Entoma took Harold to the sixth floor, a paradoxically favorite spot for her, the ample trees were fine places to create webs, and there she indulged a secret passion. Web sculpting.

She made her webs look like many different things, from tall buildings, to the people she knew. Deep, deep in the woods, so far in that neither Aura or Mare really bothered, and so would never find out about her little hobby. There the maid could enjoy the ever present breeze that could gently swing her hammock and occasionally make something new when the idea struck.

Harold would be the first to see it. He had little blue mana crystal fragments for eyes, and when Entoma looked down at them, she couldn't help but think the demoness had left off a few technical details. 'It doesn't matter, as long as he works.'

Harold sat below the hammock without her orders, and she began to talk to him. He had a kind of a stubby protruding nose that when looked at straight on blended in so well, that it was like it didn't exist. Below that was a mouth that went from a round circle to a long oval.

Entoma talked to Harold for several hours, and felt her body relaxing further and further as she unburdened herself to the little golem. "...and that was really kind of embarrassing, but what do you think?"

"Long Live Ainz Ooal Gown." The golem responded.

"Yes… but I meant what about what I just said." Entoma replied, and Harold stared up at her for a moment, the blue eyes seemed to glow more intensely for a moment.

"I'll bet it was." Harold replied.

"I'm taking you back to my university apartment, Manaly will have you do things to help him, I'm sure, but you don't mind that, do you Harold?" Entoma asked.

"No." Harold said. He had a deep, long sounding voice that drew the words out beyond the norm, but that he could speak at all, Entoma counted as remarkable.

Entoma's return to her quarters went unremarked upon as she appeared within her own room, and then exited it into the main open area to find Manaly wiping down a table. "Ma'am," he said with his back straightening up immediately, "would you care for coffee?"

"Coffee? What's coffee?" Entoma inquired.

"A drink made from beans. It's new, one of the trade missions brought a small shipment and donated it to the university. We received a little bag of them while you were away." Manaly explained, and Entoma scratched one pointed 'finger' over her bug mask.

"A drink made out of beans? It sounds disgusting. Who would drink bean water?" Entoma asked as if he'd gone mad.

"I'm sure I don't know the answer to that, My Lady, but it does have a very nice smell at least. Would you like me to at least make it?" He asked, holding a little cloth bag in hand that rattled from the dry contents shifting around within.

"Fine, it can't hurt. By the way, this," she pointed to the short golem, "Is Harold, he's my… something, and will be staying for awhile, you can use him for extra help while I'm away."

"As you wish, ma'am." Manaly replied and went about the process of preparing the curious drink.

The thick, rich smell soon filled the apartment, "Alright I like the smell…" Entoma admitted with some reluctance, "but it looks like a black ooze melted into a cup."

Manaly required no further prompting, he poured a pitcher of milk and began to dump spoon after spoon after spoon of sugar into it before giving it a thorough stirring, the silver spoon on the porcelain cup reminding Entoma immediately of her recent time with Bertra.

'That could have gone really, really wrong.' Entoma considered when she sat down to wait for her butler. The maid was well aware of her own relative naivete compared to her sisters. 'Lupusregina has been living more outside of the tomb than in it since the day she took work in Carne. Solution might as well be called a traveler now. Even CZ at the home of the pope, goes out on the Pope's annual trips for work. Narberal goes with Lord Ainz himself as Momon, everybody does something out there. Even Lady Shalltear goes to the Imperial Art Academy and tours the great museums promoting cultural revolutions… maybe staying in my comfort zone has left me…'

She stopped the thought when Manaly approached with a cup and lay it down in front of her.

Entoma reached for the cup and, with a tentative hand, closed her fingers around the smooth curved handle. She brought it up and then moved her mask, then inhaled.

A deep, full breath brought the scent, and she took a tiny sip.

All eight eyes flew open and she dumped the rest down her throat in an instant.

"I must have more." She said in an instant.

"As My Lady wishes." Manaly took a bow and withdrew, taking her cup to make another for her.

"What do you think, Harold?" Entoma asked, and the golem gave her a thumbs up with its stubby hand.

"Agreed." She said.

Entoma downed three more cups before she finally went to lie down in her web, and all eight bright red eyes stared through her mask all night long. 'Why can't I sleep?' She wondered, rocking her webbing hammock all night long, while Harold simply stood in the corner and stared at nothing.

Morning came with the chirping of birds and the sound of music and chatter outside again that crept its way through Entoma's window.

"Really?" She asked the uncaring sun when it peeked inside her room and the warming light she usually enjoyed, hit her cracked and sleepless eyes.

'Do I have to get up right now?' She asked, then realized that no, she did not.

Then it hit her.

She did.

She absolutely did.

'I can't wait, I must!' She told herself and rocked the hammock web a few times until she flung herself quite out of it to land with a delicate strike of her feet to the floor.

The reason she had to, was the smell.

Manaly was making coffee, the smell was drawing her out, as if smell could make a womanly 'come hither' gesture to entice a lover, and as if she were entranced by the bewitching presence, Entoma drifted out of the door tilting her head back to embrace the scent.

She reached the table just as her orcish manservant was laying a cup on the table for her.

"My Lady," the stiff-backed orc said with his snout-like nose slightly in the air, "I am afraid I will be running out of beans soon if you have many more cups, they are still very scarce."

All eight eyes narrowed from behind the mask, unable to see them, Manaly remained as polite and unflappable as ever, "Find out how I can get more."

"Yes, My Lady." He said and refilled her cup as soon as it was thrust out toward him.

"I'll just take the pot… and the milk… and the sugar… also… buy more sugar and milk after you locate more coffee." Entoma said, and the unflappable Manaly let it slip from hand when she reached for it, taking it, along with everything else with her when she got up to leave.

She was just about to put it all in her dimensional storage when she stopped. She looked down at her golem, "Harold, would you like to carry these things for me?"

The purple head slowly nodded.

"Alright, here. You like being useful to me, don't you Harold?" Entoma asked.

And this time it answered, "Yeeeeesss."

She patted the top of his head and looked over to Manaly, "I know I said I'd leave him with you… but I think I could use his help today."

"As you wish, ma'am." Manaly replied and bowed until she walked out with the advanced item.

Entoma's arrival at her office was quicker than she thought it would be, in part because she found herself putting 'Harold' to the test to see how quickly he could move. To her surprise, he kept up with the fast moving 'maid professor' with great ease. 'They really are doing impressive things with golems now.'

Once at her office, she busies herself immediately.

"Harold, coffee." She said, repeatedly.

Each time, Harold brought it.

"Harold, bring me fresh ink." And Harold brought it.

"Harold, bring me a new quill, this one is broken." And Harold brought that.

Sometimes he nodded, sometimes he said yes, but he was completely pliant and obedient in every way.

It was a warm, comfortable feeling to have someone look after her so attentively, and then she tried something different, a curious thought came to mind. 'These are supposed to be very smart, or capable of it…'

So Entoma chose to ask it something different, "Harold, do you like me…?"

"Yeessss." The golem answered, bobbing his purple head back and forth when he answered.

'That was unexpected…' Was the first and only thought to come to Entoma's mind when she heard that.