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Due to the wyvern incident, Stella instantly became known throughout the academy as the student who had been blessed by a miracle from the Goddess. She hardly had time to revel in her fame, though.
Back during midterms, she’d still lacked the ability to cast miracles, which had resulted in some apparently wretched scores. Stella was now holing up in her room—despite it being the weekend—to try and improve her grades during the finals.
“Stellaaa, I have brewed tea. Shall we take a break?” Feena asked, entering the room with a pot and cups in hand.
I looked her way and instantly grunted like a caveman.
Feena was wearing a classic-style maid outfit. She wore a long-hemmed black dress and a white apron. She even had a ruffled headband on.
Stella furrowed her brow. “Liiike I saaaid! Why do you keep brewing me tea? You’re even wearing a servant’s uniform.”
“You were so focused, I thought it best to brew tea myself. And as for this outfit, I was instructed by Lady Quinza to—”
“This isn’t Quinza’s room! Go get changed, now.”
“WAIT!” I declared. Both Stella and Feena looked to the staff holder where I was. “I like it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Is it law that only maids can wear maid outfits? Absolutely not! Only a shallow mind would think wearing a maid outfit makes one a maid, and there is no rule that others shouldn’t be allowed to wear such clothes. In short, I define maid outfits as glorious fashion that should be open to all beauties who wish to don them.”
“There he goes, ranting like a madman again...” Stella groaned, slapping a hand on her forehead. “Listen. This isn’t Quinza’s room, and I think roommates are equal. Feena wearing a servant’s uniform will make it seem like I’m treating her like a servant.”
“Hm. Sounds like you just need to wear a maid outfit yourself, Stella.”
“EXCUSE ME?!”
“Then you’ll be equal, right?”
“How do you even come up with thi—”
“Brilliant!” Feena exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “I happen to have a spare. You can consider it yours, Stella.”
“Good job, Feena!”
“Don’t just decide that without me. Feena getting changed is the obvious solution here. Why do I suddenly need to get changed?”
“BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE YOU DRESSED LIKE A MAID, OBVIOUSLY!”
“...How in the world do you have a thing for servant uniforms? I just don’t understand perverts,” Stella said, the dubiousness on her face making it clear she had no appreciation for the concept of tsundere maids.
Feena swiftly brought the change of maid clothes. “Stella, allow me to help you get changed.”
“W-Wait! We need to cover Otaku’s eyes first!”
A robe was thrown over me. I could hear the sound of rustling clothes beyond my sight. There was nothing to do but inhale deeply and wait.
“Aaand now! It is time for the big reveal,” Feena announced, removing the robes.
Before me was a silver-haired maid with puffed-out cheeks. The dress was poofy and certainly looked like someone else’s clothes that she was just wearing. She was shifting uncomfortably, likely due to the pure white apron and headband.
Stella crossed her arms and gave a sneer no maid should ever give. “Hm, satisfied? Be grateful I’m playing along with your freakish taste at all.”
“AAAH! Long live tsundere maids! Long live tsundere maids!”
“Y-You like it that much?”
“Please, Stella. All I ask is that you pour tea while wearing that.”
“Excuse me? Why would I ever—”
“Please! I would kneel and press my face against the ground to demonstrate the sincerity of my request if I had a body! But I don’t! So you have to imagine it!”
“Fine,” Stella eventually said, heading to the pot. She poured a cup of tea and dropped it in front of me with a loud clink, spilling some. “There you go, tea. And you can’t even drink it. So stupid.”
“Gaaah! TSUNDERE MAIDS! ARE! LIFEEE!”
“Wh-What in the...? You’re actually kind of grossing me out at this point...”
Stella was genuinely cringing. She looked at me like I was walking garbage... In other words, she was the model tsundere maid.
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Feena tilted her head curiously. “Are you pleased by servant uniforms, Master Otaku? That is a rather refined palate you have.”
“There isn’t an otaku in the world who hates maid outfits. Still, if I could be greedy, I’d say I prefer short skirts over long ones.”
Feena pinched the bottom of her dress and lifted it. “Like so?”
“Shorter. I like them above the knees.”
“Above the knees... This much, then?” The hem of her skirt went higher. This exposed the thin socks she wore up her calf, on top of her garter belt and the infamous “absolute territory” it crea—
“HYAAAAH!”
Out of nowhere, Stella threw me into the wall. I hit it and plopped down to the ground. She then turned to Feena, who was now panicking. “Feena, you don’t have to listen to everything that pervert says.”
“But...”
“Aah, now my throat’s all dry. I’m gonna get some tea,” Stella said, cleaning up her desk.
Feena crouched down next to me, then leaned forward to whisper, “I shall shorten the hems later for next time.”
Was she a deity?