The villain daughter did all kinds of things

Unfortunately, the Elf Queen was too powerful. She was a completely different species from ordinary elves, much like the difference between the Monkey King and an ordinary monkey from Flower Fruit Mountain. The Federation Army could not defeat her even with all its might, and in the end, the two sides could only negotiate a peace.

In short, magical artifacts are more important to the Federation than personal computers in technological civilization; they are practically the foundation upon which the Federation stands in this world.

As the daughter of the family that manufactures the largest magical artifacts, Emerald's magical artifacts are naturally the most advanced.

That seemingly unremarkable lipstick actually contains six spells, each corresponding to a different lipstick color. When Emery wants to activate those spells, she simply applies the corresponding lipstick to her lips and utters the keyword.

When dealing with the Black Sand Gang, Emerald used Black Lipstick's necromancy, which is not strong in combat but is very suitable for interrogating people for information and for disguised ambushes.

The pink lipstick that Emerald is currently wearing corresponds to a kind of mental magic, a seductive spell that can make the target feel affection and desire for her... This is what Emerald used to flirt with her upperclassmen, underclassmen, and classmates when she was studying at the noble girls' school a few years ago.

This should be enough to eat the red-haired guy without much problem.

She quickly applied the pink lipstick, and remembering that Marcy didn't have a change of clothes, Amelie went to the closet and found a bunny girl outfit that she had worn when she was playing with her best friend. She put it in a basket and carried it back into the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, she witnessed an interesting scene. Marcy, who had grown up in the elven kingdom, was probably seeing a shower head for the first time. She was quickly captivated by the wonderful feeling of the fine, rapid stream of warm water on her skin. Following her instincts, she kept washing her body with the shower head, her face showing great enjoyment and intoxication.

"Gulp! No...it's not what you think! It's not!"

When Marcy saw Emery suddenly push the door open and come in, she panicked, her face turned bright red, and she frantically waved her hands, trying to explain.

"It's alright, I understand. After all, you have half elven blood."

Emerald simply chuckled, placed the basket of clothes by the door, and winked at Marcy:

"That feeling is really comfortable. I also liked to play like that when I was young and in love... You can take your time and enjoy it. I'm not in a hurry."

"Not all of us elves are naturally lewd... Ugh, what kind of rigid impression do humans have of us elves?"

Marcy blushed and muttered to herself, subconsciously continuing to rinse her sensitive areas with the showerhead. She became increasingly relaxed and almost no longer wary of Emery.

Although she didn't yet know exactly how Emerald intended to use her, she felt she was certainly luckier than her kind who became toys for bad human men.

After thoroughly rinsing her entire body for almost half an hour, Marcy reluctantly turned off the shower and put on the clothes in the basket.

Marcy didn't react much to the rather provocative bunny girl outfit.

The stereotypical image humans have of elves isn't entirely wrong. Most elves are indeed naturally flirtatious or even promiscuous, and their clothing is quite wild. Bunny girl outfits are even considered conservative among elves.

"Alas... As expected, even the ugliest elf girl is a beauty to humans. You were all dirty just now, but you are much cuter now that you've washed yourself."

Upon seeing Marcy emerge from the bathroom, Emery, who had been waiting outside for some time, immediately went over, grabbed her chin, and scrutinized her from head to toe.

"No...no, Miss, you are much prettier."

Marcy blushed, quickly lowered her head, and shifted her body uncomfortably.

"If you're so pretty, why don't you take a second look?"

Amelie smiled slightly, then with a forceful pull on her hand holding Marcy's chin, she forced Marcy to look up and meet her gaze.

Then, a glint flashed in Amelie's azure eyes, and her bright pink lips parted slightly as she asked in a rather seductive voice:

Am I pretty?

This was the activation command for the charm spell in the Emerald Magic Device. As soon as she uttered these words, the bright pink on her lips quickly faded, turning into a healthier rosy hue.

Marcy froze for a full four or five seconds as if struck by lightning. Her face visibly flushed and heated up, steam almost rose from her head, and her legs, encased in the black stockings of her bunny girl outfit, went weak and she almost lost her balance.

"So...beautiful! You're so beautiful, Miss, I really want to...ooh!"

Marcy was quite affected by the enchantment magic; she even saw hearts and mosquito coils appear in her eyes.

However, as the number one harem member of the original game's heroine, Marcy was not someone who could be easily swayed. At the last moment, she bit her tongue tightly and forcibly regained her senses.

Amelie raised an eyebrow, not particularly surprised.

Her charm spell wasn't the kind that was intense; it was more about a subtle, gentle influence.

Although Marcy managed to suppress her feelings for Emerald this time, she had already had various fantasies and physical reactions to Emerald, which would leave a deep impression on her. She would only become more and more deeply involved, and she would even give herself to Emerald willingly without Emerald having to do anything.

Chapter 14 The Vase Maid

With Marcy, who was already clean and smelling nice, Amelie arrived at the restaurant, where a table of food had been prepared.

It wasn't anything fancy, just some fresh fruit, some steaks and roast chicken, and a big cup of yogurt with fruit juice. It was takeout that Emery had ordered from Fatty Vie's henchmen to deliver while Marcy was taking a shower.

For a wealthy heiress like Emery, this meal was nothing more than cheap fare, but for Marcy, who hadn't had a proper meal during her days as a slave trader, it was a feast.

Upon learning that the meal was prepared especially for her, Marcy didn't stand on ceremony. She tore off a chicken leg and devoured it in a few bites, then wolfed down a piece of fruit and finally drank half a cup of yogurt in one go.

After a whirlwind of eating, Marcy remembered that pretty girls should be mindful of their image while eating, so she blushed, stuck out her tongue, and struck up a conversation with Emerald:

"What exactly do you need me for after you bought me, young lady?"

Strictly speaking, you don't need to do anything.

Emery only took a couple of bites of fruit before resting her chin on her hand and chuckling softly.

"Whenever I have a social need, just wear the clothes I give you and pretend to be around me."

"Hey?"

Marcy blinked, looking utterly incredulous:

"It's that simple?"

"Is it simple? Actually, it's not simple."

Emery shook her finger:

"To become a qualified maid of the Melson family, even just a pretty face, requires a period of rigorous training. So be prepared, I will be very strict with you for the next few days... If you fail any training, I will punish you severely."

"Maid?"

Marcy then showed a look of realization:

"Young lady, you bought me to serve you as a maid?"

"No, actually I don't need anyone to serve me. I like to do many things myself, including things like cooking, cleaning, and bathing, which should be done by maids."

Amelie chuckled and shook her head:

"I bought you to be a maid, to be a pretty but useless maid."

"A vase maid?"

Marcy blinked, looking completely bewildered.

"What kind of maid is that? A maid who specifically looks after the vases?"

"puff!"

Emery chuckled, then pretended to think for a moment before speaking seriously:

"Now that I've bought you, I might as well tell you some secrets—I'm actually currently undergoing a special trial for my family. During this time, I can't access the family's resources, and I can't even find a familiar maid to serve me."

"Although I can live a normal life without maids, I am, after all, the eldest daughter of the Melson family, and I still need to dress up as a maid in many social situations."

"These maids, who are used to handle social occasions, generally don't need to be very capable, but they must be beautiful and well-versed in etiquette. You have half-elf blood, so your looks go without saying. As long as you practice your social etiquette for a while longer, you should be able to handle the job."

"Oh right, I think I heard someone say when I was little that a woman who is pretty but can't do anything is called a 'vase'!"

Marcy then realized she had just made a fool of herself, quickly took two bites of her steak to calm herself, and then asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Even if you wanted to hire a pretty but useless maid, couldn't you have used a human, Miss? Why did you have to buy an elf like me? Although..."

Marcy's expression became somewhat complicated as she spoke, and she bit her lip before continuing:

"Although I'm not very knowledgeable and rather slow-witted, I do know that in your human kingdoms, elves like me who have been sold into slavery are merely slaves and toys, with a status far lower than that of maids... If you use me as a maid, won't your companions laugh at you?"

"That's why I chose you, a half-elf."

Emery shrugged and pointed to Marcy's ear:

"Your ears are just a little pointed and not very long. We can easily cover them up with a maid's lace hair tie. And once your ears are covered, how will you look any different from a pretty human girl?"

"But……"

Marcy was about to say something when Emery waved her hand:

"More importantly, you are more trustworthy than an ordinary human maid! You know, in the competition between conglomerates, it is common practice to send spies disguised as maids and servants to steal information. The talent market may be able to hire maids who are excellent in all aspects, but I cannot guarantee that she is not a spy deliberately sent to my side. After all, I am, after all, the young lady of Melson, and I am still of great intelligence value to ambitious people."

"And you, my half-elf girl..."

Emerald pointed at Marcy again, her face showing an expression of complete confidence:

“You are an elven slave brought in by the slave-catching team, which guarantees your innocent origins and that you are not a spy trained by someone else. Secondly, even if someone wants to bribe you, who else in the human kingdom can you trust besides me? Once others know your elven identity, they will never be as friendly as I am. You can say that you only have me now, and that is why I can trust you.”

"So this is ah……"

After wiping her oily hands clean, Marcy scratched her red head and thought for a while before she finally understood what Emery had said and completely believed and accepted it.

This can be considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Compared to her kind who were sold to bad human men as toys, Marcy felt incredibly lucky to be a maid to a wealthy heiress.

She couldn't miss this opportunity.

"I understand, Miss!"

Thinking of this, Marcy stood up abruptly and bowed very seriously to Emerald:

"I hope you will continue to guide me in the future, Miss! Although I am rather slow and may not be able to learn the etiquette you require very quickly, I will definitely do my best!"

"Yes, I believe you can do it. As long as you can perform well in front of outsiders, I won't mind if you're a little clumsy at home."

Emerald nodded in a friendly and gentle manner, then, as if just remembering something, said:

"By the way, I still don't know your name. And how did you get captured and enslaved?"

In fact, Emery was very aware of all these things, since there were detailed settings in the original game.

However, whether Marcy is willing to say these things herself is also a testament to the extent of her affection for Emerald, which is why Emerald deliberately left the question unanswered until now.

"My full name is Marcy Scarlet Moon. You can call me Marcy or Sisi from now on, Miss."

It turned out that Marcy's feelings for Emerald were indeed quite strong; she blurted out the real name, which shouldn't be said so casually, almost without thinking, and then looked somewhat dejected.

"As for how I became a slave... actually, I wasn't captured by slave traders, but rather sold to them by my mother herself."

Chapter 15 Marcy's Past

"Huh? Sisi, you were actually abandoned by your own mother?"

Even though Emery already knew this, she pretended to be surprised and stood up to sit next to Marcy, pulling her into her arms.

"That must have been a very painful experience. I don't want to remember it."

Marcy already had a fairly good feeling about Emerald, and with the added influence of the charm spell, she barely struggled before being embraced by Emerald and nestled in her arms.

Miss...smells so good...

After a moment of random thoughts, Marcy quickly composed herself, wiped her eyes that were about to tear up with the back of her hand, and sighed.

"It's alright, Miss. I don't really blame my mother. She had her reasons."

Then Emerald listened attentively with a gentle expression, while Marcy softly recounted her ordeal.

It is basically consistent with the settings in the original game.

Marcy's surname is Scarlet Moon, which is quite special among the elves. Even if it's not as high as Melson's status in the Federation, it's not far off. She is a member of the Elven Royal Court Council.

Marcy's birth mother is the eldest daughter and first in line to inherit the Scarlet Moon family, making her status far more prestigious than Emery's in Melson.

However, elves are naturally licentious and lack restraint, and Marcy's birth mother was the same. She liked to buy strong human lads from slave traders to have fun at home, which led to a disaster.

No one knows who Marcy's biological father is because there were too many people around... Anyway, Marcy's mother got pregnant while having too much fun with human slaves and gave birth to Marcy.

Being impregnated by a human slave and giving birth to a child is nothing to an ordinary elven village girl, and there are quite a few half-elves among them. But for an elven noble, it is a dark history and a great disgrace, much like a human princess knight giving birth to a goblin's child.

Most ruthless elven nobles would kill the child in such a situation to ensure that no scandal would be exposed.

Marcy's mother was relatively soft-hearted and couldn't bring herself to kill Marcy. Instead, she found a secluded place and secretly raised her.

Unfortunately, secrets can't stay hidden forever. Marcy's existence was discovered by her mother's rival within the family, who wanted to use it to attack Marcy's mother and seize her position as the first in line to inherit the Scarlet Moon family.

Marcy's mother had no choice but to destroy the evidence before her opponent could act. Killing Marcy and then disposing of the body was still the best option, but Marcy's mother couldn't bring herself to do it back then, and now she was even less able to do it to the daughter she had raised for almost 20 years.

With no other option, Marcy's mother had to sell Marcy to slave traders. In the eyes of the elves, who valued life above all else and had little concept of chastity, being reduced to a toy in human society was better than death. If she was lucky, she might find a gentle master and live a good life.

In Marcy's view, it seemed that her mother's wish had come true; her mistress, Emerald, was indeed much gentler than those perverted men.

Emerald was very pleased that Marcy was willing to tell these stories herself, which meant that her performance today had not been in vain, and the charm spell had worked well. It was now a foregone conclusion that Marcy, the original heroine's number one harem member, would be taken away by her.

However, Emery did not rush things. She did nothing more to Marcy that night. After Marcy had eaten and drunk her fill, she arranged a room for her to rest and then began etiquette training the next day.

Marcy, on the other hand, couldn't sleep at night. She kept tossing and turning in bed with a pillow between her legs, and the image of Emerald kept popping into her mind.