The Daily Life of the Inventor in Another World

With a sharp whistle and a distant thunderclap, the upper portion of a mannequin shattered. Within moments, several more mannequins were subjected to the same fate.

Marcus lowered Castor and adjusted his stance, pulling his right foot back and stepping forward with his left. Slightly turning sideways, he raised Pollux.

With a swift pull of the trigger, a much larger white circle appeared at the barrel's end. Moments later, golf ball-sized projectiles of the Power of Destruction began raining from it, smashing into the partially destroyed mannequins.

The barrage of energy obliterated the remnants and created multiple holes in the wall.

"Test number five is a success," Marcus remarked, surveying the results. "Castor and Pollux are functioning perfectly, and there are no errors in the Aurora targeting system. The revolver system switch takes around one to two seconds, while the charging time for maximum output is approximately five seconds." As he spoke, he noted on his visor that his voice had been recorded, and Aurora was dutifully logging the data under test number five.

After the log was completed, Marcus exhaled and holstered both of his guns at the sides of his thighs, having prepared simple holsters earlier. He briefly considered designing a more maintenance-friendly version, but quickly dismissed the idea, recognizing it wasn't necessary at the moment.

Lifting his glasses, Marcus turned to face his newest addition to the fold.

The silver-haired maid had been watching him intently for the past five test runs, ever since he completed the Mark IV version of Castor and Pollux.

With the Aurora systems, Marcus had become an exceptional sharpshooter. Yet, there were still a few gadgets left to finalize before his departure for Kuoh.

"Is there a reason you've been staring at me?" he asked with a sigh. He had grown accustomed to Serafall's lingering gaze, which was always filled with curiosity and affection. However, this was different.

"Your power… you've based it on the fact that my family serves the Lucifer. You've transformed a simple servitude into a form of power, which crystallized into a bond of servitude. Now… I have an instinct to serve you. It's like trying to fight a current in the water. I could resist it for only a few weeks before it completely consumed me." She explained, her gaze unwavering.

"So, what you're saying is that you want to serve me?" Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow. He could never have predicted that the situation would evolve into an instinctual need to serve. This development was entirely unexpected.

It seemed to be a mixture of her feelings and the binding power.

In other words, she has a fetish for servitude…

Marcus quickly recalled that even though Grayfia was Lucifer's wife in both the anime and light novel, she still maintained the role of a maid.

"Correct… While serving my King is an order from you, it doesn't bring me true satisfaction… That is why I am here." Her tone was neutral, but through his modified version of Ars Goetia, Marcus could sense that she had overcome her initial dislike of him.

Surprisingly, she had adjusted far quicker than Serafall had. Now, the only thing left was her overwhelming desire to serve.

Her servitude has overtaken her resentment… This woman truly has an intense yearning to be a maid?

The teenage inventor quickly deduced that this was likely how other devil families were formed—through absolute devotion to servitude.

"I see… So, you wish to be my maid in every sense of the word?" He inquired, stepping toward her.

Grayfia bowed slightly, acknowledging the gravity of the decision she was about to make.

"I fully understand what this implies, and yes, I no longer wish to resist," she said plainly.

Marcus nodded, not hiding his admiration for her decision. He wouldn't deny that having such a stunningly beautiful woman, whose form seemed to defy the very laws of nature, was an undeniable attraction.

He removed his gloves, then raised his right hand to gently stroke her cheek. She remained still, not reacting in any way.

"Since you're so insistent, I suppose I'll have to make you my maid in every sense," he said, locking eyes with her. At his words, she slightly blushed, feeling an electrifying surge of goosebumps cascade over her body. Grayfia couldn't tell if it was a natural response or if it was amplified by her binding.

Regardless, she was beginning to feel a growing excitement—an excitement to... serve!

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𝙅𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

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𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.(𝙘𝙤𝙢)/𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚1

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