The Devil WithInn 44 Going To Hell 5

G.o.ddammit! It's just like the garden incident!

"I guess I'm sorry?"

"Ah, no, we are not blaming you miss!" All the maids suddenly exclaimed.

They bowed deeply but they began to whisper among themselves.

"Should we clean this up now?"

"It'll take a whole day! We still have kitchen duty!"

"Should we tell the Master?"

"But he said not to disturb him at any cost. Unless it's life and death!"

"Then, should we just leave? But it feels wrong as a maid to leave this as is."

Feeling the awkwardness and confusion from the group of maids, Inna decided to break the tense atmosphere.

"So, hey, why don't you make yourself useful and…." Inna looked around before eyeing the empty sack that Solomon gave her as a 'bag.' She can't believe that she'll be using a sack as a luggage.

To think that this country has magic, but uses sacks as 'bags.' Truly a sad, sad world.

"Help me pack." Inna said before gathering the books she read for the past week and went to a corner to read.

She didn't want to touch the sack at all because it made her feel like she's a homeless hobo with it!

The maids stood upright and hurriedly followed her order. They carefully grabbed the things she had which consists of only her weapons and a few robes and shoes that she used inside the mansion. The maids wanted to ask where she kept her other things but they were shocked when Inna spoke up.

"No use looking for the rest of my things. That's all I have."

The maids lowered their heads and instead, tried their hardest to make the weapons bundled as organized as possible and to make the robes folded as neat as they can.

After a few minutes, a familiar elderly maid went to Inna's room. She was slightly shocked with the open door but she still entered inside.

But, as soon as she entered, her saliva got stuck in her throat as she tried to fathom the state of the room.

"Hack, Kah, kuh." The elderly maid choked slightly at the sight.

"What happened here?!"

She looked at the younger maids for an answer.

Frightened by the intimidating stare of their superior, they sneaked a glance at Inna for help.

Inna looked up from the book she was reading and decided to reply simply.

"I was practicing magic."

The elderly maid cringed at the response.

Magic again?!

She knew that she said that she would respect her and would try to give her a second chance after the garden incident, but she's making it really hard for her to be likeable.

But in the end, the elderly maid still swallowed all the ranting she was about to unleash and replaced her frown with a smile.

"Master has called for you Miss Inna. He is waiting by his study."

Inna stacked all the blackened books neatly in the corner before she faced the young maids.

"Bring the hobo sack--I mean, my things to the study first. I'll just be changing and will go in a while."

The young maids, with the sack at hand, excused themselves to head towards the study. Then, they were followed by the elderly maid closely.

As soon as they were out, Inna closed the door. She took off her blackened dirty robe and changed into her 'battle gear' from back when she was in the Miasma forest. Originally, she had no idea where to put where but the guards she befriended in the mansion happily helped her out with her problem. Now, she's able to a.s.semble her armor easily like combining Legos.

After changing, she grabbed all the books she had gotten and proceeded to the study hall.

She knocked on the door before forcibly entering with no regard to anyone. Then, she dumped the stack of books by the side like they were nothing and dusted her hands.

"Hey, be careful!" Solomon stood up from his chair to inspect the books. But his face became pale when he saw the state they were in.

"What did you do?!" Solomon cried out.

His precious collection were all blackened like they were burnt!

"Relax. It's just soot. It can be cleaned up." Inna shrugged nonchalantly.

Solomon was about to glare at Inna when he noticed her appearance.

"You…" He had no words.

Is this girl even a girl?

Her hair was sticking up everywhere and her face and armor were so dirty that she actually looked like a deranged beggar on the streets.

"You look like you just went to war and something exploded in your face."

"Speaking of explosions.…"

Inna laughed nervously.