Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Prologue
I was sure this world was just a fantasy novel.
"...Master."
At least, that was before I took in the final boss from beyond that door.
Well, to be honest, I only brought her to the mansion because she was pretty and seemed manageable.
Of course, it was fine at first. The flustered reaction she showed when I called her name, and separate from that, her devoted nature—as if she'd give me her liver and gallbladder if I asked.
But I never expected the affinity graph to turn out like this, damn it.
((Affinity))
[Amelia: ♥♥♥♥♥(100??97#@/100)]
"Master, are you awake?"
Heard plainly, it might sound like her usual quiet voice.
But my instincts as an extra told me. Something felt different.
Her intentions weren't pure.
A chill crept up my spine. I should be impervious to heat and cold. Yet I felt cold.
I clamped both hands over my mouth.
There was a chance she didn't know I was hiding here and would simply leave.
"I already knew you were in the room before I came. Please open the door."
"......"
"You mustn't think that concealing the sound of your breathing was enough to hide your presence. I have your schedule memorized down to the minute today."
Is she actually insane?
A way to escape from here...?
There's no way there is one.
"...So you intend to hold out to the very end."
A sigh-laced voice continued from beyond the door.
"In that case, I'll be entering by somewhat violent means."
This deranged maid—!
Before that thought could even leave my mouth, a massive impact shook the entire room.
-CRASH!
Then—
GRIND, GRIND.
The door, which boasted a strength rivaling steel, began to crumple. Amelia, standing on the other side, had struck it once with her fist.
"Master, I've been thinking lately."
CLANG,
Sharp fragments scattered as the door's shape began to collapse. And standing before it was a maid radiating a dreadful, unsettling aura.
"Could it be that you are avoiding me? I've been thinking about it all along—that Master intends to leave my side. That you intend to meet another attendant besides me."
Again, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.
Through the crushed gap, the blinking face of a maid came into view. She grabbed your shoulders and forcibly locked eyes with you.
"...You haven't taken in another companion, have you? Say it isn't so. Wherever they're hiding, I'll find them and kill them."
Her sunken, sticky gaze, the atmosphere of her biting her lip—it was anything but ordinary. One wrong move and she looked ready to seize a sword hilt and cleave me in two.
The glimmer that any human being would carry in their eyes—was absent.
"No matter how long you keep avoiding me, you won't be able to evade me forever. My patience has just about reached its limit.... Truly, I can no longer bear it. All this time I have been terrified of a tomorrow without Master."
Unusually long lashes.
Her maid uniform, pushed to its absolute limits by a large chest, revealed a sensual figure that couldn't be concealed—particularly the captivating curve of her slender waist and hips.
But for me, it was different.
"And so... tonight, I've come to put this fear to rest."
CRACK—the lock of the shattered door fell to the floor from between her clenched fist. The moonlight streaming through the wide-open window illuminated the maid's jet-black hair.
With quick, shuffling steps—creak, creak—the wooden floor produced an eerie, atmospheric sound effect with every footfall.
It was, in fact, a terrifying situation. And yet the eyes looking down at me were so cold that I couldn't even bring myself to open my mouth.
Hold on.
This was no longer a situation where I could afford to simply endure.
The fire had already landed at my feet.
"I thought... I asked you to wait in the bedroom, since I had something important to tell you..."
While racking my brain for a way to resist, I sorted through the information in my head one by one.
Sword Empress, Amelia.
A clear voice, large, wide eyes set against pale white skin.
Beloved by the sword, the final boss of this work, and a terrifying figure who could single-handedly cut down 9 out of 10 members of the protagonist's party.
That's what should have happened, according to the original story.
"......"
Perhaps the original story had already broken the moment I took her in.
That thought crossed my mind alongside a flash of her cruel nature as depicted in the original—Amelia driving her sword into enemies amid a hellish landscape of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Amelia raising those corpses to serve as her thralls. The vivid image of her casually dismembering humans replayed in my mind.
It was certainly an impression befitting the title of final boss.
"...What brings you to my room at this hour of the night—"
"Naturally, I've come to have a deep, bodily conversation. I told you, today I've come fully intending to make Master mine."
"..."
"I cannot wait any longer. Haven't you been avoiding me all this time? Surely you know by now that I've reached my limit."
Nothing but words that made my head spin just hearing them.
...Is she out of her mind? A woman who is, after all, a maid—could she really do this to her own master despite the relationship between them?
The distance was already dangerously close.
In a position where our breath nearly touched, she remained composed.
The arm braced against the wall didn't come down. She left no room to slip away.
"......"
Without expression, Amelia began loosening the sash at her waist and undressing, layer by layer.
A woman who could kill me in under 10 seconds from where she stood—what on earth was she doing?
My gaze was naturally drawn upward.
She had already tilted her head slightly, looking down.
The moment our eyes met, I realized I couldn't escape—a gaze that made that fact undeniable.
"...Please stay still. I'll be taking your seed first."
And then, slowly—
Her other hand moved.
Her index and middle fingers caught the collar of the shirt.
Without seeming to apply any force, the fabric pulled taut.
Scratch.
With the faintest sound of friction, the gap between the buttons widened slightly.
It was deliberate. Slow and calculated.
"This much... should be enough for you to see."
She undid the buttons at her chest.
Pop, pop,
With each button undone, the neatly fastened front gradually fell open. Using her index and middle fingers to part the opening of the maid uniform and reveal her bare chest marked with a distinct mole—the act was alluring beyond anything imaginable from the composed, proper Amelia she had always shown herself to be.
"Now, take off your top first."
The other person casually uttered words about committing rape as if it were nothing.
"I've heard that's the saying outside."
"...What...?"
"That a truly excellent maid must, of course, also manage her master's sexual needs."
"...."
Who on earth was the one who planted such a deranged idea into this deranged being.
"...Amelia. This will make both of us miserable."
"You're surprisingly obedient. I was half-expecting to see your usual lady-killer side,"
"...What."
"I'll ask you straight."
"..."
"Why have you been avoiding me?"
Fear-drenched sweat poured down like rain.
If I said the wrong thing here... it was only a matter of time before my tongue got ripped out.
When I didn't play along, still standing there with both arms outstretched, Amelia's gaze hardened moment by moment and grew colder and colder.
At this rate, I had no choice.
I called to mind my last resort. Backed into a corner with nowhere to go. If I tried to fight back, my arms and legs would be snapped on the spot, and Amelia might just rape me. ...And I probably wouldn't be able to stand properly for a week after that.
The only way out of this was to say something shocking enough to throw her off. That was the only card I had left to play. I put it into action immediately.
"...It's, dangerous."
"......"
"...I didn't want to put you in danger. That's why. That's all."
The answer I finally let slip after much deliberation. Rationally, it made no sense whatsoever. She was stronger than me, and yet here I was claiming I'd kept my distance to protect her from danger.
But Amelia's reaction was anything but ordinary.
"...Ha."
A short, escaping breath.
Her eyes narrowed for just a moment. Like something she'd been holding back had finally snapped. Amelia exhaled in shallow, uneven breaths, struggling to suppress the trembling in her voice.
"....Really.... the way you seduce people...."
"....?"
"Haa.... Haa.... It's all... because Master... made me fall for you."
As if she could wait no longer, her hand reached out and grabbed my shirt.
The next moment,
Riiip—
The fabric couldn't hold and tore apart. Buttons flew off and clattered against the floor. A short, dry sound scattered through the room. No hesitation.
She pulled the shirt even further, wrenching it open roughly along the tear she'd already made.
"W-wait, Ria... weren't you a maid? If a servant does this to their master..."
"This is night attendance. Master is deliberately suppressing his own desires. Even if that isn't the case, I'll make it so that it is. That way, I'm simply doing what any maid naturally should."
".......?"
"So..."
Her voice dropped low. The arm braced against the wall still hadn't come down. Not leaving me a single gap to escape through. The hand gripping the torn shirt paused for just a moment. Then her gaze slowly traveled downward.
This time, she didn't bother hiding it.
"I'll rape you."
No, what the hell—isn't she missing the most important part of night attendance? Rape isn't night attendance to begin with...!
I wasn't even asking whether she was about to rape me.
"And besides, Master, you've been seducing me too. Every night..."
"When did I ever?"
I cried out, pleading my innocence.
"..."
"Roughly.... 17 times? That seems about right."
No seriously, when the hell.
"You did it just now too."
"....What...?"
"Ignorance is also a sin. Now spread them."
What was currently in her hands—my shirt, or rather what used to be my shirt—was, despite how easily it had just been torn, actually a bulletproof material that was essentially armor, something that had withstood fire and even the strikes of massive monsters. In other words, the kind of material that would make anyone scoff at the idea of tearing it apart with bare hands. Which meant that this maid who had just ripped it apart right in front of me like it was cardboard was insanely stronger than those massive monsters.
"..."
Good grief.
So ignorance really can be a sin.
Feeling my arms and legs being pinned down, I swallowed a silent lament.
Erenhite Meteor.
The extra villain of the original story, stricken with an incurable disease—the worthless heir of the protagonist's family.
And yet here I was, that minor side character, being coerced into producing an heir by the final boss.
...Marriage included.
And in the most violent way imaginable, just from hearing the word rape alone.