While the Edorian nobles praised her behind closed doors, the ancient porcelain doll grumbled while covering her eyes with her palm. The very moment her foot stepped out of the room something flipped in her brain which caused the edge of her vision to blur in a messy haze. The once-almighty Overlord felt strangely powerless, more so than usual as just now her mind had gotten around to processing what had happened.
Am I a bad girl?
The pale undead asked herself as her eyes dropped down at her stained shirt which resisted her magical efforts to clean it.
"Stupid human spells." Kia's cracked mask began to flake off even more as she angrily stared into the back of the human maid, unleashing her aura onto the woman.
The oddly coloured woman seemed immune to the undead's efforts to get her out of her sight causing the cold-blooded mage to seal her aura back inside herself with an even bigger headache than before.
The shirt Iris had dressed her in had large ugly stains dripping down from her shoulders. Using a spell, Kia instantly dried herself but the Clean spell she had learned appeared useless. If she had enough time and multiple shirts she probably could adjust the spell to work properly but the more she thought about it the more fussy her head felt.
Stupid System categorising stains as a dye. Kia found a new victim to blame but her staring session with her status card didn't last long.
"Iris, where is she?" An oddly timid question reached the human causing the maid to turn around.
"It had been less than two bells since Lady Sofia had taken you, so your answer would be. Where ever your maid is supposed to be at this time." Kia didn't like the maid's answer but the human made it hard for the little immortal ball of fury to target her. The human kept her eye contact brief and non-confrontational while keeping her hands in front of her for Kia to see. "Are you feeling alright, you look rather sick. Should I ask for a healer to come visit you?" The human touched Kia's forehead with the back of her palm. Expectedly she quickly pulled her hand away not knowing how to deal with Kia's inversed temperature
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The necromancer shook her head with a large wince at the thought of another annoying life mage trying to get to her. What she wanted was to be able to snuggle against Iris's chest and listen to the hum from her magi-heart. When she was with the risen she could feel her head turning blank, not needing to concern herself with analysing her alien surroundings at all times knowing well that her creation knew everything already. She could simply push the thinking to Iris while not doing her other favourite activity of hoarding knowledge.
Kia felt a sharp tug on her shoulder and noticed that her face was almost pressed against the wall.
"Careful Lady Siri, I think you should go to bed and rest." The human advised pulling the disoriented undead away from the wall she almost walked into.
The human held the door open for a while watching the mage rubbing her thighs together as she waddled over to the sofa before finally leaving the undead alone.
"Should I have killed her?" Kia asked herself as a pair of clay statues flanking the door came to life.
She had promised Iris she wouldn't kill any humans but there remained a small part of her mind that sought the obliteration of life. Even if she hadn't promised anything to her favourite the copper-haired human looked more like one of her constructs with one leg clearly not functioning so well.
The murderous side of Kia let go making the ancient focus on the pair of golems. She had completed all the enchantments on their bodies but still needed to add colour to their reddish-brown bodies.
"Put that in the basket." The girl repeated an elven phrase she heard whenever Iris undressed her dirty clothes to her two subjects who began to undress her.
Kia made her way toward the bedroom and climbed into her bed.
"Don't look!" The pale girl turned bright red as a realisation of her bare form hit her mind. The two constructs turned their awaiting gazes away from their strangely behaving Master yet remained at the night table, their blank faceplates staring at their feet. "Y-you can go... and don't come in until I say." Kia ordered with flushed cheeks watching her two constructs leave the room before grabbing her head.
Two kinds of shame made the delicate white flower stare blankly at the door with her arms pressed against her torso.
The new kind of shame she only felt after creating Iris, engulfed a humiliating flame across her petite body for the crime of exposing so much of her bare skin while the much older kind of shame seemed to strangle her body's ability to move for showing weakness around her subjects. Wanting to hide, Kia grabbed the folded shirt hanging on the chair beside the bathroom door. The buttoned-up shirt designed for a much taller torso slid easily over her shoulders and hung down her small frame like a misfitted dress.
"Ibis..." Kia gasped as the course fabric scratched her impossibly fair back.
A memory of a toothy smile akin to that of a predator toying with its prey caused the Overlord to meekly shudder and fall forward, her inner leg brushing against the hard edge of the bed.
"I'm... bad kitten."