106. A desirable noble life...*

[Thyra was in the form of a maid named Mayera.]

"Mayera, what are you doing?" The young maid frowned as Thyra was unable to cut fruit. It wasn't that she couldn't cut it. Instead, Thyra was nowhere near trained enough to make a beautiful decoration out of the fruit.

Thyra was never very good at handling or making food. And after coming to this world, she didn't even need to move her finger to do anything. Naturally, her already bad abilities just worsened over time.

"Move," The young maid was frustrated with all the work she already had on her hands, just like any other servant in the kitchen. Even if she continued to curse Thyra, her hand wouldn't stop craving the fruit.

'Do they really need to have such a luxurious dinner in the middle of a war?' Thyra couldn't help but shake her head. It was like the lord of the city didn't have an ounce of doubt that they might lose the city.

And Thyra could understand why. They might have already known about the presence of the empire's army. Obviously, he did not have to worry about losing with the city wall and a thousand-man army behind him.

Thyra was relieved that he was underestimating her, but she couldn't do the same. For her plan to succeed, she had to find Feitur fast.

Each passing second is important, and with each passing second, the empire will be coming closer to the city. As she was thinking of a way to find Feitur…

"Mayera, come with me." Another maid grabbed her hand and pulled her away. This maid was much older and was wearing a much more sophisticated dress than others. Thyra guessed that this one might hold an important position.

However, what surprised her was the expression on the faces of the other maids. Even the young maid quickly put down the work and grabbed Thyra's hand, saying, "Madam, she is still new. She won't be able to do it."

"What are you doing?" The senior maid glared at her, asking, "Do you want to take her place?"

The young maid bit her lip as she worriedly looked at Thyra. Still, she slowly let go of Thyra's hand. The older maid would not let her say anything, so she grabbed Thyra and pulled her away.

As she was about to leave the kitchen, she shouted, "What are you waiting for? The Lord will finish his bath soon. Don't make the Lord wait on the table."

Thyra was pulled out of the kitchen and dragged through the corridor. She could already guess where she was taking her. If it were the real Mayera, she might have a reason to worry. For Thyra, it was just what she needed.

The senior maid quickly dragged her to the bathroom but didn't enter the room. Instead, she was taken to the small room on the side of the bathroom. As soon as she entered the room, she felt it was much warmer than outside.

The senior maid glared at her, but her voice was almost at the level of whispering as she said, "What are you doing? Quickly undress."

Thyra didn't waste any time and did as she was ordered. The older maid found the softest washcloth she could find and gave it to Thyra, saying, "Do not make any noise. Obey every order the Lord gives you. You are lucky that you can serve the Lord. Don't do anything embarrassing, like crying in front of the Lord."

As soon as Thyra nodded, she opened the other door in the room. With steam gushing into the room, Thyr had no problem understanding that it led to the bathroom. The senior maid pushed her from the back, whispering, "Behave."

Thyra walked into the room naked, holding the washcloth. The first thing she noticed was the pool that was giving off steam. Even Bella had nothing like that in the mansion, much less Thyra's mansion.

Although this place could also be called a countryside compared to the capital, unlike the viscounty, this place has two very lucrative trades. First, being at the border of the kingdom and the empire, it imposed taxes on the merchants. Also, being situated on grassland, this place is known for its great warhorses.

Although Feitur wasn't as rich as the lord of Digen, they were still many times richer than the late Viscount Justin.

And it can be observed in the luxurious lifestyle of Feiture. Although a high-storied pool was not uncommon in Thyra's last world, having one on the third floor is a real sign of luxury.

As soon as Thyra entered the bathroom, the senior maid poked her from behind, pointing in a certain direction. She whispered, "Wait until the Lord is done with his bath. Don't make any sound."

However, no matter how silent the senior maid was, her words suppressed the thumping sound. Three pairs of eyes were still turned towards her. The first one was from another naked maid with a washcloth waiting at a distance.

The second one was from a mature woman who looked like a noble lady but might still be at the end of her teenage years.

Thyra had seen the last pair of eyes. Although it was far away, Thyra could still recognise the face with an excess amount of fat.

But there was something different in his gaze, and it made her shiver as goosebumps spread all over her skin. Thyra turned to look back at him, wondering if her gaze had a similar effect on the women she had slept with.

His gaze was slimy, making Thyra want to poke into his eyes. Even ignoring the fact that his gaze was molesting her naked body, Thyra was more disgusted that his meat shaft was inside another woman.

The unfortunate girl was balancing herself on the pool's edge, fighting desperately not to fall due to the man's rhythmic thrusting.

Her breasts moved wildly back and forth like pendulums as Feitur grabbed her hair from the back and assaulted her pussy.

She was biting her lips, not letting a sound out, while her eyes were wide open as she tried not to cry. Yet her tears were showing no sign of stopping.

Thyra was sure she should have been angry while seeing the scene unfold in front of her. Instead, for some reason, she felt aggravated, seeing someone else living her ideal noble life.

It is rude to stare. The senior maid nagged at her from behind and ordered her to "go, stand in the corner."

It was only then that Thyra realised that she was staring at his junior. When they looked at each other again, Feitur gave her a lusty smile and smacked the girl, who he was already ploughing, on her already red ass. Then he started to thrust at her more roughly.

"Father, please think about it twice." The noble lady quickly went on her knee and put her forehead on the ground, pleading, "Young master Kendrik betroths my sister."

"Eldest son of Baron Kyel?" Feitur never stopped moving his waist as he said, "Baron Kyel is already dead. And Kendric? After the empire's army had taken over their city, his body is hung at the gate along with his entire family."

The noble lady raised her head and glared at him, saying, "If my father hears about it…"

"He won't." Feitur didn't let her finish her words. He smiled, saying, "If he was sure about his survival, would he have sent her precious younger daughter here?"

The noblewoman didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was true. Her father might not even be alive. But that doesn't mean she could just send her sister to her father-in-law's bed, who was as old as her father.