The sleeping Ximo was like a doll at the mercy of others—obedient, adorable, and completely under Xiliya’s control.
Xiliya took a deep breath. One by one, she gently unfastened the buttons of Ximo’s nightgown and removed the necklace from the little maid’s neck. Under her gaze, the originally somewhat flat curves of the body began to change.
As the nightgown was pushed open by a glimpse of snow-white, the once-flat area gained some undulations, Xiliya smiled helplessly.
Magitools were truly magical.
But this also proved that Ximo’s magitool was indeed much more advanced than Samuer’s beastskin cloak.
Xiliya had previously noticed that Samuer’s shadow had some slight distortions. That beastskin magitool probably only applied a layer of appearance illusion to it; in reality, he was still that three-meter-tall burly beastman.
However, the little maid’s figure was indeed… Xiliya patted the soft snow-white mound and planned to stop there.
Look, she really was just acting out of scientific curiosity, just studying it a bit. She had no intention of going further.
Although the doll-like little maid was very cute, the lack of any reaction made it too boring.
But at that moment, Xiliya heard the little maid smacking her lips and muttering “aba aba” twice.
Talking in her sleep?
Xiliya raised an eyebrow and listened intently with great interest.
—
Ximo had a very vivid dream.
Strangely enough, after reincarnating, she hadn’t had a single dream. Her sleep each day was as steady as a corpse’s, and she woke up in the exact same position.
Perhaps it was because of the drug Masha had given her? In any case, everything in the dream—the sensations, the sounds—felt incredibly real.
The only exception was the woman sitting across from her in the dream. Ximo couldn’t make out her face clearly, only that her figure was excellent, so much so that even the loose black cloak couldn’t hide her voluptuous curves.
“Although this is your first mission, I believe you can do it well, my child.”
In the cramped room, the mysterious woman’s voice was ethereal. She pushed a photo of Xiliya and a necklace across the table.
“Kill that young lady, then take her place.”
“This won’t be difficult for you. Although you have no magic talent, you’re the best at disguise among the children. No one can see through it.”
“Yes, Mother. I won’t disappoint you.”
A familiar voice came from her own mouth… Was this her memory? No, or rather, was it “Ximo’s” memory?
“This is very important to us. Once you replace that young lady, we’ll have the chance to investigate the secrets behind her step by step.”
Now Ximo understood why she was so utterly useless yet possessed a magitool that could perfectly disguise her as someone else. Her mission from the start hadn’t just been to assassinate Xiliya, but to take her place.
“Even if the mission fails, come back alive. Don’t let me lose track of you, Ximo—my child.”
The woman with the blurred face stroked Ximo’s head. Even though she knew it was a dream, Ximo felt like she was experiencing sleep paralysis and couldn’t wake up no matter what.
“Then, repeat your mission, Ximo.”
“Kill Xiliya, then take her place.”
Ximo responded subconsciously. For some reason, the mysterious woman’s face no longer seemed blurred; she could gradually make it out… But why did this face look a bit like Xiliya’s?
At that moment, Xiliya was straddling Ximo with her legs, looking down at the little maid as she talked in her sleep.
“Kill… aba aba…”
“You’re sure you can complete the mission?”
“I guarantee… complete the mission…”
“You’re sure you can kill that Xiliya?”
“…Mm, sure!”
“Oh~”
Xiliya laughed and reached out to unfasten the buttons of Ximo’s nightgown again. The little maid’s body shuddered, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
Ximo only felt a chill run up her spine in the dream, and then she woke up. The moment she opened her eyes, she met Xiliya’s playful gaze.
Killing intent detected, as expected.
Xiliya hadn’t expected Ximo to wake up so quickly. Logically, Masha’s drug should have kept her asleep until tomorrow. Could it be that assassins had some talent for drug resistance too?
But waking up was fine. Xiliya’s hand unceremoniously slipped through the open buttons of Ximo’s nightgown to warm itself.
“Your mouth isn’t very tight, Ximo. How can you spill everything in front of your assassination target?”
“Uh?” Ximo was stunned. “You didn’t… hear everything, did you, Mistress?”
“Should I say you’re unrepentant, or that you won’t stop until you achieve your goal?”
“No, no, no! Mistress, hear me out. I just happened to dream about past events. The sleep-talking wasn’t my real intention!”
“Oh, even in your dreams, you’re thinking about how to complete the mission and kill me. You’re quite dedicated.”
“I’m not…” Ximo started sweating profusely and wanted to bolt. “Um, Mistress… since you’re back, how about I head out first?”
“Seriously, Ximo—do you find it humiliating to be my personal maid?” Xiliya’s tone grew a bit serious.
“No, no, I really don’t think that at all, Mistress.”
Thinking about it carefully, Ximo realized Xiliya hadn’t truly bullied her much. In fact, Xiliya prepared medicine for her every day. Now, it was she who couldn’t leave Xiliya.
“Then you can’t go. It’s late— I mean, it’s too late now.” Xiliya leaned down and pinned Ximo to the bed. “What if you run into bad people on the road this late?”
“Aren’t you sleeping fine right here? Just keep sleeping.”
Xiliya hugged Ximo tightly, rolled over on the bed, and a faint jasmine flower scent wafted into Ximo’s nose.
“But sleeping with someone who wants to kill me is still a bit dangerous. I need to find a way to make sure you can’t lay a hand on me, right?”
Xiliya blew gently into Ximo’s ear.
…
Ten minutes later, after putting the collar back on Ximo’s neck, Xiliya contentedly hugged her and lay down on the bed. She buried her face unceremoniously into Ximo’s soft mounds and rubbed against them like she was holding a body pillow.
But the little maid didn’t feel so great. With her hands and feet bound, and even her eyes blindfolded with a cloth, she felt like some kind of plaything.
Although Xiliya hadn’t done anything, just treating her like a body pillow to sleep with… why had Xiliya activated the mark right before falling asleep?!
Ximo could only say that the mark on her body was set to a low mode. The sensation wasn’t intense, but this faint, teasing feeling wasn’t exactly conducive to sleep.
Xiliya, with her head buried in Ximo’s soft mounds, soon had steady breathing. Ximo, meanwhile, struggled to close her eyes and calm herself.
Inhale—exhale—in—out—
In—out… Mm, why was Xiliya’s hand still wandering restlessly even in sleep?!
No! Don’t touch there… You can’t just touch there casually!
