The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

Chapter 34: Little Minor Elf’s Saliva

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Chirp.”

“Chirp.”

Down the corridor of the castle, a strange chirping could be heard. Liszt, who had planned to rest until noon before attending the banquet, pushed open his room door and saw, not far away, a little blue minor elf dancing around a pillar in the corridor.

A few maids were attending to the minor elf.

Seemingly noticing Liszt, the minor elf fluttered over in a swoosh, hovering about a meter in front of him. It curiously sized up Liszt with its big eyes, occasionally letting out a “chirp,” with no indication of what it meant.

“Young Master Sun Liszt,” a maid approached him and greeted respectfully.

Liszt asked, “What kind of minor elf is this?”

“It is a Thick-Leaf Grass Minor Elf, just turned three years old,” replied a maid with a lovely face, who boldly took two glances at Liszt with her brown eyes.

There was an inexplicable spiciness in her gaze.

Liszt didn’t notice her looking at him, and he stretched out his hand to lightly gesture towards the Thick-Leaf Grass Minor Elf, “Does it have a name?”

The minor elf tilted its head, clueless: “Chirp?”

“It doesn’t have a name. There are many minor elves in the castle, and we just refer to them as Cordyceps. However, this Thick-Leaf Grass Minor Elf is the naughtiest one of all. That’s why several maids need to follow it around to prevent it from causing mischief and trouble,” the maid answered.

Elves are magical creatures nurtured by nature, most are quite docile, but there are always some with tricky and quirky temperaments.

“What trouble can it cause?” Liszt felt it was much ado about little, a minor elf only needed one maid to follow it, yet several maids were attending to it, which seemed like they were slacking off.

But before the maids could explain.

The hovering minor elf suddenly pursed its lips at Liszt and then—splatter, it spat saliva right onto Liszt’s face.

It was so sudden that even with his Earth Knight reflexes, he didn’t react in time.

By the time Liszt regained his composure, the minor elf was already “chirp,” “chirp” laughing away as it flew into the distance.

“Young Master Sun Liszt, the Thick-Leaf Grass Minor Elf is very naughty, often spitting at guests of the castle. We are terribly sorry. We hope you won’t take it to heart,” said the maid with the spicy gaze. Turning to her companions, she said, “Quickly follow the Thick-Leaf Grass, don’t let it disturb anyone else. I’ll take Young Master Sun Liszt to wash his face.”

Having said that, she elegantly extended her hand to guide him: “Young Master Sun Liszt, please allow me to fetch water for you to wash your face, as an apology for the Thick-Leaf Grass Minor Elf’s behavior.”

“All right.”

Liszt had planned to just wipe it off, considering the minor elf to be a not filthy creature, and he didn’t mind its saliva. But since the maid had offered, he decided to use the water to wash his face again.

Once the wash basin was brought over, the maid wrung out the towel and proceeded to wipe Liszt’s face.

“Thank you, but I’ll do it myself.”

“It is our duty as maids.”

“For things like washing my face, I prefer to do it on my own,” Liszt coughed, fully aware that high society was used to indulgence, with servants attending to all their personal needs, but he would never get accustomed to it.

After wiping his face.

He handed the towel back to the maid.

Her eyes shining, the maid asked: “Would you like to wipe again?”

“No, that’s all right.”

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed the maid’s face as she picked up the basin and stood up to leave: “Then I’ll take my leave Oh, Young Master Sun Liszt, my name is Anna, and I would be more than willing to serve you if you require.”

Liszt smiled faintly, “Okay, Anna.”

In that moment, with his forehead just damp from water and a stray wet lock of hair, he became even more charming by a fraction. The maid was obviously dazzled by Liszt for a moment, then she lowered her head and quickly exited the room.

Once she left the room,

She felt her heart pounding furiously in her chest, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

“What are you doing?” suddenly a questioning voice came from beside her.

It was a male servant, assigned to Liszt as his personal attendant in the castle, responsible for his daily personal care. He had just gone to fetch some milk tea for Liszt from the kitchen and returned to find Anna coming out of the room, still carrying the basin—caring for guests was his job!

“Young Master Sun Liszt needed to wash his face, so I attended to him.”

“Is that so? It doesn’t seem like it’s the maids’ turn to do that, Anna. Don’t do anything that would disgrace Long Taro Castle,” the male servant said sternly, his voice filled with menace.

Anna kept walking: “Lyskey, you’re not the butler. You have no say in what I do!”

“Then I’ll tell the butler!”

“I’m just doing my job, what you choose to report is your business.”

After Anna had completely disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Lyskey snorted coldly: “A bunch of bitches!” After cursing, he quickly masked his anger with the proper solemn and dignified demeanor befitting of a male servant, along with a composed and graceful appearance.

He knocked on the door: “Young Master Sun Liszt, I have brought you the milk tea you requested.”

“Come in.”

Anna returned to the group tending to the Thick-Leaf Grass Minor Elves.

The maids immediately started chattering: “Anna, did you touch Young Master Sun Liszt’s face?”

“Is Young Master Sun Liszt’s face really smooth and delicate? Did your face turn red and your heartbeat speed up at that time? Is he as handsome as Young Master Sun?”

“Lucy touched Young Master Sun Liszt’s face a few years ago when she washed it for him, even though he wasn’t an adult yet, he was already so handsome.”

Anna shook her head, her voice tinged with disappointment: “No, Young Master Sun Liszt washed his own face; he doesn’t like maids washing his face for him.”

“How could that be? Could it be that he like Viscount Ophius, likes likes men?”

“That shouldn’t be, I saw Young Master Sun Liszt last year; he was staring at Sister Luya’s butt.”

“Sister Luya’s butt is indeed nice to look at; I’m jealous.”

“Then you need to pat it every day; otherwise, you have no butt at all.”

“By the way, Young Master Sun Liszt is of age now, he should have received his title, right? What rank is he now? I think he’s a Viscount. The Tulip Family’s Coral Island, I’ve heard, is quite a large island.”

“I don’t know. If Miss Melissa were still alive, with the Earl backing her, he would definitely be a Viscount. But the Earl of Coral Island has remarried, and Young Master Sun Liszt’s situation might be quite awkward now.”

“I really want to go comfort him.”

“Stop dreaming during the day. Do you, a maid, need to worry about noble affairs? I advise you all to come to your senses and do your jobs as maids well. Ugly ducklings won’t turn into swans; ducks will only sire ducks, and swans will sire swans.”

“So what? I’ve decided to stay unmarried for life, like Mrs. Fini. Aren’t I allowed to create a romantic love encounter for myself?”

As she spoke, the maid propped her chin in her hands, lost in daydreams: “A down-on-his-luck noble from afar, handsome and dashing riding a great horse, falls in love with a castle maid while she sweeps Because of family and societal pressures, they must part, a deep kiss before dawn, and then they separate. Oh my, I’m about to tear up.”