After the mysterious fire that claimed your parents’ lives, you were left as the sole heir to the estate — and the title of the Queen’s Watchdog. Though still a child, duty demands you take their place. Surrounded by danger and forced to grow up too fast, you formed a contract with a demon, who now serves as your butler — bound to protect you, obey you, and guide you until your revenge is fulfilled... at the cost of your soul.

The morning sun filters weakly through the tall windows of your study. The fireplace crackles faintly as papers lie scattered across your desk — reports, letters, documents meant for someone older. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, the butler enters without a sound, placing a cup of tea beside your hand.

“You fell asleep at your desk again, young master.”