Saintess? Not Anymore! I'd Rather be a Destroyer-Chapter 300 - 237: New maid

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"And they were weaklings... I already killed five Grand Humans all at once. So killing those in the Shinia Highland was easy. They couldn’t even struggle," Aurianna said with a soft chuckle, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I couldn’t let them get away with their crime—daring to sell me like livestock."

Ezra’s face twisted in disgust. "The people weren’t part of that crime! What is wrong with you?!" she shouted, her fists clenched.

Aurianna tilted her head at her, unfazed. "Why so grumpy?" she asked, her voice laced with mockery. "They were useless anyway, so what does it matter if I killed them all?" Her lips curled into a smirk as she caught the annoyed expression on King Girsal’s face.

"I think she’s bluffing," Iona scoffed, crossing her arms.

Aurianna merely giggled. "You can go scout tomorrow if you like, but you’ll find nothing left. The land belongs to us now, anyway. Sandeph can expand without opposition."

"You’re mad!" Iona snapped, her eyes flaring with fury.

"I know, chi, chi, chi~" Aurianna laughed, resting her chin on her palm. "I must do what’s best for our country, after all. And it’s obvious—I’m going to be Queen one day!" she declared, her voice filled with pride.

"Don’t get ahead of yourself, Aurianna," Helto scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Aurianna turned to her with a wicked grin. "Oh? My dear sister Helto, jealous, are we?" She tapped her fingers against the chair she sat on. "No need to be. It’s obvious that I’m stronger, smarter, and I have the most powerful subordinates. I am the best candidate for the throne, isn’t that right, Father?" She turned to King Girsal, her sharp gaze locked onto him.

King Girsal let out a slow sigh before nodding. "Yes... you are." Then, with a wave of his hand, he added, "But enough of this. Let’s stop bickering and enjoy the event. This discussion can wait."

Aurianna huffed but leaned back in her seat. "Fine."

A voice rang out across the hall. "Well then! Tonight’s entertainment—ten slaves will be fighting in the arena! Royal family members, please select your candidates."

"I’ll choose that buff demi-human there," Leora declared, pointing confidently at a towering figure with broad shoulders. Now thirteen, she had long green hair cascading down her back and a pair of sharp green eyes that gleamed with excitement against her fair skin.

"I’ll take the bird girl," Ularo stated calmly, his gaze lingering on the bird humanoid. He was now nineteen, his short, spiky brown hair slightly tousled. His fair skin and green eyes made him appear composed, but internally, his thoughts wavered. ’In just a few years, Aurianna has grown so much... But she scares me,’ he admitted to himself, feeling an uneasy chill crawl up his spine.

"I’ll choose the snake man!" Hawk announced proudly, his youthful energy apparent. Now twelve, he had fair skin, striking green eyes, and short black hair that barely covered his forehead.

"I’ll take the human man," Blade said in a measured tone. Now twenty-three, her features remained unchanged—long, straight blonde hair, smooth cream-colored skin, and piercing green eyes.

"Umm... I’ll take the guy with the horns," Wein muttered nervously, shifting in her seat. At fifty-four, she still looked like she was in her teens—brown skin glowing under the evening lights, downturned green eyes that often carried hesitation, and long black braids resting against her back.

"The snake woman," Helto said coldly, her voice void of emotion. Now sixty-two, she sat with her usual rigid posture. Her long black hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, and her full grey eyes reflected nothing but indifference. Her fair skin, untouched by age, made her look even more intimidating.

"I’ll take the bull girl... or whatever she is," Venassa grumbled, crossing her arms in annoyance. Now seventy-seven, her short black hair framed her sharp face, and her slim green eyes showed little interest in the selection. Her fair skin gave her an almost ghostly look under the dim lighting.

"That lady with the big fluffy tail!" Yogi squealed happily, practically bouncing in her seat. At eleven, she still had that childish excitement, her bright blue eyes twinkling with delight. Her short red hair barely reached her shoulders, and her fair skin flushed with enthusiasm.

"I’ll take the demon," Nigie said dully, not even bothering to look up. At ten years old, she was strangely calm. Her long black hair draped over her back, and her beautiful brown skin contrasted with her sharp green eyes.

Aurianna, who had been silent until now, leaned forward slightly, her gaze scanning the remaining fighters before settling on a ragged brown-skinned teenage girl standing at the far end.

"I’ll take that scrawny girl over there," she said calmly, pointing a slender finger at the girl, who straightened at the sudden attention.

’She seems like a good fighter,’ Aurianna thought, watching the girl’s tired but unwavering eyes.

She smirked. "Hmm... Girl, what’s your name?"

"Catherine, Princess," she stated calmly, her dull eyes locking onto Aurianna without a hint of emotion.

"I see, I see. And your class?" Aurianna asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Berserker," Catherine replied flatly.

"Good. Here, have a broadsword," Aurianna said, raising her hand. A weapon formed before her eyes—a massive broadsword made entirely of gleaming crystal. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it toward Catherine.

Catherine caught the weapon with ease, her grip firm despite her ragged appearance. "Thank you, Princess," she said, adjusting her stance as she tested the weapon’s weight.

Aurianna’s gaze swept across the area, and she frowned slightly. "Hmm... Where’s Brother Vatium, Husae, Freed, and Zelnu?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity as she noticed their absence.

Cecilia stiffened. "They... umm..." she began hesitantly.

"You can’t tell me they’re dead too?" Aurianna scoffed before Cecilia could even answer. She leaned back with an exasperated sigh. "How incompetent."

Cecilia flinched, while Ularo frowned. "How did you know?" he asked cautiously.

"That they were dead?" Aurianna let out a soft chuckle. "I didn’t. Just making assumptions." She gave a nonchalant shrug.

’Well, to be more exact, I just predicted the stupid excuse you’d give me,’ she thought coldly, her expression unreadable.

"But that doesn’t bother me," she continued, stretching her arms. "Less competition for the throne, you know." A smirk played on her lips as she let out a light chuckle.

"So, once everyone has chosen their weapons, let the fight begin!" the host declared, raising his arms as the crowd murmured in anticipation.

Aurianna yawned and leaned back in her seat, resting her head against her hand. "I’m going to sleep for a bit," she murmured, closing her eyes. "Wake me up when someone wins."

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Aurianna’s family tree.

King Girsal- 413 years old

Queen Amber- 352 years old -Husae -Ralph -Aurianna

Concubine Momo- 328 years old -Vatium Concubine Cecilia- 318 years old -Zelnu -Freed -Blade

Concubine Ezra- 306 years old -Nigie Concubine Lauren- 291 years old -Venassa -Wein

Concubine Yesphine- 286 years old. -Yogi -Hawk

Concubine Iona- 282 years old -Ularo Concubine Emirie- 278 years old. -Helto -Leora

After the event, Catherine emerged as the victor, having slaughtered every opponent thrown at her. Yet, her victory brought no satisfaction. As the crowd roared in excitement, celebrating the bloodshed, she felt nothing but emptiness.

Her reward? A new role. Two weeks had passed since that night, and she was now assigned as a maid to Princess Aurianna.

Now, she walked through the grand halls of Aurianna’s mansion, her steps silent against the polished floors. She was accompanied by an older maid, a woman who carried herself well.

"Why is Princess Aurianna called the Blood Princess?" Catherine asked suddenly, her voice calm but laced with curiosity.

The older maid stiffened and quickly glanced around before leaning in. "Shhh! Never speak that name so casually in this place," she whispered urgently.

"But why?" Catherine pressed, her dull eyes betraying a flicker of intrigue.

The maid sighed, shaking her head. "I suppose since you’re new, you haven’t heard what she did before she disappeared for those few years." Her voice dropped lower, almost as if afraid Aurianna herself might hear.

"Every year, more than a hundred maids and butlers die by her hands. Sometimes for a single mistake. Sometimes because she suspects ulterior motives. There are even whispers that she has slaughtered the sons and daughters of nobles who dared to disrespect her."

Catherine remained silent, absorbing the words.

The maid’s face paled as she continued. "The princess is often cold, but when she’s in a good mood—oh, that’s the worst." She trembled, clutching her arms as if remembering something dreadful. "Don’t be fooled by her jolly demeanor. When she smiles... that’s when she’s most dangerous."

They approached Aurianna’s chambers, the towering doors looming before them. The older maid turned to Catherine, her expression grave.

"Before you enter, listen to me carefully." Her voice was firm, yet tinged with worry. "Don’t let her looks deceive you. If you fall for her too much, you’re dead."

"We’re here, Catherine. Princess Aurianna’s room," the older maid said, her voice firm yet cautious. Her eyes flickered toward the two knights standing guard at the grand doors, their armored figures unmoving like statues.

Catherine followed her gaze, taking in the imposing sight of the knights. Their faces were completely hidden beneath their helmets, the kingdom’s crest emblazoned on their chest plates. Each held a long spear in their left hand.

"Greetings, honorable knights. I’ve come to introduce Princess Aurianna to her new maid," the older maid said, bowing deeply.

Noticing her superior’s formality, Catherine quickly followed suit, lowering her head. Sweat gathered on her brow. Even though she had fought to the death and survived, something about this moment unnerved her. The whispers, the stories—this was the princess who had single-handedly destroyed an entire country. Yet, no one dared to speak of it aloud.

The knight on the right finally responded, his voice cold and unreadable. "The Princess was expecting you. You may enter."

With a simple motion, the knight on the left turned, grasping the large door handles and pushing them open. The doors parted with a deep creak, revealing the room beyond.

As Catherine stepped inside, she froze.

The room was bathed in a soft light, yet the way it illuminated Aurianna made it seem as though the glow existed solely for her. She sat elegantly in the center, poised like a figure from a portrait. Her white hair shimmered under the light.

Compared to the ruthless woman Catherine had seen in the stadium, Aurianna appeared almost... divine.

Beside her, another figure stood, carefully pouring tea into an ornate porcelain cup. Catherine hadn’t noticed them at first, her attention completely ensnared by Aurianna’s beauty. But as the person turned to face them, stepping forward slightly, a cold shiver ran down her spine.

Her breath hitched.

Her gaze shifted from Aurianna to the tea server—and the moment she got a good look, her body tensed.

Something about them was deeply unsettling.

The person’s face wasn’t normal. It was made of wood. The figure resembled a doll—except it was the size of an adult human. Dressed in a maid uniform nearly identical to Catherine’s, the eerie construct took a step forward. Every movement was exaggerated, stiff, and forceful, as if controlled by invisible strings.

Catherine’s fingers twitched. Her instincts told her something was deeply unnatural about this thing.

"Welcome, Head Maid Feish. How may I help you today?"

The voice was unmistakably feminine, smooth and clear. Yet, Catherine saw no mouth on its wooden face.

Feish let out a nervous chuckle, though she maintained her composure. "Your invention is wonderful as always, Princess Aurianna," she said, her tone laced with forced admiration.

Aurianna smiled warmly, her delicately patted Zagan whom was resting on her lap. "Thank you, Feish. Once I’m done refining my invention, I believe the maids assigned to me won’t be scared of dying anymore."

Catherine tensed. The words sounded pleasant enough, yet their meaning was far from comforting.

Feish didn’t flinch. She simply maintained her pleasant smile, nodding along as if Aurianna had made a completely reasonable statement.

Aurianna then turned her full attention to Catherine, her gaze sweeping over the girl with a slow, deliberate interest. "I’m guessing this new girl here is to be my personal maid, like I requested?"

Now able to get a proper look at her, Aurianna’s expression flickered with surprise.

Catherine was... unexpectedly beautiful.

Her dark brown skin was smooth and elegant, a stark contrast to the ragged appearance she had in the tournament. Her dull orange eyes carried a detached, almost lifeless quality, yet there was something oddly striking about them. But what truly caught Aurianna off guard was Catherine’s figure.

Her eyes trailed lower.

Aurianna’s lips twitched.

Her chest was—large. Far larger than what a fifteen-year-old should have.

Aurianna unconsciously glanced down at her own, patting her chest lightly. The difference was obvious. A faint scowl crossed her face for a brief moment before she quickly schooled her expression back into one of indifference.

Feish, noticing the shift, answered before Aurianna could dwell further. "Yes, Princess. Her name is Catherine, the winner of the slave tournament—the girl you chose."

Catherine finally spoke, bowing slightly. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess."

Aurianna’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before a slow, amused smile curled her lips.

Blushing slightly, Catherine couldn’t help but admire Aurianna’s beauty. Her skin was flawless, white as fresh snow, and practically glowing under the room’s light. Her crystal-like blue or white eyes shimmered, framed by long lashes. Silky white hair cascaded down her back. Her lips, soft and pink like rose petals, parted slightly as she spoke, revealing pearly white teeth.

And then there was her gown—elegant yet simple. She looked... precious. Almost doll-like.

Catherine’s heart skipped for a second.

"When will I grow boisterous boobs too?" Aurianna suddenly muttered, her cold expression twisting into an exaggerated frown.

Feish exhaled a long, tired sigh. "Please don’t bother yourself with such irrelevant things, Princess."

"Humph!" Aurianna huffed, crossing her arms.

"Has she gone through orientation?" Aurianna asked, quickly shifting the subject.

"Yes, she has, Princess," Feish confirmed.

Before Aurianna could respond, a blur of movement rushed toward her.

"Princess! I’m so glad you’re back!"

A bubbly voice rang through the room as a girl launched herself at Aurianna, arms outstretched for a hug.

Aurianna sidestepped effortlessly.

With a loud *thud*, the girl collided headfirst into the floor.

Catherine winced.

The girl quickly sat up, rubbing her forehead with a teary pout.

"Yui, it’s been a long time," Aurianna chuckled, placing a hand on her hip.

Yui’s pout quickly shifted into an emotional grin. Tears streamed down her face as she sniffled. "Yes, it has, Princess! Everyone thought you were dead, but I knew you were alive!"

Aurianna tilted her head slightly, watching Yui sob.