"Even though I always bet with my group mates in my previous life, saying I'd dress up as a maid if this or that happened, Charlotte was well aware that it was just boasting."
"In the past, she would never have imagined she would actually have a day in a maid outfit."
"Oh no."
"In fact, she hadn't even anticipated traveling through time."
"After all, who would have thought that by staying up late and working, one would wake up and suddenly become a cute girl who was about to be crucified in three days?"
"Lord Charlotte, your makeup is done."
The maid's respectful voice was like music from heaven.
Charlotte also took a deep breath and moved her somewhat stiff neck.
Although the world of Mireya had magic, even illusion magic that could disguise one's appearance, to avoid detection by possible magic devices, she ultimately decided to use the oldest, most cumbersome, but also the most reliable method—makeup.
