How Can the Saintess Be a Boy!?

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twenty one

I immediately stopped a carriage and took me back to Fontainebleau. The journey was long, and it was already dark when I returned.

Because I used to run after getting out of the carriage, I was a little breathless when I entered the door. I saw Lian Qi sitting on the sofa and drinking the black tea I made for her at noon.

"I, I'm back!" I panted, holding my stockings in a black bag.

She glanced up at me, wondering whether her expression was angry or smug.

"Someone seems to be five minutes late."

"Eh……?"

I glanced up at the clock, 6.05. Indeed, it was already six o'clock in the evening and dinner had not been delivered to the table. Being a maid did fail.

"Do you have anything to argue for yourself?" She asked me.

"No ... no," I whispered.

Whether it is taking the time to buy stockings, or being entangled by the knights of the Holy Light Church, there is nothing to justify.

It seems that she is really angry because I often run out? So being late is undoubtedly worsening. I remembered her sentence-"Really, why don't you have a little consciousness as a maid?"

Whoa ... Am I not even a maid ...? Ashamed, ashamed. Wouldn't she ... have begun to suspect my identity?

"Sorry, I'll prepare dinner for you now." I bowed to her, her posture and movements were impeccable. Anyway, anyway ...! A little bit of detail is fine, try to make your maid's identity as credible as possible.

"What are you holding?"

Eh--?

How similar lines have been, the knight asked me in the afternoon, why is it Lien Qi's turn this time?

"No, it's nothing ..." I couldn't help clinging to the black packing bag, and answered her indifferently-"Yes ... stockings."

I know that as a qualified maid, you must not answer the host's questions. But when I said it, I blushed somehow. I am a boy ... I have to tell the girls myself that I have stockings in my hands. Will it be more or less embarrassing?

"Oh? Stockings, then let me see."

"Hmm?" I looked at her with a blush. The exclamation can only be the last weak resistance ...

I, the Virgin of the Holy Church. I was n’t bullied outside just now, but I was bullied by the “owner” when I got home ... but I did n’t feel like fifteen in the first day ...

In desperation, I opened the black packing bag in front of Lian Qi. Three pairs of black knee-high socks, a pair of white thin stockings, and impenetrable black stockings made her look. I feel a sense of privacy being exposed, so shame ...!

Really, it's a very trivial thing, why can't I be more frank? I can say to Lian Qi-"Look, I bought a lot of stockings today!" Is it because I am a boy? So sharing the newly bought stockings with girls will feel ashamed ...?

"Well? Did you really buy all stockings?"

"Um ..." I whispered, blushing, and saw her approaching me, holding stockings in my arms, anxious to find a slit to get in ...!

She leaned close to me and smiled in the corner of her mouth and said in my ear: "Are you proposing to take a long vacation just to take the opportunity to buy stockings?"

"Only, just not ...!"

I blushed and answered.

"Please don't ... describe me as if I'm a stocking controller or a pervert who can't live without stockings !?"

Even if I retort it like this ... I feel more and more misunderstood by her.

"What's the matter? You're a girl, isn't it normal to like to buy stockings?"

"... That's right, I ... just want to try."

Sure enough, is my reaction too strange?

It is normal for girls to like stockings.

It is normal for boys to like stockings. But it's not normal to like to wear it ...! Lian Qi's phrase, "You are a girl-in-law." Makes me feel complacent.

"Since you want to try it so much, try it on now?"

"Well !? What are you talking about?" I looked at her proud smile and was at a loss.

"Change in front of me, immediately, immediately." She said it again, using the tone of command.

I feel shame when I change stockings in the mirror, let alone change in front of her? ? ? I, I, I-I want to run away!

"It's ... it's late, please let me prepare dinner for you ... will you?" I said weakly.

"I don't want to have dinner. I want to see you change stockings in front of me."

"You ... Is this a punishment for being late?"

"You have no consciousness as a maid again."

"Is this ... the Lord ... the person ... punished me for being late?" I reacted and changed my mouth immediately, as if she could spare me.

"It's no use calling my master."

Wow ... it's calculated!

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