Once again, the maid tumbled off the chaise longue and looked up at me, still half-asleep.
"Huh? Prince Robby? Why are you in a place like this?"
If I think of this as charm, she's actually kind of cute, but when you consider how she's failing at her duties, there's no way to describe her as anything but a useless maid. If I seriously complained and asked for a replacement, the head maid would probably come rushing in, bow until her head touched the floor in apology, and immediately send someone new. She might even take the night shift herself. But the thought of the head maid spending the night in my room is something I'd rather avoid. So maybe this one is fine just the way she is. As long as she sleeps in this room without causing me any trouble, that's good enough. If she stays asleep even while I do whatever I want at night, even better.
