I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

As soon as we stepped inside, half-transformed—no, half-beastkin—Cassimilly greeted us warmly.

The shop had clearly changed since its relocation.

The interior was different, the space was larger, and everything looked newer.

Since Rizi had offered favorable conditions for the move, a bigger shop was probably part of the deal.

"It’s been a while, Miss Lilith. Or should I call you Lady Blackwood now?"

"Whichever you prefer."

"And this lady beside you—is she your friend? Or your maid?"

"I am Isabel, Lady Lilith’s personal maid."

"She’s both. We were actually colleagues when I was still a maid."

"Ah, then I imagine you must be quite close. In that case…"

Without another word, Cassimilly stood up and walked over to the display shelves.

Her hips and tail swayed seductively with each step.

It was a little too much for my taste.

‘At least Cat is a girl. That’s a relief.’

If Cassimilly had been the ‘grandmother’ of a growing teenage boy, that boy’s preferences would have definitely been influenced beyond saving.

And considering she was a werewolf, she didn’t even look like she had aged.

Whether this was a werewolf-exclusive trait or a universal beastkin trait, I wasn’t sure.

‘Now that I think about it… almost all of her customers are men.’

And not just any men—most of them looked wealthy.

Some were even nobles, given how they instantly averted their gazes the moment our eyes met.