From the bonus paper included with the Melonbooks edition of Volume 2 of the light novel. Roughly around chapters 66–68 of the main story.
If I had to describe Maia’s appearance in a single word, it would be “girl.” In human terms, she’s around her early teens. She is by no means an adult, yet it is difficult to definitively call her a child—she is at that age like a bud just beginning to bloom. That said, according to her story, her actual age is older than mine; in fact, she apparently exceeds even the parent generation and is well past sixty. Despite that, in terms of both her emotions and her knowledge, she is exactly as she looks, so I find myself treating her like a much younger sister… and when that happens, the question of “how far is too far” inevitably weighs on my mind. I mean, Jeanne was around before, too. Actually, in terms of looks alone, Jeanne is even more extreme. No matter how much I claim, for the sake of appearances, that “we entered this contract to do lewd things,” dragon common sense is an alien culture. Not only does she possess immense power herself, but her family members, who possess equal or greater strength, are also very much alive. I want to avoid overstepping my bounds and treading on ground I shouldn’t. Indeed, judging things by “common sense” only works when both parties share the same values. It is not uncommon for something trivial to be considered “out of bounds” by the other person’s standards. And so.
“Maia. I want you to be honest with me.” ”?”
At Polka’s inn. I slapped my knee with a thwack and pressed Maia once more. She tilted her head in confusion. “I’ve heard that dragons will do anything for their Rider. But I want you to tell me your true feelings. I want to know where your line is—what you hate, or what you don’t want me to do anymore.” “The lewd stuff?” She asked back with a deadpan expression.
Once again, she is beautiful. Transparent and delicate, pure and serene. She is a girl with a presence that feels like the personification of the concepts of “winter” and “ice.” Among the girls I’ve met so far, I’ve occasionally felt an aura of “untouchability,” but Maia, combined with her somewhat fragile demeanor, strongly makes me feel like “I might not be someone who is allowed to touch her.” I gazed at her perfection—so refined it almost felt artificial—for a few seconds before nodding bravely. “That’s right. Well, I want boundaries for everything… but I don’t understand dragon common sense at all.” ”…I think that, as long as it’s within what you imagine, Andy-sama, I can probably accept anything.” “A man’s imagination is no joke. Don’t underestimate me just because I look like a scrawny boy.” I clenched my fist and threatened her with conviction. It’s true that I lack burly muscles, a manly beard, or chest hair, but I’d be in trouble if she assumed she could see right through to the depths of my soul just because I don’t look rugged. No matter how weak a man may seem, he harbors a beast within his heart. Maia made a slightly troubled face and continued. ”…Um, for example… while being lewd, using an axe to [redacted] [redacted] or [redacted], and even while [redacted] inside, [redacted] [redacted]…” “Wait a second.” I cut her off as she suddenly began describing something akin to a suspense-horror movie with a deadpan face. “Could you please not start with stories that sound like the product of some hellish madness?” ”…? I was just saying that there have been Riders who actually did up to that level…” “I’m sorry. Please show a little more restraint.” ”…Because a dragon’s body can regenerate wounds and anything else however we like, just like Lady Lyra did, even that can become a form of love. If you like that kind of lewdness, Andy-sama, I think I’d be happy to do it even if it seems a little painful, as long as you do it with your true feelings…” “That is not something you can just dismiss with the word ‘lewd’!” I mean, what is this darkness of history? Even if I told her she could do as she pleased, why on earth did a fool exist who actually challenged themselves in that direction? That’s beyond a beast. Why would anyone choose that? “At most, I might tell you to get naked suddenly, or tell you all to line up and show your butts.” ”…? Is being naked better? If you prefer that, Andy-sama, I’m fine with being naked all the time.” …Maia was a nudist to begin with.
“N-no, only when you’re feeling horny. If it were like that all the time, it would actually be a problem.”
“On the contrary, if you want, you can always be on all fours right next to me, waiting to be ‘useful’ whenever the mood strikes.”
Transparent, delicate, innocent, and serene. The girl, who embodied that very image, spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, then climbed onto his lap and looked up at him.
“That is why I want you to dote on me plenty. As long as you dote on me, I won’t care who is watching. That is the way of the dragon.”
“…Well, I mean, I will dote on you, but…”
“I will do anything. I will serve you with my front, my back, my hands, or my mouth… If you tell me to fight, I will fight; if you tell me I may kill, I will kill. No matter who the opponent is. It is the same for you, Lady Lyra.”
“…Stop saying stuff like that; you’re far too cute for it. Personally, I think the most effective use of a cute girl is to look at her, kiss her, touch her, and creampie her.”
“…Ehehe. Yes.”
It was a terrible thing to say, even by my own standards. But Maia looked happy. As a pathetic master as I may be, I wanted to make her happy.