After Gender Transformation, I Was Adjusted by the System into the Demon Queen’s Strongest Maid

Lilia knelt in the center of the grand hall, and the world fell into utter silence.

Reflected in her pupils was that mountain-like pile of scrolls—beyond that, she could see nothing else.

Half a month’s worth of accumulated documents.

Tomorrow morning.

Ha.

Haha.

Lilia wanted to laugh, but the muscles on her face had completely stiffened; she couldn’t even make the simplest expression.

She was going to die.

Not crushed to death by a Demon General’s finger, nor killed by some bizarre punishment.

She, Lilia—a proud transmigrator—was about to become the first office worker in another world to die from overwork under the blessings of 007.

If word got out, it would be utterly disgraceful to the transmigrator army!

Lilia’s mind completely crashed, her thoughts spinning wildly on the brink of collapse.

Despair.

A despair a hundred times deeper than when facing “Gourmet Lao Ba’s Special Private Cuisine,” suffocated her.

I can’t breathe!

Just as Lilia’s vision darkened and she felt like she was about to faint from hyperventilation the next second, a cold voice sounded behind her once again.

“Follow.”

Lilia’s body twitched stiffly like a puppet programmed in advance.

She didn’t even think about what those two words meant. Relying purely on survival instinct etched into her bones, she numbly pushed herself up and staggered to her feet.

She didn’t turn around, nor did she dare to.

She simply lowered her head, staring at the ground, following the crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels ahead—step by step.

They passed through the empty, deathly silent Council Hall and walked along the deep, endless corridor.

Finally, the footsteps stopped before a familiar heavy wooden door carved with thorn and rose patterns.

The study.

Hera pushed the door open and walked straight in.

Like a soulless shadow, Lilia followed closely behind.

The furnishings inside the study were exactly the same as yesterday. The air was filled with the mixed scent of aged parchment and ink. The only difference was that beside Hera’s massive obsidian desk, there was now an additional desk—slightly smaller, but identical in material and style.

On that smaller desk, the four treasures of the study were all neatly arranged. There was even a brand-new, soft armrest cushion specifically for resting one’s arms.

It sat there quietly, like an exquisitely crafted cage tailored for someone.

Hera walked to the small desk and stopped.

She extended a finger, lightly brushing across the surface, leaving behind not a speck of dust.

Then she turned and looked toward Lilia, who was still standing blankly at the doorway.

“How is it?”

Lilia’s heart was fiercely clenched by those casually spoken two words.

How is it?

How could it possibly be?!

Is this something a human would do? This is trying to work me to death! You might as well just chain my neck and tie the other end to your throne leg! And you even gave me a dedicated workstation? What is this? A gift from Her Majesty the Queen?

Lilia roared madly in her heart, yet on her face, driven by extreme fear and survival instinct, she forced out a stiff smile uglier than crying.

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees once more.

“Master…”

Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

“This… this is… an unimaginable grace for Lilia.”

Please, let my acting skills kick in! For the reward—no, this time it’s for survival!

“You… you not only acknowledged Lilia’s shallow suggestions, but even prepared such… such a perfect personal place for someone as humble as me.”

As she spoke, Lilia secretly observed Hera’s reaction from the corner of her eye.

No reaction.

Hera’s face remained as cold as frost, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Lilia steeled herself, knowing she had to speak even more beautifully.

“Lilia understands now!” She suddenly raised her head, forcibly squeezing out a glimmer of moisture in her eyes born of excitement and gratitude.

“To be here, at the place closest to you, to share even the most insignificant dust for you—is Lilia’s supreme honor!”

“Lilia… Lilia will certainly do everything in her power to live up to your expectations! To turn all chaos into the order you desire!”

After saying those lines—so cringeworthy they gave even herself goosebumps—Lilia slammed her forehead heavily onto the ground, adopting the most humble and submissive posture.

Only one thought echoed in her mind.

I’m a damn genius! That flattery deserves a Best Eloquence Award!

【Ding!】

The long-awaited system notification sounded like heavenly music.

【Detected that the host has issued a ‘flattery declaration beyond survival necessity’!】

【Overall evaluation: Perfect!】

【Reward: Hera Intimacy +5! Host Loyalty +10! Feminization Index +3!】

【Queen Hera feels ‘satisfied’ with your performance and believes you have initially developed the awareness of becoming a ‘considerate personal possession’.】

Lilia almost burst into tears of joy.

She survived! She survived again!

Hera finally moved.

She walked to Lilia and looked down at her prostrated figure.

“Stand.”

“Yes.”

Lilia shakily stood up, keeping her head lowered, not daring to meet Hera’s gaze.

“Your position is here.” Hera pointed to the small desk.

“Yes, my master.”

With stiff steps, Lilia walked behind the desk.

The height of the desk and chair was just right, making it quite comfortable to sit. The surface was smooth and cool, carrying a chilling texture.

But what suffocated her the most was the view from this position.

From here, with just a slight turn of her head, she could see the entirety of Hera’s desk and every movement of Hera seated there.

Likewise, with just a glance upward, Hera could take in all of Lilia’s small actions.

Lilia trembled and suddenly raised her head.

She saw that the mountain-like pile of accumulated documents from yesterday was now being carried in by two tall demon guards and then heavily stacked… beside her new desk.

That mountain of black leather scrolls nearly buried her whole.

Lilia’s face instantly turned pale again.

Hera walked around the pile of documents and returned to her massive obsidian desk, sitting down elegantly.

She didn’t immediately begin handling official business. Instead, she propped her chin on her hand and watched Lilia with interest—Lilia, who was surrounded by scrolls like a little mouse that had fallen into a rice jar and was about to drown.

Lilia’s body trembled, her teeth chattering.

It’s over.

All the joy and relief from earlier vanished.

In the end, she still had to face this hellish reality.

Hera seemed to have admired her terrified and helpless appearance enough.

She casually pulled out a scroll from the very top of the pile and, across the distance between the two desks, gave it a gentle push.

The heavy scroll slid smoothly across the desk as if supported by an invisible hand, finally stopping with a “pa” sound in front of Lilia.

A silent command.

Begin.

Lilia stared at the scroll before her, her mind blank.

At that very moment, the cold system notification sounded again.

【Ding! Detected that the host has assumed the position of ‘Chief Document Auditor’!】

【Long-term main mission ‘Order of the Study’ has been updated!】

【Mission Objective: Before sunrise tomorrow, organize all accumulated documents according to the ‘Standard Seven-Item Format’ and submit the first audit report.】

【Mission Reward: Determined by completion level. Minimum reward D-rank skill ‘Speed Reading’, maximum reward B-rank talent ‘Photographic Memory’.】

【Failure Penalty: Permanent removal of the title ‘Executor of Order’.】

Lilia’s pupils locked tightly onto the words “Photographic Memory.”

After several seconds of halted breathing, her breath suddenly became rapid.