As for what else happened later, Droste decided to patch things up with Phoenix and explain it to her again.

"Oh, okay... let's go then."

"Well, and the one downstairs is the younger of the two. Her name is Nigrede. You'll know what she looks like when you're down there."

"My sister's name is Albedo."

"it is good……"

Phoenix nodded, then walked downstairs, her mind racing a little.

It turned out that the woman in the maid outfit was called Nicole. What the woman told Phoenix last time was still echoing in her mind.

"The body is a woman's best weapon."

Phoenix couldn't help but feel a little shy when she thought of this sentence. It was because of this sentence that Phoenix took the initiative to do what she liked to do with Droste.

In fact, Phoenix was not averse to this kind of thing, and because she was doing this to Droste, Phoenix even felt a little excited.

This way, if I still stay in the apartment in the future, I can still ask her for advice.

Yes, that’s right!
Phoenix was thinking as she walked up the stairs, and then she saw the woman at the dining table of the apartment, still wearing the familiar conservative maid outfit.

The charming expression on her face was the same as usual, making people even suspect that she was not wearing a maid outfit at all, but instead some revealing and sexy backless and waist-baring outfit.

Charming.

"This must be Miss Phoenix, right? Good afternoon." Nicoleid's movements were graceful and serious, and she smiled at Phoenix.

She also recognized that this little cat girl was the one she had coached yesterday, and when she smelled the scent on her body, it seemed that what she said yesterday did give her a little sense of crisis.

The scent of Lord Droste was already on him.

Nigrede's expression didn't change, but she smiled slightly in her heart, and her respect for Lord Droste increased a little more.

It is indeed Lord Droste. No one can resist such charm. Even such a pure little kitten can't help but offer herself to him.

It's really great.

"Good afternoon, um... Miss Nicoled."

"Okay, let's eat. You can sit up and eat too."

Droste sat at the head of the dining table, then pointed to the seat next to him and spoke to Niguled.

"Yes."

The three of them chatted and laughed, enjoying Nicole's cooking.

Droste picked up a piece of roasted sausage with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth.

It’s not as homely as what Mrs. Isabel prepared, but the meal prepared by Phoenix is ​​actually very good, with the simplest sausages, grilled meat and toast.

The taste is actually quite good.

"Did Nicole learn how to make this? It tastes pretty good."

Phoenix wiped her mouth with a napkin and then looked at Nigredo.

"Yes, yes. My sister asked me to learn a little more about what it takes to be a maid while I'm at home. It was actually my sister who asked me to learn these dishes, but it's a pity that I only learned these few dishes."

"Well, very good, I think it's good." Droste nodded approvingly. Finally, after he was full, he sat on the sofa, slightly crossing his legs.

He waited until Phoenix and Nicoleid had finished their lunch, and then until Nicoleid had cleaned up the dishes and stood quietly beside Droste.

Phoenix had already run back to her room, and they were the only two left on the first floor of the apartment.

Flipping through the book "I'm Still Handsome Even With All the Subscriptions" in his hand, Droste's mind was also focused on the content of the book. (Purely a spoof of the book title)
"…My sister Albedo loves writing books, but unfortunately her writing skills are not very good."

Phoenix put her hands together on her abdomen and stood next to Droste. Her movements were stiff, but she suddenly said something.

Hearing the voice, Droste looked up at Phoenix's face, closed the book in his hand with interest, and asked, "Oh? Your sister also likes to write books?"

"Yes, my sister loves to write books very much, but no matter how she creates, writes the settings, and does research, luck is not on her side, resulting in her not publishing any books so far."

"Even if she was willing to pay for the printing, no newspaper would be willing to accept this agreement. After all, such poor quality, reputation-damaging printed books would make other people's impression of the printing company drop to a certain extent."

"So if someone can help me write better books, I think I would be very happy."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Droste looked at Niguled's face and speculated secretly in his heart.

So Albedo's breakthrough is writing a book? That makes it easier, now I have a goal.

Then the degree of belonging can also be broken through in this direction, and some ways can be used to increase the favorability or something. But I don't know what the difficulty of Albedo's writing is. It seems that I have to go to the store to check whenever I have time.

While Droste was thinking, Nigrede asked curiously, "Lord Droste is more concerned about this?"

"Ah, no, I'm just a little curious. Is there anything that Nigrede is concerned about?"

"some."

"So what is it?"

"Of course it's you, Lord Droste."

Nicolade pursed her lips, her eyes flashing with a fiery and determined light. The infatuation revealed in her eyes was like the gurgling spring water, gentle and long-lasting.

I really want to eat Lord Droste in one bite, eat his pancreas in one bite.

she thought.

"Hmm..." Droste nodded slightly, not particularly caring.

Compared to Albedo's belongingness, there is actually nothing to improve on Nigret's belongingness. If Droste really likes Cerce, then he would only reluctantly accept her as a maid. It is not necessary to go to that extent.

If you want to improve favorability only by being trembling, we’ll talk about it later.

But normally, I didn't see Nigrede worrying about anything, but that night it seemed like...

Hmm...? If Nigrede is a succubus, then her sister's hobby is writing books? She looks so elegant...

Could it be that... my sister is not a succubus?
"Lord Droste..." Niguled looked at him pretentiously, watching the change in his facial expression, as if he was thinking about something.

What is Lord Droste thinking?

"Well, nothing. How about this, come and give me a massage." Drost held the thick book and sat on his chair, leaning his back against the comfortable chair. (End of this chapter)