Transformation magic was not very difficult. However, the perfection of the magic was greatly influenced by the viewer's detailed observation and intuition. All trained magicians could use transformation magic, but only highly skilled magicians could transform into perfect human or animal figures.
From that perspective, Rue was a genius. "There's no other word to explain it besides beautiful. This is such perfect magic." The maid, who admired his excellent magic skills, couldn't take her hand off my face. I looked into the mirror next to me without being let go.
"This is nice."
As the maid said, the skin of Viscount Weatherwoods that covered me was perfect. A very aristocratic bright blonde and blue eyes. Lively skin and height well above average. Even the straight teeth and slightly cut dimples. This level of meticulousness was truly amazing.
His fine hands were clean without a single callus, his shoulders and chest were balanced and wide, and the relatively thin waist was strong. Like the Weatherwoods lineage, slightly small ears compared to his height. Large but sweet eyes and a clear double eyelid on one side. In fact, it was a perfect combination of the man's body I wanted and the characteristics of Viscount Weatherwoods that the maid wanted.
I thought of Rue again today. What the hell can't you do? The maid's gaze, as she took a step back, lengthened little by little.
"It would be strange no matter who looks at you, although you still can't compare to the previous master." At least I looked better than an egg.
"However, the one inside is a maid. A maid whose salary has been cut."
"Yes, I know, but Miss Daisy seems to be very familiar with this. Usually, when gender is reversed, there are many uncomfortable oddities."
"Well, I'm generous. Men like me are not common in the world, are they?" The maid looked at me with a strange expression and then smiled awkwardly.
"But don't be too daring in the aristocratic council! Ains, I'm so worried about whether Miss Daisy will be able to perform well, if she'll cause trouble or make a slip..." I patted the worried maid's shoulder and gave her a reliable smile. The smiling face in the mirror was quite pleasant. Not as good as my brother's, but it was the perfect look to make a good first impression.
"You must have a lot of worries. Just give up. It's no use crying over spilled milk. If there's any problem, Rue will take care of it himself, as always." Then I pressed down the bangs that stuck out slightly. The hair on this body was especially uncomfortable because three or four strands of hair kept falling over my forehead even though it wasn't too curly.
"Good." I pinned my bangs back more precisely and turned to the maid again. "But wouldn't it be better to have shorter hair? I don't want to have long bangs."
The maid, who was staring at me fixedly, subtly averted her gaze and replied, "Really?" I brought my face close to the maid and asked, "Or just pull it out. It's very annoying."
The maid's eyes widened. She pushed me away with a flushed face. "Good. Say it from a little further away." Ah... look at this. "Stop." I like this.
I felt a slight blow to the back of my head. By reflex, I turned my back and saw facial features that were dazzlingly beautiful. A flawless, jade-like face, large eyes and a cute nose, lips red as cherries... It was as if a woman from books had been translated into real life. Every time she blinked to open her fluttering eyelashes, her misty golden eyes were revealed.
Rue had perfectly become a woman from head to toe, but her eyes remained the same. "Oh." And yet, knowing what he looked like in real life, I still had the feeling I was dealing with a tall man with a cheeky face. In fact, this feeling of illusion seemed so real it eclipsed the fake for me.
"I am Morian Serenier." The identity Rue stole to become the wife of Viscount Weatherwoods was that of the third daughter of Count Serenier of the Northern United Nations. The expression the maid put on when she first heard the story was of sheer amazement.
"A country's aristocratic woman! How could you steal the identity of such a person? No, I'm not going to take such a dangerous path for the honor of our house. A woman of ordinary position, not aristocratic, is enough."
"There is no problem in using this status, so don't worry, head maid. They'll buy it."
"What do you mean there's no problem? Miss Daisy! Do you also think you won't have any problem?"
How did I react at that moment? Of course, I focused on washing the dishes as hard as I could. I didn't want to be caught like a shrimp between a whale fight. Anyway, the winner of the argument was Rue.
The last resort he took to persuade the maid was very simple. He made an oath on the condition that he would never do anything that could harm the Weatherwoods family. Since then, he had smothered all the maid's constant worries with oaths. Thus, four new oaths had been engraved on Rue's forearm. There was a reason why so many traces of oaths were imprinted all over his body. I guess he just made an oath every time he didn't want to bother persuading anyone. It was his whole thought circuit. It was also a very plausible situation, considering Rue was a man of opinion. In any case, Rue had the ability to keep an oath.
Rue, looking at my face, warned as if asking, "For the moment, you are my woman. Stop flirting with her and be modest." He was talking nonsense early in the morning. What was he suddenly saying? I didn't even know where to start talking. "I'm not your woman, I'm your man."
When I corrected the wrong term, Rue covered her mouth and smiled with hatred. It was a terribly charming smile. "Honey, feel it. There's nothing down there. You're neither a man nor a woman right now. Which means you can seduce both men and women. Be twice as careful, understand?"
Once again I felt confused by the imposing distance. No wonder I felt like something was missing. Of course, I didn't care either way. But hearing all that talk about seducing men and women without saying anything frustrated me.
"Why do you have to...? No, can't you just make it into an ordinary man's body instead of arguing about this and that?" Rue, smiling cheerfully, replied, clinging to my arm. "Yes, but Morian wouldn't like it. I wouldn't want to be cheated."
Oh, my God. I felt somewhat sick. I was already starting to regret having taken the initiative to attend the aristocratic council. How could he talk about such vulgar things with that pretty face? Turning a person around was definitely a terrifying skill.
"Oh, where do you keep looking? My dear isn't supposed to be a beast with eyes looking for prey, despite how you are, Miss Daisy." I didn't answer. Playing along would make Rue happy. Instead, I warned the maid with very serious eyes. "The aristocratic council is very important to the Weatherwoods family. Is it okay for a woman like this to be Viscount Weatherwoods' wife?"
Say it's not okay. Say you can't allow it unless she becomes a decent Mrs. Weatherwoods. Contrary to my wishes, the maid gave the wrong answer. "Hm, it's definitely... more natural when you're a man. You feel as if you were a different person."
"That's not what I asked, is it?"
"Why have you been acting like you didn't know how to do it when you can talk like that?"
My main specialty was pretending not to hear her. Only then the maid, who had returned to her original comfortable face, expressing a slightly uncomfortable expression, opened her lips with a serious expression. "However, I'm still worried."
"What's wrong?"
"Miss Daisy, make sure you don't have an affair. Things get complicated when there's an illegitimate child."
"Aha. Is the maid as crazy as my wife?"
The maid burst into laughter after a long time. "Ah, it's just a joke! I'm joking. What complaints are there to make about you two? I only hope you return safe and sound, without major problems. Please, take care of our Weatherwoods family."
At the maid's request, we left the mansion. In front of the gate were two luxury carriages. I didn't know where they had gotten the carriages. One was full of Morian's colorful and glamorous clothes. It was early in the morning. Fortunately, there were few people coming and going on the road. I stood at the carriage door and reached for Rue. "Let's go, madam."
"What do you mean madam? Call me 'my dear Morian'. We are the most attractive newlyweds in the country." Rue, who approached with a smile, took my hand.
A red wedding ring stuck out among his white fingers. Rue's was a normal fake wedding ring, but mine was a bit special. This was because it was a magic tool that immediately ended the transformation magic and returned me to my original form. I hoped I wouldn't have to use this function. "I think this will be an eventful and fun trip. Don't you think so, honey?"
In the eyes just above that sweet smile was a vivid mockery. This week, during the meeting of the aristocratic council, I'm sure you'll have a hard time.