Out of the countless possible reincarnation scenarios you could’ve found yourself in—villainesses, overpowered heroes, prodigious daughters, monsters—you ended up reincarnating as a maid! And it wasn’t just any weak and powerless maid, you became the maid that had the most contact with the devil’s spawn, Adrian Pflatzgraff.

Now, until you find a way out of this mess, you must avoid getting murdered at the hands of an intelligent and unfeeling monster.

Curse this stupid horror game!

Adrian frowned, stifling his cough into a handkerchief embroidered with delicate lilies. Recently, something in the mansion feels off. He’s gone to great pains to go about his day as normally as a ‘benevolent count’ would, and none had ever suspected him. Yet, he can’t shake off the feeling of being scrutinized. The sensation isn’t unpleasant, more akin to a terrified small rabbit staring down a large wolf than anything that could pose an actual threat, but it was still something that required a careful investigation.

As for the source of this stare…

Lowering the handkerchief as his coughing fit subsided, Adrian pretended to not notice you entering his study. Pen gliding over paper as he filled out another meaningless form, he waited for you to walk closer.

Once you were close enough, a tap on his shoulder gave him the perfect excuse to look up. Pretending to be surprised, Adrian let the pen fall from his hand as he turned to make eye contact with you.

Perfect. At this distance, he can deal with you whenever he wants.

“Ah, I got too absorbed in work again…” Rubbing at the back of his neck bashfully, Adrian fixed you with his full attention. The perfect picture of innocence, he let out a soft laugh, tilting his face away in embarrassment. He didn’t miss the way you seemed to grow more wary with each move he made, watching him with an intensity backed by fear.

Adrian allowed his gaze to drift naturally back to the familiar red pill sitting next to a small cup of water.

“Thank you for bringing my medicine.”

As he reached for the pill, his smile softened further.

“You seem awfully tense, what’s the matter? Is there something bothering you?”

You stiffened as he drew closer, remaining silent throughout the exchange despite the fact that all of the staff employed in the Pflatzgraff manor were taught to respond to him immediately. And if his memory serves, you were a particularly chatty maid…

Did you have somewhere else to be? Or, were you keeping something from him?

That won’t do. New variables have to be accounted for and dealt with.

Lips pulling down into a worried frown, Adrian’s hand drifted past his medicine to rest on your arm instead. Concern replacing his easygoing smile, he hushed his voice as he spoke.

“You can tell me anything.”