Combat Maid Harem

"I felt it when I saw Master. Buzu."

Allen replied to him.

"Really?"

Lawrend asked her to confirm.

"I'm not lying. Buzu!"

Allen responded with a serious look on her cute face.

"Alright. I believe you."

Lawrend bent his body forward and rubbed her head.

"Mmmm… Master's headpats. Buzu!"

Allen closed her eyes and enjoyed Lawrend's head pat.

"Why do you call me your master?"

Lawrend stood straight and asked her curiously as he looked at her.

"I don't know, but Master is Master. Buzu!"

She replied with a joyful smile on her face.

"Sigh."

Lawrend sighed, realizing that he would not gonna get the answer from her.

"Anyways, I'll change your name. Is that okay?"

Lawrend asked her. The name 'Allen' doesn't fit a cute little girl like her. It was much better for him to change it.

"Mm! It's fine. Buzu."

She nodded her head happily.

"Then, I'll call you Elena from now on."

Lawrend said to her with a smile. It was similar to her name 'Allen', yet it's for girls.

"Elena, Elena… Mmm! I love it. Buzu! I also love Master. Buzu!"

Elena repeated her new name repeatedly and memorized it.

"I love Elena too. You're really cute."

Lawrend bent down and pinched her cheeks.

"B-Buzu!?"

Elena moved back shyly. She didn't like having her cheeks pinched.

"Hahaha. You're pretty shy huh."

Lawrend laughed seeing her act like that.

"Wait for me here. I'll call someone to make your clothes."

Lawrend opened the door and left the room. But just as he was leaving, Elena stopped him.

"Buzu!"

She ran towards him and embraced his leg.

"Do you want to come?"

Lawrend asked her.

"Buzu."

Elena nodded her head cutely.

"Alright. Follow me."

Lawrend nodded his head and held her hand. They walked together and found a butler in the hallway. Lawrend asked him to call Albert while they waited for him.

"Young Master?"

A few minutes later, Albert arrived. He couldn't help but look at the little girl holding Lawrend's hand.

"Oh, who is this cute little lady?"

Albert said in surprise after seeing her.

"Elena! Buzu."

Elena replied with a smile.

"Good day, Little Elena."

Albert greeted her with his own smile.

"Whose child is she, Young Master?"

Albert turned to Lawrend and asked him in curiosity. Such a cute and beautiful girl should be a daughter of a noble.

"Right. About that…"

Lawrend forced a smile on his face and looked away. He doesn't know how to explain it to Albert.

"Is there a problem, Young Master?"

Albert tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"She's a kid I know. I want you to have a tailor to make clothes for her."

Lawrend replied to him. He omitted to explain her origins as it would be hard to believe.

"Yes, Young Master."

Albert bowed his head. Though, he was still curious about where Elena came from.

"That's all."

Lawrend said to him.

"I'll go get the measuring tape and measure her. And also, where are you going, Young Master? So I can head there later."

Albert said to Lawrend before asking him. It would be more efficient if he knew where they were headed so he could just head there.

"We're going back to my room."

Lawrend replied to Albert.

"I got it, Young Master."

Albert nodded his head and left.

"Let's go."

Lawrend pulled Elena back to his room.

"Buzu."

Ella nodded her head and they both returned to his room.

When they arrived in his room, Lawrend turned his hand and looked at his wound. The blood had already clotted and formed a scab.

"I should get a healer to heal this for me…"

Lawrend said out loud. It would leave a scar if he let it heal naturally. That's because healing magic is much better than his body's healing ability.

"Sorry. Buzu."

Elena looked down sadly.

"You don't have to worry about it, Elena. I'm happy that you got a human body. We can communicate much better this way."

Lawrend rubbed her head and eased her worries.

"Okay! I won't worry about it anymore. Buzu."

Elena replied to Lawrend happily. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed him rubbing her head.

"I'll practice magic now. Wait for Albert, okay?"

Lawrend said to Elena. He sat on his bed and started to practice magic once more.

Bzzzt Bzzt

Small arcs of electricity escaped Lawrend's fingers. Elena's eyes were immediately attracted to it.

"Buzuuuu! Master is practicing magic!"

Elena moved closer and watched Lawrend practice magic up close.

"Elena, don't get too close. It's dangerous."

Lawrend stopped practicing magic and reprimanded her.

"Buzu! I can do it too!"

Elena ignored Lawrend's words and extended her tiny arms forward. Small electric arcs escaped her fingers that were similar to Lawrend's.

"Wow! You did it so quickly!"

Lawrend exclaimed in amazement. She saw him doing it just now, and she could already imitate it.

"Buzuuu!"

Elena moved her arm and pointed it towards the door. The arcs of electricity from her fingers pointed straight. It looked eerily unnatural.

"T-That's amazing! Elena, you're so talented!"

Lawrend was genuinely impressed by her. She could already do the thing that he was aiming to do.

"Ehehe. Buzu."

Elena giggled hearing Lawrend's praise. She was happy to earn his praise. She stopped using magic, and the arcs of electricity stopped.

"Elena, let's practice magic together from now on."

Lawrend suggested to her with a smile.

"Okay! Buzu."

Elena nodded her head obediently.

"Good girl."

Lawrend rubbed her head. She was really obedient towards him.

A few minutes later, Albert knocked on the door with Aleshia in tow.

"Aleshia?"

Lawrend looked at her in confusion. What was she doing here?

"Young Master, Mr. Albert called me so I can take measurements of a little girl that you brought."

Aleshia replied to him. Though, there was something odd about her. She felt distant when she talked to Lawrend.

"I see."

Lawrend nodded his head in satisfaction at Albert. As expected of a professional butler, he knows propriety.

"Then, I'll leave the taking of Elena's measurements to your care, Aleshia."

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Lawrend and Aleshia were both left alone in the room with Elena. Silence ensued as they looked at each other. Somehow, he could feel that she was looking at him coldly.