After a night spent outdoors—for the first time in years for a protagonist who rarely left the manga shop—Akira woke up in the best way imaginable.
He was lying on a futon inside the tent when he felt something warm and wet licking his face.
"C'mon, Cecilia… leave me alone… hehe…" he mumbled sleepily, grinning like an idiot.
But when he opened his eyes—
"MINU?!"
The tiny fairy was sitting on his chest, licking his face with suspicious enthusiasm.
"Yay! We finally have budget for ice cream… jejeje~!"
"Minu… you're drooling on me," Akira said, gently pushing her aside, visibly traumatized.
He tried to get up but something heavy stopped him.
He slowly lifted the futon blanket.
And there she was.
Cecilia. Sleeping. Out of uniform. On top of him.
"…I'm definitely getting canceled for this."
She slowly opened her eyes, rubbed them, and smiled at him calmly.
"Good morning, Master. Did you sleep well? I wanted to keep your futon warm…"
Akira, frozen like a festival statue, responded purely on leftover brain function:
"Okay… but why aren't you wearing your outfit?"
"I didn't want it to get wrinkled."
…
…
"Understood…" he muttered—right before passing out, crushed beneath the weight of his maid's illogical logic.
Later that same day, after the chaotic wake-up, a long walk, and several minutes of awkward silence, the group finally arrived at the village of Greenhill.
To Akira's surprise, it wasn't as abandoned as he expected. Small, yes. Rustic, sure. But… inhabited.
"Minu… didn't you say the whole kingdom was empty?"
"And why do you think I got fired from all my previous jobs?" she replied, fluttering around shamelessly.
Akira chose not to respond. He just sighed and kept walking.
He approached a man tilling the soil, flanked by two rugged-looking kids with the dead-eyed stares of children who had already seen too much.
"Excuse me, sir…"
The farmer glanced up and down at him with a hard expression, as if evaluating whether he was worth wasting spit on.
"What do you want, kid? Some of us actually work around here."
"Sorry, I just wanted to know if—"
"Show some respect! You're talking to the King of Faraluz!" Minu interrupted, puffing her chest with excessive pride.
The man shrugged.
"Oh, that changes everything," he said—then proceeded to ignore Akira even harder.
Cecilia, serene like a poisonous flower, stepped forward and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Excuse me, Mr. Farmer. We just wanted to ask a few quick questions, if that's alright."
"I don't have time to waste on city folk," he growled, not even looking at her.
Akira closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
His patience was evaporating like this story's budget.
"I'm so done."
And then, he did what any reasonable person would do in a nonsensical narrative universe…
He spun Cecilia's coin.
Click.
A flash. A transformation. A full personality switch.
The yankee version of his maid grinned—violence radiating off her in waves.
Then, out came the diplomatic club.
We cannot show what happened next, due to SPN guidelines and this universe's content restrictions.
All we'll say is there were screams, smoke, a chicken flew through the air for no reason, and someone yelled,
"I just wanted to grow potatoes!!"
A few beatings—ahem, moments—later…
"What a kind gentleman, showing us where the town hall is," Cecilia said sweetly, back in her normal form, fixing her hair with an innocent smile.
"Yes… all thanks to you," Akira replied, torn between admiration, fear, and resignation.
He looked toward the town center, thoughtful.
"Now I wonder… what kind of person is the ruler of Greenhill?"
He didn't know yet…
That the answer was:
A tsundere wrapped in flames, with emotional regulation issues and a pathological fear of magical fire extinguishers.
But that… Was coming soon.