The Hero Kicked Me Out of His Party, So I Turned Him into My Maid - Chapter 40

The anxiety in Kresser’s eyes, along with a not-too-intense but deeply moving fervor, invigorated Ariel.

Seemingly sensing the intensity of her emotions, Lise awkwardly released her grip. Although her face remained expressionless as before, the curve of her lips spoke volumes:

“I come from the Davor family, I am Lise Davor.”

The Davor family…

More shocking than Lise’s sudden display of emotion was her background.

Once upon a time, the Davor family was a renowned magical family on the continent. Members of the family excelled in ice and spatial magic, and were pillars of a certain kingdom, holding a position similar to that of the Tafflin family in the Kingdom of Viseryn.

Suddenly one day, the Davor family was wiped out without warning, leaving behind a pile of corpses and blood staining the flowers all over the mountain.

It is said that the body of the patriarch of the Davor family, the royal court’s archmage, was also discovered.

The entire human race was utterly shocked; people simply couldn’t imagine which human force had the power to destroy the Davor family.

This remains a mystery to this day.

“I happened to be studying in Viseline. After the massacre of my family, I saw my parents for the last time.”

“My parents were afraid that my grief would make me unable to recover, so they left me with an emotional stripping magic circle to strip away my emotions and form a mental body.”

“I want to avenge my parents and family…”

Lise’s tone still carried a chilling edge that penetrated to the very soul. When she uttered the words “revenge,” the temperature in the room plummeted, and the water in the sink froze completely.

…

Ariel could sense the emotions emanating from Lise in this.

But I always feel a subtle sense of disharmony…

“I’ve learned the Emotion Stripping Magic Circle; I can use it.”

Brienne remained seated in the same spot, her hands on her lap, her eyes vacant, displaying a standard sitting posture.

When she was first brought back, she didn’t seem like an automaton at all. At this point, Brienne was more like an automaton than an automaton.

If this continues, let alone training her to be a maid, it will take some effort even to make her resemble a fake human.

…

“Yes, Senior Lise, thank you for your help.”

Come to my dorm. I live alone.

Lise deftly pushed open the door, and the warm air outside blew in and turned into snowflakes that fell down beside her.

Ariel followed behind Lysser with Brienne by her side, her mind filled with unease.

So this is what the real Lise is like… You could say she’s a volcano hidden beneath an iceberg?

Compared to the silent, expressionless, and emotionless Lise of the past, she is definitely better now.

After all, we’ll be practicing together in the future, so it’s definitely a good thing to be able to easily communicate and build relationships.

The only difference between the third-year dormitories and the first-year dormitories is their location; the interiors are quite similar.

Lise pushed open the door, and a cool breeze carrying a faint scent of wood wafted in.

“Please come in. I have a cold constitution, and no one wants to live with me, so I live alone.”

Ariel stood at the doorway and glanced around. It was still a small living room, a bedroom, and a kitchen, much like her own dormitory.

The room was exceptionally clean, with only two pots of frosty orchids on the windowsill, their leaves covered with a layer of ice, serving as the only decorations.

All the extra furniture had disappeared, leaving only a single bed with a dark blue sheet, the bedding neatly made, a few ice crystals still on the pillow, a solid wood wardrobe, and a large desk with a chair—the standard features of a dormitory.

The empty spaces in the dormitory were completely devoid of furniture and other items, just sitting there blankly.

Ariel slowly walked into the kitchen and saw that there were no traces of cooking utensils or ingredients, only a stack of cleaned dishes.

These utensils belong to a student who cooks in the dormitory and delivers meals outside. The next day, when delivering meals, they collect the utensils used in the previous meal.

It seems that Lise doesn’t know how to cook, or rather, she only cares about filling her stomach and doesn’t pursue more delicious or abundant food.

Looking back, the door was half-open, and Lise hadn’t entered the dormitory; she didn’t know where she had gone.

Brienne stood motionless by the doorway against the wall.

At this moment, the thick book open on the desk caught the eye.

Ariel walked slowly over and saw the book on the left side of the desk, titled “Exemplary Magic for the Defense of the North.” Next to it was a notebook used to record knowledge in class, with small but powerful handwriting.

I remember this book was a textbook used in the third-grade curriculum, and I will have to study it when I go to the third grade.

On the right side of the book, a wooden cup remains half-filled with cold water.

To the right are two more small items: one of them is a diamond-shaped brooch with the Davor family crest on it, and you can feel the powerful magic emanating from the Davor family.

The other one is a general timetable for first-year students at the Witch Academy, which circles the time for a class’s practical training session, and the other courses are marked differently.

It was clear that it was my class’s timetable.

It turns out that Lise has to schedule her time according to her own class schedule every day… She must be working really hard.

However, he still hadn’t asked her why she was protecting him so much, even to the point of squeezing out time to study.

I’ve never met Lise before, just like Eve… Could it be that I have some past with her?

That seems unlikely. It’s too much of a coincidence. If this happened in a novel, readers would probably be cursing the author for “losing their mind.”

Lise finally returned to her dorm and placed two chairs, which she had borrowed from somewhere, on the floor. She put one in the center of the room and the other against the wall.

“Draw the magic circle later, maid, sit there.”

Lise pointed to the chair placed in the center of the room.

“Brienne, go there!”

“Ariel commanded.”

Brienne didn’t hesitate this time. She slowly stood up and sat obediently in the chair.

Lise stood to the side, holding a piece of chalk specifically used for drawing magic circles.

She closed her eyes, recalling each step of drawing the emotion-removing magic circle in her mind, as well as the complete picture of the completed magic circle.

This is an extremely intricate and complex magic circle; even a teacher specializing in magic runes would be taken aback by it.

Lise, however, was different. She controlled the chalk with magic, as if she were simply writing on paper. The chalk left marks on the ground without hesitation, almost perfectly accurate.

If Mira, who had only studied the second page of “Basic Magic Runes” in just a few days, were to see this, she would surely envy Lise’s ease and skill.

After all, she now has to exert some effort even to manipulate chalk with magic…

It’s a pity I can’t watch it.

This involves the hero’s secret, which is too big for Mira to handle; if it were exposed, it would definitely crush her.

Mila is innocent…

After an hour of drawing, Lise returned the chalk to the chalk box and looked at Ariel:

“Prepare to activate the magic circle. Brian’s personality will briefly awaken, so get ready.”