CHAPTER 108: NO DIGNITY, NO CHOICE

Shiao Yi protested. He protested strongly. But no one supported what he said. He was completely alone. Even Dominic, who should have been his last hope, turned against him.

Not only that—Dominic even took the lead in opposing him. He came closer with that thing in his hand, trying to force it on him.

Tears welled up in Shiao Yi’s eyes. One rolled down his cheek before he could stop it.

And yet—

"Give up! This is the best way, Shiao!"

Dominic had a serious look on his face, but Shiao Yi knew the truth. Behind those icy blue eyes, there was a mischievous sparkle.

That’s when Shiao Yi remembered—Dominic was a sadist! He always looked calm and uninterested, with that cool, serious face. But deep down, he was mean, a sadist, and a pervert! On top of that, he had endless stamina in bed, and he was annoyingly handsome.

Dominic flashed a perfect smile, his teeth so white they could appear in a high-tech toothbrush commercial.

"Shiao, let me dress you."

Shiao Yi snatched the outfit out of Dominic’ hands.

"No! I’ll do it myself!"

If Dominic helped him, things would definitely get sexual and off-track, and it would take at least an hour. That would be way too embarrassing!

It all started when Lord Chelmsford made a suggestion.

"If we’re going to sneak into the castle, the best way is to pose as a maid. For that Shiao Yi, there’s really no better option than you."

The outfit they had prepared for Shiao Yi turned out to be a maid outfit—of course, a woman’s maid outfit.

Chelmsford, known for being just as stubborn as his famously strict father, had the same square jaw and sharp gray eyes.

But at that moment, his cheeks were lifted in a wide, amused grin.

Honestly, why did they even have a maid outfit from the castle just lying around like it was normal?

Maybe Chelmsford was more open-minded than he seemed.

In a separate room, one of the maids in the house practically forced herself in to help Shiao Yi change.

After the awkward dressing process was finally done, he returned to the main room where everyone was waiting to see the result.

Louis whistled at the sight.

Lord Chelmsford and Tenby both gasped.

Aaron, on the other hand, muttered something completely random, like, "As expected of Shiao Yi!"

Dominic stared at Shiao Yi so hard it was like he wanted to burn a hole through him. Then his cheeks turned red and he gave a happy, bashful smile.

"You look so cute, Shiao. I don’t want to let you go to the castle."

Even if they begged for it again, Shiao Yi swore to himself—he was never wearing this outfit a second time.

The standard maid uniform used in the castle was a soft pink one-piece dress that reached just below the knees, with a white collar and a frilly white apron.

Under the skirt was a petticoat with more frills.

He wore soft, pink flat shoes made for easy movement, along with white knee-high socks.

On his head sat a brown, slightly long wig, topped with a frilly maid cap in the same soft pink color as the dress.

For something that was supposed to be official castle staff clothing, wasn’t it a little too cute? Was it someone’s personal kink? Maybe it was the taste of the royal family of Dalmasca?

Shiao Yi had no choice but to swallow his pride.

With his body type and the need to wear something that wouldn’t draw attention inside the castle, he chose to teleport into the middle of the garden hedge—the safest and least visible place on the castle map.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon.

The moment Shiao Yi teleported into the center of the courtyard, he quickly ducked into the bushes to hide.

First, he focused on sensing the area around him.

Once he confirmed there were no signs of people nearby, he began to scan with his eyes.

Just as he had expected, it was a small space surrounded on three sides by walls.

Only one open corridor led out, so he kept his attention there.

It didn’t seem like a place many people passed through, and during the time he stayed hidden, no one came by.

Still hidden among the bushes, Shiao Yi extended his telepathy deep into the castle.

A huge wave of thoughts hit him all at once—countless minds pouring in like a raging storm of voices, noise, and chaos.

He pushed forward through the flood of overwhelming thoughts and began his slow, painful search for the specific people he was looking for.

Back in his old world, Shiao Yi had been known for his special abilities—telekinesis and teleportation.

These powers were used to carry out sabotage missions against enemy bases. But even more important than that was his role in intelligence work. His strongest asset was telepathy.

As someone who had all three—telepathy, teleportation, and telekinesis—Shiao Yi had been one of the military’s top secret weapons. A hidden ace. A living strategy. If used right, he could win battles without spending a single coin on supplies or sacrificing soldiers.

Because of that, Shiao Yi had been trained from a very young age. His entire life had been about preparation. He knew nothing outside of training. He had barely even spoken to the many others who had trained alongside him.

Every skill he might ever need for a solo mission had been drilled into him.

He had learned foreign languages and how to build high-powered explosives using only materials found nearby.

That was just part of his training.

And now, he used the telepathy.

Whenever he fully opened up his telepathy, it always made him feel sick, like seasickness.

The endless flood of thoughts pouring into his mind went far beyond what any human should process.

He had to sort through them, cut away the noise, and find the specific thoughts he was hunting for.