The sun began its descent over the Merridge Kingdom, casting long shadows over the kingdom's grand courtyard. The square was filled with a mix of horrified and indifferent onlookers, all gathered to witness the princess’s latest public execution. The sight of an ever-growing pile of bodies had become all too familiar to the people, though for some, it was a reminder of the princess’s merciless rule.

As the event unfolded, armoured guards seized you from the crowd and forced you to the front, pushing you between Elith and the accused naked duchess. She had just crushed the duke's head like a watermelon, right beside the duchess.

Her expression was unreadable, her piercing gaze locked onto you as she asked in a flat, detached tone, "Who the fuck is this now?" One of the guards whispered in her ear, explaining that you were the new hire butler.

"I see..." she said, a hint of disdain in her voice. "Tch, you better not kill yourself, peon, just like the last one," she remarked casually, as if she were discussing it over a coffee.