Combat Maid Harem

Lawrend and Elena returned to the empire once they were done.

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"Master, welcome back," Aleshia said as she watched him land in front of her.

"I'm back. Are you ready to go?" Lawrend asked.

"Already? It's nighttime."

"Yes. I don't know any good place in the imperial capital city so you will have to be the one to guide me around," Lawrend replied.

He was about to take Aleshia out on a date. It was the reward she requested from him.

"I know quite a few places," Aleshia said and nodded her head.

"Let's go. Elena can take care of the children again." Lawrend glanced at Elena beside him.

"I will follow your orders, Master," Elena replied and slightly bowed to him.

Her current appearance and reaction were completely different from what she showed him earlier by the river banks. No one would've guessed that she had that lewd side to her.

"Okay!" Aleshia nodded her head.

Lawrend took Aleshia's hand and they left the castle together. Lawrend wore a mask mid-flight to cover his face. It was plain white with no design on it.

"Cover your face too. It will be weird for you to date someone other than me," Lawrend said to her.

"Yes, Master."

Aleshia pulled out her own mask and covered her face. This was the one she usually used whenever she assassinated someone. It was pitch black and made it hard to see under the dark.

They went around the streets and people would look up at them. It wasn't forbidden to fly in the imperial city as long as you don't go over 40 meters high. There were many powerful mages here that could fly so it was allowed here unlike in the previous Undrasil Kingdom's royal capital.

"What do you want to do, Master?" Aleshia asked.

There were magic shops, restaurants, potion stores, beast stores, and peddlers from each side of the street they flew in. Many of these places looked interesting.

After more than three years under Lawrend's rule, the imperial capital experienced a rapid recovery. Many destroyed parts had already been replaced with bustling areas. The past was slowly becoming history.

"I want to see you look cute. Why not a clothing store?" Lawrend replied.

"Do I not look cute enough?" Aleshia pouted slightly.

"You need to look cooler as an assassin to the point where your victims don't regret dying to you."

A faint smile couldn't help but form on Lawrend's face as he said that. He imagined a beautiful assassin under the moonlight twirling around as heads fall down and blood splattered everywhere.

It was an amazing image and Lawrend wanted to see it with Aleshia. The reason he fell for her was that she was an assassin. She was interesting and her life was even more so.

"Hehehe. That's true."

Aleshia nodded her head with a smile. She also imagined something similar along those lines.

"I will bring us to a good one then, Master," Aleshia said.

She led the way and they flew in a specific direction. They stopped in front of a clothing store with barely anyone in the area.

"Are you sure this clothing store is good?"

It looked like a place that people avoided. It didn't look like one where they would find what they were looking for.

"This is the place. Only the elites know about this place," Aleshia said and opened the door.

Lawrend walked inside and looked around. A strong floral scent assaulted his nose. There were cute and beautiful dresses hanging on one side and there were formal and prestigious-looking suits and cloaks on the other.

"Wow. You were right."

The place was better than the absence of customers told him. Everything seemed so expensive right out of the bat. There were even expensive lightings fixed at the ceiling that used light stones to light up the merchandise.

"Good evening, Customers. What brings the two of you here?" a store clerk asked.

He was an old man with a trimmed beard and white mustache. He looked like an expert on whatever field he knew about. He had a formal suit on that was slightly similar to butlers.

"My Master wants to dress me up," Aleshia replied.

"Oh? This is an expensive procedure as everything needs to be made custom. Are you sure?"

The store clerk eyed them up and down. He scrutinized their clothing using his eyes. In this empire, clothing worn by powerful people was different from the clothing worn by the average person.

"Money is not a problem."

Lawrend casually waved his hand.

"Very well. Follow me to the back."

The store clerk noticed something on their clothing and stopped hindering them. He led the way deeper inside the shop. They took several steps and reached a small room.

"This room is made for privacy. Miss, you can take off your clothes. It'd be better if I can also see because I will be the one making your clothes," the store clerk replied.

"Hm?" Lawrend furrowed his eyebrows.

"Mister, I'm sorry for the rudeness. My name is Ruford Class. If you are uncomfortable letting the miss appear naked in front of me, you can have her wear a thin body suit," Ruford said.

"Are you sure you're not just a pervert?"

"Certainly not. I have seen my fair share of woman's bodies. I don't desire them no more unless they are of my belated wife's."

Ruford didn't frown at the mention of his dead wife. He stared at Lawrend with very pure eyes. After seeing that, Lawrend could tell that he was telling the truth.

"Fine. This isn't weird anyway."

Lawrend sighed. He decided to give up since this was also the case back in his previous world. Fashion designers would have their models pose naked and put on clothing on them on the spot then modify that clothing until they were satisfied.

"I thank you for your understanding. Could I get your name?"

"My name is… Ren and she is Shia," Lawrend replied and winked at Aleshia.