I Became a Cute Little Dragon Princess and Now She’s Obsessed with Me Chapter 89

The moment Erika stepped out the door, she instantly regretted taking this job.

Evening was fast approaching, and Bradley Street was bustling. The street was packed with well-dressed nobles and wealthy merchants.

They were all dressed in extravagant attire, exuding an air of luxury and authority.

But when Veronica, the resident of No. 88, appeared, everyone greeted her respectfully. This, in turn, made Erika the center of attention.

Because this little maid's outfit—paired with her blushing cheeks—was simply too adorable.

“Good evening, Miss Veronica, and this lovely little maid. Wishing you both a pleasant evening.”

What kind of blessing is that…

Faced with all the greetings, Erika kept her face shy and demure.

It was her first time walking around in a maid outfit, and even just walking felt extremely awkward.

While the passersby offered warm greetings, Veronica didn’t respond at all. Her face remained indifferent, as if she couldn’t hear them.

Left with no choice, Erika gave a polite nod.

“G-Good evening.”

Returning the greeting, Erika quickly pushed the wheelchair forward, picking up the pace a bit.

Nope, this was too much. There were too many people here, and she and Veronica stood out too much. Practically everyone on the street turned to look—they needed to get to No. 300 as quickly as possible.

“Little Jasmine, you seem to be in a hurry.”

Sensing the increase in speed, Veronica suddenly spoke up.

“I… I just didn’t want you to be late.”

Even Erika herself felt that was a ridiculous excuse. She didn’t know how to express her current feelings at all.

“Relax.”

There was a touch of kindness in Veronica’s tone, and a faint smile in her voice. “I can tell—it’s your first time being a maid. That’s alright. When you’re with me, no one dares to mock you.

“In fact, they’ll probably be impressed. After all, you’re the one and only ‘Little Jasmine’ I chose from among over a hundred applicants.”

Was that supposed to be comforting…?

Erika puffed out her cheeks, took a deep breath, and tried to relax.

Really, there wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. She was working as a maid to make money—it wasn’t like she was selling herself. Why be so nervous?

She pushed Veronica to No. 300.

Today, the residence was extravagantly decorated. The entire mansion gleamed with gold trim, and its perimeter was adorned with dazzling lights. It looked like a small castle.

Seeing the scene, Erika finally felt just how over-the-top the homes of the rich could be. This was even more luxurious than Isana’s place.

At the gate, servants were welcoming guests. Upon seeing Veronica, they immediately bowed.

“Miss Veronica, welcome. Your seat has already been prepared. This way, please.”

With someone leading the way, Erika obediently pushed the wheelchair, following the servant to their designated spot.

“Look, look—Miss Veronica is here. What a rare guest.”

“Hah, of course she’s here. It’s Prince Cortefort’s birthday, and Miss Veronica is the Holy Church’s representative in the Imperial Capital. Naturally, she’d attend.”

“But just look at that little maid beside Miss Veronica—tsk tsk, she’s too adorable.”

“Hey, I noticed too. That little maid really stands out. Must’ve cost a fortune.”

“Probably. I heard Miss Veronica is super picky—she’s gone through several maids already.”

The moment they entered the mansion, whispers and murmurs echoed all around. Without a doubt, Veronica and Erika had become a hot topic.

Members of the Holy Church were often seen as frontline heroes who fought against evil. They symbolized absolute peace.

Back during the Non-human Species invasion, the Church’s people were the first to rush to the front lines. Although the Imperial Capital’s soldiers also bravely joined the fight, the Church was the main force.

Thus, as the Church’s representative, Veronica naturally drew attention. And so, the maid beside her—Erika—also became a point of interest for many.

But Erika didn’t care anymore. Let them stare—what’s it to her?

After pushing Veronica to her assigned seat, Erika’s crimson eyes scanned the crowd.

“Whew~”

She searched for quite a while, but saw no sign of the Elfreid family. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

No matter what, she didn’t want Isana seeing her like this.

“Little Jasmine.”

Veronica suddenly called out.

“Mm, I’m here.”

“Go fetch me a glass of cherry wine.”

Cherry wine was a type of red wine, and among the more well-known and expensive ones in the world.

But Erika had no idea what cherry wine was. Tilting her head, she asked, “Where do I get it?”

Veronica didn’t scold her ignorance. Instead, she simply sniffed the air and spoke softly: “To the east, about ten meters away.”

“Oh.”

Nodding in response, Erika blinked and began walking in the direction she’d been given.

This banquet had attracted many high-ranking nobles. Their usual form of greeting was clinking wine glasses. The wine and food had already been laid out in advance. After all, sharing a drink was the best way to make connections.

Noticing there was only one kind of red wine, Erika didn’t think too much and simply picked up a glass with her small hand.

But she didn’t leave right away—the many kinds of meat dishes laid out on the table were far too tempting. The aroma had already completely drawn her in.

“Uncle.”

A soft voice escaped Erika’s throat as she pointed to the food on the table. “Are these free to take?”

“Of course, beautiful little maid. These are prepared for the guests. If your master needs something, you may serve it to them.”

“Then I’ll take this, okay?”

Not bothering with further courtesy, Erika directly reached out and picked up a huge platter of roasted suckling pig. The pig’s head was bigger than her own, leaving the nearby servant dumbfounded.

Most people would just slice off a piece with a knife and fork—but Erika wanted to carry the entire dish?

“Um… Miss Maid, why are you taking so much?”

“Didn’t you say I could take it? Or is this not allowed?”

“N-No, it’s not that…”

The servant didn’t know how to respond. He just gave an awkward smile and, after thinking for a moment, decided not to stop her.

Strange little thing.

Clicking her tongue in annoyance, Erika wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. Carrying both the red wine and the roasted pig, she made her way back to Veronica.

Along the way, her crimson eyes scanned the crowd again.

Hmm… no one’s looking at me. And Veronica can’t see. If I take a bite, it should be fine.

Now’s my chance!

She opened her mouth wide, her tiny fangs gleaming, and took a big bite of the roasted pig. The oily, flavorful sauce filled her mouth.

So delicious!

So this is what rich people eat—amazing!

Her lips were slick with oil. After savoring that one satisfying bite, she carried the pig (now with a bite taken out of it) and the wine back to Veronica.

“Miss Sunflower, here’s your wine. I even brought you some roasted pig! I smelled it just now—it was super fragrant. I thought you’d like it.”

Veronica took only the wine and brought it to her lips for a light sip.

“I’m not accustomed to eating food that others have tasted. If you want to eat it, go ahead. But first, wipe the oil off your lips, Little Jasmine. Mind your appearance when you eat.”

“……”

Now it was Erika’s turn to feel embarrassed. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth—sure enough, there was oil.

She couldn’t help but wonder in her heart—Is Veronica really blind…?

Why did it feel like even if she could see, she wouldn’t need her eyes at all?

Too scary…