He smirked. Eyes sharp enough to remind him of an orc warlord. Receiving that gaze felt like being dissected.

Well, the viscount didn’t have to be like that. But sometimes, the tension she carried around her body seemed pitiful.

“Let’s leave that by the barn and call it a morning. After lunch, we can rest a bit and then start fertilizing in the afternoon.”

“Understood.”

Breck lightly slung the sack over his shoulder.

It was when he placed the sack by the barn. A strange maid with lustrous black hair was peeking around. She wasn’t wearing the maid’s uniform of this mansion, and her apron was as white as snow, as if it wa new. Her face was quite pretty but not memorable.

And she had large br*asts. So large that they distorted the shape of her apron.

“……”

Breck was momentarily speechless. Not for any other reason.

‘Viscount…?’

That’s right, illusion magic couldn’t fool his eyes.

《The eyes of a hero see through the truth.》

The golden words spoken by the Dragon Lord to him in the past were not a blessing or prophecy but a confirmed truth.

Even without that, Breck would have recognized her. Transformation magic couldn’t change the basic structure of bones and muscles. It could alter skin tone, hair color, eye color, and the placement of flesh to change a person’s impression. But it wasn’t enough to escape the keen eyes of someone like Breck.

“Oh, um, I’m Olga.”

Startled by his gaze, Lily stammered. Her voice was the same.

Breck covered his eyes with his palm. Why was he the one feeling embarrassed?

“…What brings you here?”

“Have you had lunch?”

Lily lifted the basket. The savory smell of freshly baked bread and ham wafted out.

“…Lunch delivery is Nora’s job.”

“I waited for Nora, no…”

Lily’s face turned bright red. She realized belatedly that she wasn’t dressed as a maid of this house.

“I just brought it. There’s thick ham, cheese, and cream…”

Her face turned redder at the mention of cream.

“Well, um… with me…”

Lily steeled herself and shouted.

“Would you like to go to the mill?”

“……”

Breck couldn’t remove his hand from his face.

He had experienced many temptations. Among those who tried to seduce him were the most beautiful fairy queen, a noble princess contending for the imperial throne, and even the succubus queen.

Many women wanted to spend a night with him. Sometimes because he was strong, sometimes to avoid a crisis through seduction, and sometimes simply because they found him genuinely attractive.

But none of those temptations were as shocking as this. In terms of absurdity.

Lily pushed out her chest. It was indeed large. She must have used magic to pull all the flesh from her waist and lower abdomen up to her chest. Breck was at a loss for words, so he just waved his hand and walked into the barn. His face burned with embarrassment.

“I should die.”

Lily slumped over and pulled out her will. Anna asked,

“What happened this time? Was it that embarrassing? Was he the kind of guy who likes dirty talk? Did he shove his c*ck in your face? I thought you said he wasn’t an acorn.”

“I should just die.”

Lily said in a dying voice. There were countless tempting words in the world, but what was ‘Would you like to go to the mill?’ Seriously, what was that?

Lily knew intellectually. In situations devoid of serious emotional involvement like marriage or dating—essentially, in casual encounters where the goal was just to have s*x—a woman, just by being a woman, held the power of choice. It was rare for a man who bore no risk to refuse.

So, I put a lot of thought into it.

I planned to invite him to lunch, sit side by side, eat our packed meals, exchange a few words, and then hint that I wanted to do it. I thought it would work out. Most men jump at the chance when they know they don’t have to worry about the aftermath. I even made my br*asts bigger and my hips rounder on purpose.

I considered meeting him a few more times. Breck might be a man who values his body and mind in his own way.

But when I actually faced Breck, I couldn’t speak properly. I was breathless, and my mind went blank.

Even though he had worked in the garden all morning, Breck didn’t smell of sweat. The scent of cut wood and leaves mixed with his masculine scent. My heart pounded so hard I couldn’t even tell what I was saying, surely because of that.

“I’m so embarrassed…”

Talking about going to the mill. Not even suggesting we eat together at the mill, just going to the mill.

Lily glared at her will. If she burned the contents of the drawer first, then threw herself into the fireplace, all her problems would turn to ashes. Including her soul.

Anna asked,

“What did you say to get rejected?”

“I don’t know. Don’t ask. I’m embarrassed.”

Even thinking about it made her heart race with embarrassment. Up close, Breck’s body was more impressive than she had imagined. His face seemed the same. When he pushed back his messy bangs with his hand, he didn’t look as clueless as usual but rather sharp.

Before she could think, her mouth moved on its own. But seriously, asking to go to the mill? It would have been less embarrassing if she’d just said she wanted to have s*x.

“Pull yourself together, Miss Lily. You just got rejected once after talking to him.”

“It’s hopeless. Any man would avoid a woman like that. If they saw me on the street, they’d steer clear, afraid of catching something.”

“Transformation! It was a transformation!”

Anna shouted vehemently, fearing Lily might sink into despair and never rise again.

“So what? Nobody knows it was you! No one even knows such a person exists. You used an artifact to do something embarrassing.”

Lily steeled herself and sat up. Anna quickly added,

“And maybe the transformed look wasn’t his type.”

“…Really?”

Thinking back, even she found it a bit over the top and burdensome.

“That’s right. Cheer up. If a woman decides to pursue a man, she should at least try three times.”

Still, Lily thought,

‘You can say that because you don’t know what nonsense I spouted.’

But Anna was right. After all, Breck didn’t know who that crazy woman was.

And Breck did know who she was.

‘Why is the Viscount acting like this?’

He looked at the bouquet held out in front of him, sweating coldly.

This time, she had a different appearance. Lily had been more careful in choosing her look. Making her body overly seductive with large br*asts and a protruding butt was too much.

Instead, she chose to be a radiant blonde beauty. Her skin was pale, her nose more prominent, her eyes almond-shaped, and her pupils jewel-like blue. Her body was slim yet agile-looking.

It was Lily’s ideal image of a beauty. And she was very proud of it.

Everyone turned to look at her as she passed by in a light, fluttery dress. If Lily’s ears were a bit sharper, she would have heard people wondering why such a beauty was in this town and whose relative she was.

Unlike Lily, Breck heard everything. And he was dumbfounded.

Who was she? To him, it was clearly Lily, just with different hair and eye colors. He didn’t need the eyes of a hero to see through it. Such changes could be made with makeup, though it would require an expert.

This time, Lily confidently offered the bouquet. If seduction didn’t work, how about a straightforward approach? She didn’t think dating Breck would be so bad.

“Have tea with me!”

It was usually men who bought flowers, but who cared? Did she really have to go to such lengths just to touch that thigh? But she was the one burning with desire.

Whistles and cheers erupted everywhere. Breck secretly sighed. If he were just an ordinary bachelor Breck, he would have been thrilled to be asked out on a date first.

But he really didn’t want to attract attention. And he couldn’t understand why the Viscount was doing this.

“Thank you, but I must decline.”

He tried to choose his words carefully. After all, she was his employer. Lily seemed to believe she was hiding her identity, but she surely knew he was the gardener Breck. He didn’t want to offend his employer and get fired, but he also didn’t want to participate in her mysterious antics.

If the first thing he received had been flowers, he might not have been so distrustful. But the clumsy illusion magic and the mill… It just wasn’t right.