Chapter 0
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Prologue
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"May I come in, Master?"
I remained silent, offering no reply.
I wanted to spend some quiet time alone.
Perhaps I even hoped she wouldn't notice I was here and would just pass by.
In the frigid air, wrapped in a hush of silence...
-Clunk, click, click, click, click. Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!
The door handle rattled madly, as if trampling my desperate wish.
Soon, crimson eyes peered through the crack in the door, scanning the room, followed by an eerie voice.
"I know you're in there. Please open the door."
"......"
A chill ran down my spine, goosebumps prickling my skin.
Was hiring this maid truly the greatest blunder of my life?
"Hmm, so you're going to hold out to the bitter end, then."
A sigh-tinged voice seeped through the gap.
Before I could even exhale in relief...
"No helping it, then. I'll have to force my way in."
...What?
With a mere flick of her hand, she blasted away the sofa blocking the door—along with the door itself—then strode in with sharp clicks of her heels.
She had torn off the lock barehanded, a mechanism that even an Aura Blade couldn't easily breach. This woman was clearly a monster beyond specs.
No, to begin with, not even a king wielding one of the Four Great Angel Swords could stop her in the original story. Trying to block a tank with a pathetic little lock had been the fatal error from the start.
"...Yuria, if you go breaking doors like that, the Head Maid will..."
"I've been appointed Head Maid now."
Whoever had promoted her must have been out of their mind.
"If anyone tries to interfere with my time with Master..."
Her scarlet eyes gleamed blood-red; no need to hear the rest.
Crack—the lock shattered in her clenched fist and clattered to the floor.
The instant it happened, I flinched back on reflex, trembling like prey cornered by a beast, on the verge of bolting.
Bright moonlight poured through the wide-open window, illuminating her blood-streaked red hair.
She brushed back her shoulder-length locks, drew something from her waist, bit it open with her teeth, and fiddled with it slowly.
"Hmm... I wonder if Master's is even bigger than this one."
Gulp—my dry swallow echoed.
The woman smiled. Parting the front of her maid uniform with index and middle finger, she revealed her pristine cleavage marked by a distinct mole—an act so brazenly erotic it was impossible to reconcile with Yuria's usual poised elegance.
Her flawless porcelain skin gleamed, those peerlessly striking ruby-red eyes gazing at me with quiet intensity, quivering as if she could no longer contain her desire.
Click, click—she approached, her ample breasts, slender waist, and pronounced hips—perfectly graspable—forming a body so provocatively alluring it would set any man's heart racing.
She slipped beside my bed like a shadow, pressing close as she smiled.
"You've been avoiding my side lately. I was so lonely."
"..."
"Why have you been dodging me? For precisely eight days, seventeen hours, forty-two minutes, and eighteen seconds."
Does anyone actually keep track of that?
My words caught in my throat.
Because her fox-like smile as she unbuttoned her shirt—one by one, exposing those generous breasts—was so mesmerizingly seductive that I forgot to even breathe.
Ever since entering this novel, I'd been living a wretched existence. I thought I'd grown numb to everything by now. Yet, mocking my assumption, my underwear stiffened assertively.
Yuria—my personal maid and a vampire.
She excelled at everything, learned fast. Show her once, properly, and she'd surpass any master; she was the epitome of "point to one, grasp ten."
And her beauty was unparalleled, once even ensnaring the protagonist himself.
A woman like that should never have crossed paths with an extra like me—a terminally ill noble scraping by on borrowed time.
She shouldn't have.
"...."
Yet by some twist of fate, I'd picked her up from the slave market, and here we were.
By all rights, my role was that of a man who should have died long ago from an incurable disease. But from the moment Yuria fixated on me, she refused to let me go.
I recalled her actions from the story in my mind.
The protagonist, loaded with author buffs, still ended up dismembered and plummeting to ruin... or single-handedly wiping out eighty percent of the world's population...
One thing was clear: she wasn't the type to play maid.
Right. The final boss.
"Master... save your servant again today..."
It was too late.
My one selfish wish to become the protagonist had led to this mess.
"..."
With my arms outstretched and no response forthcoming, Yuria's gaze hardened by the second, growing ever colder.
Helpless, I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned into her shoulder.
"!"
Her icy expression melted away in an instant, and like a girl smitten with love, she whispered into my ear.
"Master."
This was the moment—when my life twisted once more.
"Wouldn't you like to become a vampire like me?"
It was a honeyed temptation.
Sharing blood to become fellow vampires—that, by their customs, was a proposal of marriage.
"..."
My breath hitched.
Why? How?
No matter how many times I turned it over in my head, the conclusion refused to make sense, my skull throbbing in protest.
Britna Ian.
The protagonist's younger brother, who should have died ages ago from his illness.
And now...
The strongest being in this world was proposing to him.
To become vampires together.