Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1518 Fulfill her bet!

"Miss Isabella, what are you doing here?" Max inquired, flashing a casual smile while approaching the entrance to his home.

He paused just a few steps from her, eyeing the young lady standing there in wait.

Isabella Lumin appeared clearly uneasy. Her typical poise had turned a bit strained, and she nibbled her lower lip briefly before replying.

"Don't pretend you have no idea," she murmured softly. "I've come to honor my side of the wager after losing to you."

Max's grin grew a touch broader upon hearing her words.

"So, you're here to serve as my maid for the coming ten years?" he teased, his tone laced with evident playfulness.

As soon as he uttered those words, Isabella's cheeks flushed a vivid crimson. The humiliation shone so brightly that the soft light from the palace lanterns failed to conceal it. For an instant, she seemed ready to fire back sharply, but she restrained herself to stay composed.

Soon her face cooled as the blush receded, replaced by a subtle spark of fury.

"Don't count on it lasting," she hissed between gritted teeth. "After I completely awaken my Imperial Bloodline, I'll face you once more. Once I win, this absurd bet gets nullified right away."

Max took in her declaration and gave a slow nod, as though pondering it earnestly.

"I understand," he responded evenly. "That might require a considerable amount of time."

Next, his gaze shifted to the shut door behind her before he continued.

"Right now, behave like a true maid and hold the door open for me."

Isabella's fists tightened a bit at his command.

Briefly, she appeared on the verge of lashing out at him. The notion of following such an order clearly chafed her to the core. In their realm, power and rank dictated all. A maid ranked as the humblest role in any home.

To a figure like Isabella, raised with the arrogance of noble lineage and the honor of Saintess in training, taking on that duty felt nearly intolerable.

Still, she had arrived knowing full well the bet's terms.

She drew in a deep breath.

Then one more.

Gradually, she compelled herself to settle.

In silence, Isabella moved ahead and swung the door wide.

Max observed with unmistakable delight in his gaze. Watching the normally haughty Isabella grudgingly play the part of his servant proved far more enjoyable than anticipated.

Bearing a pleased smirk, he strode by her into the house.

"Feel free to enter too," he remarked offhandedly.

Isabella lingered briefly before trailing him in. After crossing the threshold, she softly shut the door after them.

"What in the hell happened here?"

"Am I seeing things or did the Saintess in training just enter the Saint's house?"

"What is going on? Do they have some sort of relationship?"

"Do not tell me the Saint has already made the Saintess fall for him!"

"No! I refuse to believe it! There must be something else going on! How could our Saintess be charmed by the Saint? I will not believe it!"

Shouts of astonishment echoed successively outside the home as gathered disciples gawked at the sealed entrance in shock. Just seconds prior, they had witnessed Isabella Lumin enter after Max, then close the door.

Silence reigned for a few heartbeats.

Suddenly, the serene courtyard burst into a flurry of murmurs.

Actually, droves of disciples had been drifting near this spot all day long. Since Max's return from the grand trial and his naming as the Black Dragon Clan's inaugural Saint, the youth's intrigue about him had soared to new heights.

Max was already famous for claiming the Sword of the Sovereign and besting mighty foes in the grand trial. Yet his fame had skyrocketed further after conquering the Combat Legion Tower's top levels and earning the historic Saint title.

To countless disciples, he had transformed into a near-legendary icon in the clan.

That very cause had drawn clusters of inquisitive disciples to sneak past his dwelling daily. Some yearned for a peek at him, while others sought to judge firsthand the true nature of the fresh Saint.

Yet no one foresaw such a spectacle.

The Black Dragon Clan's Saintess in training had just stepped into the Saint's abode.

The astonishment hit so hard that some disciples kept scrubbing their eyes, doubting the sight entirely.

"That was definitely Isabella Lumin," a disciple whispered lowly. "I saw her clearly."

A second disciple bobbed his head swiftly.

"I saw her too. She followed him inside without hesitation."

A third disciple scowled intensely toward the shut door.

"What kind of relationship do they even have?"

The query lingered thickly in the atmosphere.

Isabella Lumin wasn't merely another disciple. As the Black Dragon Clan's Saintess in training and a prodigy whose fame had long circulated the clan before Max's arrival, she stood out.

Her rank and gifts crowned her atop the younger ranks.

But now, she had gone into the new Saint's home.

Disciples swiftly spun their own theories.

"Maybe the Saintess really has feelings for him," one murmured warily.

Those words sparked instant backlash from others.

"Impossible," a disciple declared stoutly. "Our Saintess would never fall so readily."

"Yes. There must be some other reason."

Despite their protests, their faces betrayed that the idea had taken root.

The disciples kept muttering to each other while fixating on Max's residence.

Within the hushed courtyard, the Saint's door stayed firmly shut, forcing those outside to rely solely on speculation amid the quiet.