Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!-Chapter 359: D133. Maid!

The Hero wiped the sweat from his forehead and watched as the last injured person nearby stood up with surprise. Except for the torn and blood-stained fabric from a goblin’s claws on his pants, one couldn’t make out the bloodbath that had just occurred.

She looked at the wounded man, who was filled with joy at having survived such an ordeal, and a relieved smile appeared on her face, but then she became a bit tense again.

"Don’t stand up so quickly... You’ve lost too much blood just now; it hasn’t recovered that fast—"

To ensure she could treat more people, the Hero also controlled the amount of Magic Power she expended.

Before she could finish her sentence, the patient’s face, which had brightened with excitement, quickly turned pale again, and he staggered, almost falling over.

The Hero hurried forward to support him, her long hair, damp with sweat from her efforts, emitted a strange and pure fragrance, which sobered up the injured man who had stars in his eyes.

"Hero, let me help him to rest!"

Without the girl needing to ask, seeing that she seemed somewhat strained, an Adventurer immediately came forward voluntarily.

His envious gaze lingered on the injured man being personally supported by the Hero, then quickly took him over under the thankful glance of the Hero.

Unaware of the Adventurer’s slight ulterior motive, the Hero let out a sigh of relief and wiped the fine sweat off her forehead again.

After all, she wasn’t a real medical professional, only using her physical and Magic Power to heal, efficient though it was, it would soon reach its limit.

But fortunately, she wasn’t fighting alone.

The chaos within the city had calmed down, and the goblins with nowhere to escape were thoroughly eliminated, with almost no further deaths aside from the initial victims.

"It should be over there as well—" The Hero sensed the gradually steadying swirl of Magic Power in the distance, her fingers unconsciously touching the Wind Moon Night on her neck.

During the rush to rescue, the Hero’s form had been recognized by many people, so much so that most overlooked her attire, but there were still a few who cast curious glances.

’Definitely seen as a weird person now,’ she thought of those few people’s hesitant attitudes, her gaze wandering, her cheeks blushing slightly.

Although the Slave Collar wasn’t heavy, its design never considered wearability; coupled with her prior experiences, realizing the battle was over, the Hero finally could—

"Eh?"

Her expression changed slightly, her delicate hands groping around the collar.

After finding nothing, she reached out anxiously with both hands, but the hands gripping the collar just slightly tightened then stopped.

Realizing she couldn’t destroy this Legendary Equipment, the Hero stood there blankly.

"Can’t... take this off?"

Behind her, the dress soaked with sweat subtly revealed red Magic Patterns, the Phoenix curled up within the hollow closed its narrow phoenix eyes as if mocking, curving into a delighted arch.

[Hero’s Sense of Shame]

D100+30=d100(80)+30=110

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As the violent and chaotic Magic Power gradually calmed like a storm, the Sergeant, holding a Long Blade covered in cracks, looked deeply at the earth crisscrossed with sword marks.

The figure of the Nightmare Sage had completely vanished, leaving not even a trace behind, as if it was a dream that had been forgotten upon awakening.

After a while, he sighed and sent out a signal of Magic Power.

Not far in the sky, an almost Transparent golden barrier enveloped the entire area, with Magical runes faintly visible on it.

For ordinary people, it was merely a screen they could pass through freely, but for dream creatures, it was an insurmountable chasm.

Upon the Sergeant’s signal, the barrier quickly faded away.

"Did we succeed?" Not far away, the Cruising Bishop came running, his eyes full of astonishment as he looked towards the battlefield.

The battle here had already far surpassed the level of the majority of people, to an extent that neither he nor the Clerical Order could interfere, but they were still able to arrive nearby and manage the setting of a Barrier.

But given the current situation, setting up the Barrier seemed somewhat redundant.

Unexpectedly to the Cruising Bishop, the Sergeant slowly shook his head, which made his expression become severe for a moment, but the Sergeant’s response confused him even more.

"Success... perhaps not quite, it can only be said that there was no Failure.

"The Barrier can block the Evil’s Magic Power, but ultimately it cannot stop pure dreams.

"The power of the Fantasy Species is still too overwhelming for Humankind."

[Memory of the Nightmare Sage (Death -50, Critical Success +30)]

D80=d80(74)=74

The confusion on the face of the Cruising Bishop gradually dissipated as he thoughtfully nodded.

"But anyway, we will not see that Nightmare again for a long time," the Sergeant’s tone relaxed as he sheathed his Long Blade.

"Let’s go check the situation in the city next, there may still be tasks needing our assistance, the Nightmare summoned Goblins, hoping the casualties aren’t too severe."

"Goblins..." The Cruising Bishop was momentarily startled; because of the events at the prison, he felt guilty and had devoted himself to chasing the Nightmare, not having seen the Hero for quite some time.

But upon hearing the keyword ’Goblins,’ his expression subtly changed.

The two men with similar hair colors looked at each other, seemingly understanding each other’s thoughts.

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Once reaching a certain level, Equipment no longer remains mere inanimate objects. Sensing the Hero’s troubles, Wind Moon Night timely provided its usage instructions.

"Emotional Affiliation..." The Hero mused slowly over the meaning of this Enchantment, falling into deep thought.

Suddenly, the vigorously boiling Magic Transformation burst into steam from the top of the Hero’s head. The flush triggered by embarrassment tinted her cheeks deeply red, her earlobes gleaming with a warm, gem-like redness, spreading to the roots, blooming gorgeously.

The young girl stood bewildered in the middle of the street, her expression dazed, then suddenly snapped awake, frantically looking around as if she was caught doing something disgraceful.

Realizing that people nearby were beginning to look at her with concern and puzzlement, she immediately turned around. Her powerful Perception now utterly useless, she fled aimlessly into a nearby alley.

[Due to excessive embarrassment (100+), Hero enters the Status: Hollow]

1. Can’t face anyone

2. Need to find a hole to hide

3. Maid outfit (?)

4. Crashed

5.1

6.2

7.3

8.4

9. Asleep

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(7)=7

"Miss!?" Having reverted to humanoid form and also assisting nearby with treating injuries using the power of the Ice Element, the Gleaming Scale Serpent sensed something, turned around in surprise, only to see the back of the Hero disappearing.

"Sorry, it seems there’s a situation with my young lady." After making sure the injured person was not in danger, he apologized quickly and stood up to follow.

The Hero did not maintain her Transformation, so her fleeing speed was not considered fast compared to the now unmatchable Gleaming Scale Serpent. After a few turns, he found the Hero crouched at a corner.

"Miss...Your Majesty?" The Gleaming Scale Serpent asked cautiously, unsure of what had happened to the Hero.

But before he could get close, the Hero stood up.

Her expression was no longer the least bit shy, only clear and refreshed with enlightenment and understanding.

"I understand now—it’s being a Maid!"

"Ah?"

"Gleaming Scales, let’s go apply to be Maids!"

"Ah???"

Even for a Fantasy Species Elemental Spirit with Legendary Level Intelligence, he was at a loss for words at the moment.

However, completely ignoring the confused and puzzled look on the elegantly dressed man’s face, the Hero excitedly took his hand and was about to head out of the alley.

"Gleaming Scales?" But when she tugged and found him immovable, the Hero turned back, her clear eyes tilting her head in confusion.

After a few seconds of silence, the Gleaming Scale Serpent spoke in a calm voice.

"I understand, so where would you like to apply?"

The Hero fell into contemplation.

1. Royal Family

2. Count Mansion

3. Adventurer Association

4. Warlock Association

5. Tavern

6. Domestic Association under the Life Profession Alliance ♛

7.1

8.2

9. Coffee Shop (?)

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(6)=6

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Why do people feel shame?

In the shadows of the alley, the Hero was enveloped by a great trouble.

The girl had just celebrated her fifteenth birthday, a blossoming age in the Noble sphere.

At her age, many noble young ladies already had fiancés, with a promised future spouse, and even common girls discussing marriage was not odd, and in some ways freer than Nobles.

Yet, so far in her life, the Hero had no part in such matters, with her parents valuing strength over simple political marriages and her brother considering her utterly without value in marriage alliances.

In this sense, the Hero was completely detached from the noble social circle.

In this semi-wild lifestyle, the only one willing to listen to the Hero’s troubles was her best friend, who had many friends of the opposite sex, including a closest Childhood Friend. However, she herself seemed to have no such partner, thus, her connections were mostly established through that best friend, and there was even less incentive for her to sneak away.

After her best friend’s death, plunging into revenge against the Goblins naturally left no room for encounters of a romantic nature.

Though, this did not mean she was entirely oblivious to such matters.

Even the most libido-driven beasts might not match the Goblins’ obsession with the female kind, and having studied the Goblins and their tragic encounters with her best friend, the Hero was naturally well-aware of those matters.

She was not without contact with males—just during the recent treatments, she had ripped open blood-soaked cloth more than once, touching their skin directly.

However, whether studying Goblins or treating injured people, she never felt any shame.

What was the difference in these scenarios?

Unaware, the Hero fell into contemplation.

To say nothing of touching Goblins, merely smelling their odor was nauseating to the Hero, but she could punch their heads explosively without hesitation, wasn’t that more disgusting?

Regarding interactions with males, the Hero knew nothing, even imagining was embarrassing, but she could touch an injured man’s skin, perform treatment without any hesitation—wasn’t that more intimate than holding hands or even hugging?

Aside from habit, what else might cause this discrepancy in behaviors and the presence or absence of a sense of shame?

The Hero lifted her head, a flash of enlightenment in her heart, and a light of realization in her eyes.

—It was a sense of duty.

Or rather, a kind of feeling higher than mere appearance, truer to one’s heart, which allows one to overlook minor obstacles, focusing solely on completing the task, achieving the goal.

Then in what scenario would someone consider calling another person ’Master’ a duty that needs to be fulfilled?

The answer was now obvious.

"Exactly, it’s being a Maid!"

With a series of confusing thoughts leading to this conclusion, under the Gleaming Scale Serpent’s patient guidance, the Hero clearly articulated her reasoning and now stood spiritedly at the entrance of the Life Profession Alliance.

"So that’s why you chose to apply here." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The Gleaming Scale Serpent strained to keep his composure, his voice tinged with complexity as he nodded.

"Yes, I’ve completely understood now."

So—

1. Let’s simulate it first.

2. Perhaps we can consider other professions ♛

3. Sorry, we generally don’t use ’Master’ anymore

4. But you are Noble, Nobles can’t be Maids

5.1

6.2

7.3

8.4

9. Really went to become a Maid

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(2)=2

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