"Where the hell is Daemonium?" Sanguisa ran around the castle with a small dress in one hand and a hairbrush in the other. She looked through every room, left no spot untouched, but never found the half-demon. "I need him here right now!"

"I'm sorry miss," Sebastian said while carrying a large pile of clothes towards the laundry. "But his majesty is still out looking for his 3ds."

"Oh," Sanguisa said, stopping in her tracks and dropping the dress and hairbrush. "Damn it!"

"By the way, what is the dress for?"

"Don't worry about it. Just don't."

"Okay." Sebastian was curious but he just left anyway. Dirty clothes didn't wash themselves, and hell would freeze over before Daemonium did them.

That left Sanguisa in the middle of the hallway with a small dress, a hairbrush, and nothing to do.

"Oh, it's you." The succubus maid Angeline, also known as Anne, saw Sanguisa sulking on the floor while she walked by with a pot of crocomilo stew. "What's such a pathetic looking creature like you doing on the ground?"

"My life's dreams have all been postponed," Sanguisa cried. "So now I have nothing to do."

"Then get to work. Aren't you an adult? Don't you have a job?"

In their country, one could be considered an adult at the age of 14. If you were a 14-year-old it was socially accepted of you, no, expected of you to leave your parents' house and go live on your own. Sanguisa was older than Daemonium, and if he was old enough to be considered an adult there was no way she wasn't one. Although, if I had to be fair Daemonium doesn't act much like a mature adult either.

"I don't have a job though," Sanguisa said as she started to think about it. She used to work part-time at a shop but moved recently and never found a replacement job.

"Then get one," Anne said.

"Are you hiring?"

"No," Anne lied.

"WHY YES WE ARE!" Out of nowhere Sebastian just appears behind Sanguisa with a bunch of forms in hand. "Just sign these and you'll be eligible to work here!"

"Goddammit."

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Anne lied again.

"Let's not worry about that for now." Sebastian handed Sanguisa a large stack of papers. It was quite high, taller than Daemonium, but Daemonium has never been quite tall either. The half-demon was quite short. Regardless, that still meant there were a lot of papers. "Just complete all of those forms and sign and you will be ready to work here!"

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"Are you sure you don't want a job interview or anything?" Sanguisa struggled to say that while the papers weighed her down.

"Don't worry about it, we got it all under control."

"Umm, okay then." Sanguisa was curious, but it was hard to tell when she was struggling with the weight of hundreds or thousands of papers. Seriously, Sanguisa was wondering why it was so heavy.

"You should get started right away. Here's a pen." Sebastian handed her a ballpoint pen and shoved her into Daemonium's room to get started.

Sanguisa started on the papers and despite the volume, it was quite simple. The only real problem was how tedious it was. Sanguisa swore that she wrote down her name and birthday more than every other person alive in the country have combined. She had signed so many signatures that her signature was starting to look like random scribbles.

"This stuff is way too long," Sanguisa said, talking to herself out of boredom. She was practically on autopilot at this point, yawning as she wondered what Daemonium would look like in the dress she bought.

"Wait a minute, what's this?" Snaguisa looked closer at what she was writing. Hidden in all of the text was a place where she wrote down what color underwear she was wearing at the moment. "Who in this castle needs to know the color of my underwear?"

"Take it up with the higher-ups," Anne said, suddenly appearing. "Those with red underwear are the hardest workers and those with blue are the laziest. It's a commonly known fact."

"Okay." Sanguisa doubted the last sentence. "What's your opinion on those that wear pink?"

"They don't deserve to live."

"Okay," Sanguisa said, quickly scribbling out her previous answer and replacing it with red. "But explain why you guys also need to know if I had a pet. I'm signing up to be a maid here right?"

"Affirmative."

"Then why do you need to know if I have a dog or a cat?"

"Pet choice determines the kind of person you are."

"Yeah, dog person or cat person." Sanguisa facepalmed. "But why would a preference in pet matter?"

"Diversity of course. Cat people need to be better represented in the workforce."

"I won't question that anymore. So why do you need to know the color of my poo?"

"Did you know that red poo means there is blood?"

"What else would it mean, and how is that relevant to becoming a maid?"

"We don't want blood on your clothes."

"Can't you just get a medical report instead of asking what color my poop is?"

Anne sat there and pondered on the idea for a moment. After a few moments, she finally got up and just shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm not the one who makes these," Anne said. "If I did you wouldn't even be able to apply in the first place."

"Oh." Sanguisa sighed. "Well, who makes these?"

"U."

"Who?"

"U. They're the boss of all of the maids and butlers in this establishment."

"What does the U stand for?"

Anne shrugged. "It's unknown."

"Well, where do I meet them?"

Anne shrugged. "It's unknown."

"How is this guy your boss then?"

Anne shrugged. "It's unknown."

"Well, why am I even trying to get this job anyway? All of this is super sketchy." Sanguisa went back to grab the papers but stopped after a moment. "Anne, where are the forms I just filled out?"

"Sebastian walked in just a moment ago and grabbed them. He quickly looked over them before saying that you're hired and walking away. Also, I hope you're ready for the long haul because you're not allowed to quit by law. Thank Daemonium's dad for that one."

Sanguisa was speechless. She simply couldn't help herself from shedding tears from her despair.

"Stop being a crybaby." Anne scoffed at the sobbing vampire in front of her. "Aren't you an adult?"

"But I want a new job!" This is a roughly translated version of various unintelligible sobs coming from her ugly crying face.

Anne sighed. "This stupid girl... Well, if it makes you feel better it means you could put Daemonium in your cute dresses as much as you want."

"REALLY!?" If Anne blinked she would have sworn Sanguisa was replaced with a happier doppelganger at that moment.

"Yeah..." Anne started to regret her decision.