Romalin: "My lady! May I speak for a moment to explain?" Sevatlana stopped, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits... which terrified Romalin, causing her to stumble backward, her foot striking her bag. She froze, her voice trembling with embarrassment and fear.

"I... I'm sorry, Lady Sevatlana, or whatever your name is!"

Sevatlana smiled slowly, her fangs—those of the Snow Panther vampire—revealing. Her smile gradually deepened until she burst into spontaneous laughter. She reached out and patted the little girl's shoulder, wiping away a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye.

"Oh! You didn't see your face when you were scared, hahaha!" she said, pointing at her. Her voice was calm and serious.

"Okay, let's get back to business!" " Gibanianli looked at her mother with a complex mix of emotions, letting out a soft sigh as she shifted her gaze to Romalin, assessing this strange girl dressed in the elegant, luxurious maid's attire. Where did she come from? And where did she get those luxurious clothes? Did she steal them?

Sevatlana replied:

"Well, since you're a maid, are you capable of passing a simple test I'm about to GIVE YOU?" Sevatlana asked, shifting her weight to the other foot and looking intently at Romalin. Romalin was startled, her eyes widening in surprise. She exclaimed in an agitated, nervous voice:

"Ugh!" "A TEST, miss. So, you AGREE?" she said resolutely, clasping her hands at her sides. She felt Gibanianli's unreadable gaze flicker, but ignored it for the moment.

Sevatlana crossed her arm, forming a single finger with an air of overconfidence, yet she looked determined.

"Let's begin NOW. FIRST, are you capable of preparing all KINDS of FOOD? Cooking isn't just about a clean exterior. I'm not superficial," she emphasized with a nod and a wink.