own chest. She was wearing a loose nightgown, and there was barely any noticeable curve.
“……”
Although [Simon’s Log] hadn’t mentioned anything, she somehow felt as though she was being mocked.
Miss Elisa’s fists clenched.
Wait, no! Why did I just look down?!
Elisa suddenly realized that she wasn’t alone in the bedroom. There were two maids with her.
As her personal maid and head maid, they would never fail to notice where their mistress was looking…
In other words, they had both seen me looking down at my chest with a frustrated expression and anger in my eyes!
No! They’ll think I’m a young lady who feels insecure about her chest!
She turned to look at Eve and Maria. Sure enough, both maids avoided her gaze. They were pretending they hadn’t noticed!
I’m not! I don’t! I’m perfectly satisfied with my average figure! Besides, mine are bigger than Mabel’s!
Elisa suddenly understood why Mabel wore pads to make her chest look bigger.
Explaining herself would only deepen the maids’ impression, so Miss Elisa changed the subject and added this grievance to Simon’s account.
I’ll remember this grudge!
I hope Eve and Maria forget about it soon.
Elisa prayed sincerely.
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Night fell. Elisa lay in bed while her personal maid Eve lowered the bed curtains, extinguished the gas lamp, and left the room.
There was no need to worry about security in the royal capital. At night, all the servants went to sleep.
Elisa waited until her detestable male servant had fallen asleep, then activated [The Young Lady’s Late-Night Lessons].
She desperately wanted to arrange a [Combat] lesson and take some fierce revenge on her male servant, but considering that Mabel might try to poach him, she could only reluctantly abandon the idea.
She chose [Mysticism].
Her identity as a wealthy merchant’s daughter held little appeal for her male servant, especially compared with Mabel’s status as a baron’s daughter. But what if she assumed a different identity?
For example, an old grandmother who taught mystical knowledge in his dreams… Pah! A mature lady who taught mystical knowledge. Yes, and she should have the large chest her male servant liked so much!
Wouldn’t that make everything foolproof?!
Changing identities would also make it easier to give her male servant instructions, have him produce intelligence consistently, serve as this young lady’s external brain, and spend less time flirting with the maids!
Having reviewed her plan and confirmed that there were no problems, Elisa activated the [Classroom].
……
….
In the gray-white space, Miss Elisa prepared her teaching equipment. At her command, a desk and chair appeared, followed by a lectern, a blackboard, a pointer, quill pens, candles…
Once she had finished creating the ordinary materials, Elisa marveled at how wondrous this dream classroom was. I feel like I’ve become a god, able to create anything I want.
At the same time, she found herself facing a problem. Summoning ordinary objects was easy enough, but what about spiritual materials?
Even a demigod couldn’t create spiritual materials out of thin air, not even as props in a dream.
According to ancient texts, only the legendary Dragon of Imagination could accomplish such a feat.
Miss Elisa was troubled. Almost absentmindedly… Really, it was just a casual attempt! She tried imagining a spiritual item.
A pendulum, holy water, and a spiritual crystal appeared before her.
“……!?”
Her shock far outweighed her delight. Elisa tested the items and found that they all worked. She could draw upon the spirituality contained within them.
She then tried imagining a genuine extraordinary artifact. That worked too, but a small portion of the spirituality within her was instantly drained.
So there are limits after all. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if creating extraordinary artifacts in a dream consumed her spirituality, this was still an astonishing power.
Although I can’t take anything out of the dream, I can conduct mysticism experiments here. The experiments will only consume my spirituality, without using up spiritual materials or extraordinary items. Round it off, and that’s practically no cost at all!
For a moment, Elisa wanted to kick Simon out and claim the dream classroom for herself.
Her reason stopped her. She wasn’t some mad researcher, and there was nothing she particularly needed to investigate at the moment. Besides, this was [The Young Lady’s Private Classroom]. If she spent too much time doing unrelated things, she might incur some kind of punishment.
Better get on with the lesson first.
Elisa put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, picked up her pointer, and added several layers of padding to her chest. Although her male servant wouldn’t remember anything that happened in the dream, she still decided to rehearse the mature lady she intended to portray later.
Sure enough, after she had padded her chest, her male servant’s gaze grew considerably more heated.
She cleared her throat twice, adopted a mature-sounding voice, and tapped the blackboard with her pointer. “Today, we’ll be studying mysticism. We’ll begin with the most fundamental subject…Hermes.”
[Hermes] was an ancient language and one of the languages of mysticism.
Some long-established academies also offered courses in [Hermes], but these covered only reading and interpretation, not pronunciation.
Yet pronunciation was the key to the language. Without it, Hermes was nothing more than an ordinary ancient tongue.
Elisa began explaining the language in earnest.
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