Devon turned to look at the person who was talking from behind.
A figure of a young woman with back-length hair, blonde hair, and blue eyes was at the door entrance. Dressed in a red, backless dress with radiant skin that even god the beauty would be jealous of. The woman stood up straight with a beauty that could put all humans out there to shame.
And a face that transcended the limits of all human's beauty, and a body brimming with sex enough that any man could crumple just by standing beside her. However, for some reason, Devon felt a familiar scent emanating from her.
"Mae is that you?!" Devon asked with his eyes staring at the young woman's face and flashed a gentle smile at her.
"How dare you! Refer to her highness with that name." The middle-aged woman from earlier lashed out.
"So you can ignore all I just did right there but when I call her that name, you lash out at me," Devon stated, with his hands folded across his chest.
"Excuse us, Ria." the young woman waved her hand at the middle-aged woman, with her eyes still on Devon, as she looked at him with great interest.
"Your highness," Ria was about to say something when she received a glare from the young woman. She looked at Devon one more time before leaving the office with her face down.
"Sir Aiden, how may this lowly servant help you?"
Devon ignored her words, as he regarded it as she's teasing him. His eyes were still on her the whole time, but unlike the lewd look he used to look at Ria, this was a decent one.
"Mae?" he found it hard to believe this wasn't Mae, as one could find a striking resemblance to Mae. Whether it was in terms of the remarkable curve or the blonde hair, it was all the same. This type of transcendent beauty wasn't one anybody could forget.
"This is not Mae!" it was the voice but unlike any other time when it speaks directly to him, this time it didn't. Those four words directly appeared on Devon's mind.
Despite the voice telling Devon that the person in front of him wasn't Mae, Devon didn't know why, but he felt that there was a strange connection between Mae and this woman.
However, now wasn't the time to figure that mystery out, he had to first deal with the task at hand before any other thing.
"I want to be elder Brooke's personal attendant." Devon's eyes narrowed, there wasn't any point in panicking at the moment, so why not just go straight to the point.
Hearing Devon's request, a chuckle escaped her elegant lips
"Why should I help you?" she inquired with her eyes still on him and her hands folded across her chest. The woman didn't seem to be surprised by Devon's words and instead, it seemed like she knew his reason for coming here.
"I was hoping we could strike a deal." Devon countered, withstanding the pressure of her gaze.
"Hmmmmm, interesting offer, but with your strength what can you do for me." she looked at Devon from head to toe with eyes that even beggars wouldn't like to be looked at that way.
Devon looked at her one more time before turning around and walking out of the room. One of his mottos was 'a man could be insulted but not looked down on.'
Seeing his action, the woman's face curled into a smile."Wait, there tiger, hahaha the pride is still there same as always." The voice of the woman sounded as Devon was about to step out of the door.
Devon stopped his movement, he pondered what did she mean by the same as always. He was very sure that they had never met before, so where did she know him from.
"We have a deal. But at your current level, you're too weak to do anything for me, so I want you to have it at the back of your mind that you owe me one."
"Thank you," Devon answered while clenching his fist, the voice mentioned in the plan that he needed the help of the maid's courtyard before he could get into the inner compound elders' courtyard, if not, he wouldn't have bothered coming here.
Stepping out of the maid's courtyard, Devon teleported out of there. The alliance might have mentioned flying being prohibited, but it didn't say anything about teleportation.
"Voice, who is that woman and why didn't you answer any of my questions." Devon began asking the voice a series of questions immediately when he got home.
"I advise contractor to leave that woman alone." the voice answered, keeping it short and simple.
Devon walked towards the chair in his living room and sat on it with his right hand holding a glass cup half filled with wine. "I know she's terrifying, but I've faced more pressure than that from my father."
"So tell me, why didn't you answer me in there."
The voice didn't seem to intend to answer Devon's question but after a few minutes, it replied, "Sigh contractor as no idea how powerful this woman is if I had answered she would have sensed it immediately."
"How is that possible!" Devon, who was sipping the red wine gently, spat everything out.
…. Since their meeting, this was the first time Devon had heard the voice in his head speaking in that kind of way.
The voice didn't reply to Devon's question, but that was enough for him to know how dangerous the young woman was.
Back in the receptionist's office…
"Your highness, why did you help him again?" another woman appeared, sitting on the desk. It seemed like she has been here for a very long time.
If Devon was here, he would remember the woman as she sold him all the emblems he bought in the alliance black market. Though she was putting on a mask that day, with a figure like that, Devon could not simply forget it.
"And you also asked me to protect him from people of the alliance is there a reason why you're doing all this thing for him your highness." the woman who was sitting on the desk said with a frown on her face one could tell she wasn't happy with all this.
"Let just say I feel he's going to play an important role in the four worlds." she disappeared right after.
Hearing her master mention the four worlds, the woman on the desk's face turned serious immediately. "But your highness, you even went as far as to become his ma-…." the woman managed to stop herself from saying those words when she considered it sinful.
She then heaved a long sigh, it was hard to tell whether it was one of relief or not, before disappearing. It seemed the rule of the receptionist's office was broken, it didn't apply to everyone.