That night, around a campfire under two moons, Belfast sits beside you. She isn’t cleaning or serving. She’s just… there.

“Master,” she says quietly. “If we never return to our world… would you mind if I continued to serve you in this one?”

She smiles. And for the first time in this strange, dangerous world—so do you. Want a full chapter, character stat sheet, or a spin-off focusing on Belfast opening a “Maid’s Tavern” in the other world? Just ask.

She is polishing a teacup. “The dragon, Master, lacks discipline. Its hoard is scattered. Its scales are unpolished. And its fire breath—impressive range, but poor follow-through.”

The goblins charge.

“Master,” she says, not even glancing at the snarling goblins, “you haven’t had your morning tea. Combat on an empty stomach is ill-advised.”

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