Reincarnated into female-dominant world

"Phew..." After helping Losiya change, Julian finally let out a soft sigh of relief. Donning a black, gold-embroidered, thin short-sleeved jacket, Losiya looked at herself in the mirror—dignified, pure, exquisite—and nodded in satisfaction.

Aside from social events that absolutely required long dresses and evening gowns, Losiya usually preferred to wear form-fitting, highly elastic clothes. This made her feel more comfortable, and if anything happened, it was easier to act.

Casually slinging her slender longsword at her hip, Losiya looked at Julian standing behind her in the mirror, then suddenly turned around with an ambiguous smile.

"Want me to wipe your face for you?" Taking out a handkerchief, Losiya leaned in and sniffed.

Julian's smooth skin showed clear moisture in the sunlight. He was glaring at Losiya, pressing his lips together as if finding it difficult to speak.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes." Losiya gently wiped Julian's cheek with the handkerchief.

"Is there a place to wash up?" It took him a few seconds to come to his senses. He turned his face away and asked coldly.

Losiya blinked awkwardly. Was he really angry?

"Wait a moment." Blocking Julian's path, Losiya placed her hand on his shoulder. "Alice told me you have extraordinary talent, and that you're a lower-tier awakening?"

"I don't know." Julian hadn't taken Alice's words too seriously that day. His body information had been thoroughly investigated after he was brought to the auction. If he really was an unprecedented example of breaking limits on the continent, how could he still be auctioned? He would have been secretly hidden away for all sorts of experiments long ago.

"Let me help you examine your body." Losiya led Julian behind her, telling him to turn his back to her. "My Holy Mark is a higher-tier Holy Mark, called 'Spirit Disintegration'. It can help me adjust my mental and even physical state to its theoretical limits, and it can also grant immunity to all spirit-attribute attacks."

Having said that, she mysteriously leaned onto Julian's shoulder, spilling her thoughts as if sharing a secret: "And, my Holy Mark can also be used on others."

Julian glanced at Losiya, who was leaning on his shoulder, thinking to himself that her transformation (her bottom line?) was happening too fast. Yesterday, she was still pretending to be a gentleman, speaking righteous and serious words, but now she had completely turned into a clingy blonde, constantly touching him without restraint.

"Those auction house, of course, wouldn't have such suspicions about you," Losiya said, sensing what he was thinking. "You know, the Church's codex was also compiled by people. As long as a Holy Mark appeared, it would be compiled into it. The number of lower-tier Holy Marks can simply be counted in tens of thousands. Those good-for-nothings don't have time to give you a complete appraisal. In their minds, it's long been common knowledge that men can only awaken lower-tier Holy Marks. Naturally, they want to save the surprise for the seller, and even preserve a greater, immeasurable value."

"So..." Losiya's hand, placed on Julian's shoulder, slowly slid down, taking his clothes with it.

His graceful, snow-white shoulders and alluring shoulder blades finally appeared before Losiya in the sunlight. She swallowed, trying her best not to pay attention to anything else, but rather focusing on the Holy Mark on his back.

Because of his awakening without the experience of the enlightenment ceremony, Julian's Holy Mark on his back was only in segments, incomplete. Only by placing a hand on it could its true pattern be felt.

Julian said nothing more. He could feel Losiya's focused and serious demeanor. If he could turn around and look, he would also find that Losiya's pair of sea-blue eyes had turned deep blue, and invisible swirls of magical power were constantly gathering around her.

That energy suddenly entered Julian's body, and the world before his eyes also began to change. This feeling gave people the illusion of omnipotence. The moving world in his eyes seemed to slow down, and even the traces of the wind blowing could be captured by his sight.

How powerful... Was this the effect of a higher-tier Holy Mark? Julian was stunned. This was the first time he had witnessed the extraordinary power of this world, a power completely beyond his comprehension. Losiya's Spirit Disintegration could almost allow his frail self to possess such strength. It was hard to imagine how powerful Losiya would be when she used her own Holy Mark.

And from Losiya's perspective, she was completely stunned. A brilliant, beautiful flower bloomed on Julian's back, carved by platinum light patterns. If she remembered correctly, when she awakened her Holy Mark, its color was the same as Julian's. The quality of a Holy Mark was determined by the hue of the light patterns surrounding it: lower-tier was turbid gray, middle-tier was pure silver, and higher-tier was noble and perfect platinum.

An unbelievable result, yet on Julian, it somehow seemed natural. Interrupting the use of Spirit Disintegration, Losiya's expression was somewhat uncertain. Of course, it wasn't because of jealousy or other reasons; she was worried about Julian. She needed to discuss this thoroughly with Alice, otherwise, even as a noble countess of the Roland Empire, she wouldn't be able to protect Julian.

"Any results?" Julian skillfully tidied his long hair, casually asking.

"It's still uncertain for now. I need to check some more information," Losiya said.

"Mm," Julian nodded, preparing to put back on the clothes that had fallen to his waist. Losiya was quick-witted and immediately pressed down on his wrist.

"What else do you want to do?" Julian turned and asked.

"Since I bought you back from the auction, shouldn't you do something in my territory?" Losiya asked with a smile, using a negotiating tone.

Blushing, Julian, of course, wasn't someone who would eat without working, but he didn't immediately know what he could do in this manor.

"How about this then?" Losiya led him step by step. "You tell me what you can do, and I'll help you arrange it."

"Like that, huh..." Having been self-reliant since childhood, he had naturally learned many skills; he could list a whole bunch off the top of his head. Hearing abilities like cleaning, cooking, and massages, Losiya's curved lips became even more pronounced.

Picking out a brand-new maid outfit from the wardrobe, she immediately arranged a job for Julian: "Originally, Alice was my personal maid, but now she also has a group of young girls to manage, so she doesn't have time to constantly look after me."

Julian realized what the other party wanted him to do.

"So, from now on, you'll be my personal maid (or man-maid!)"

As Julian put on the black and white lace maid dress, Losiya's gaze lingered on him, silently swallowing. She felt an itching sensation in her heart. This world didn't have the concept of uniform fetishism, but Losiya undoubtedly felt the joy of uniform attraction now.

Appraising Julian's long silver-white hair, she suddenly had an idea. Her immense calculating power immediately presented an image to her mind.

Would pigtail maids be better?