“Help! Save me! There’s a demon!!!”
In the dead of night, a piercing, agonizing scream echoed through the Duke’s Mansion. Under the illumination of a blood moon hanging outside the window, the main residence had been transformed into a literal sea of blood.
“No—no! Young Lady, save me!!!”
“A demon!!!”
Inside the blood-stained room, standing in an easily overlooked corner, a white-haired girl in a nightgown stood frozen. She was the “Young Lady” the victims were crying out to, but in the face of this situation, she was utterly powerless…
Though the girl stood silent, her beautiful face was a mask of terror. Her sapphire-clear eyes trembled and constricted violently, her every blink filled with profound alarm.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to run. Wrapped around her slender calves, which were encased in white silk stockings, were coils of Black Thorns. If she made even the slightest move, they would surely tear her skin and flesh apart.
“What? You all seem to think quite highly of me now!”
Accompanied by a female voice filled with playful laughter, a slender figure gradually emerged from the darkness.
“Didn’t you all hate me so much before? Why are you all kneeling before me now, begging for mercy? It really gives me a headache~”
The owner of the voice stepped slowly into the dim lamplight, revealing her true appearance.
She was a girl who looked to be about the same age as the white-haired girl, dressed in a maid’s uniform. She wasn’t the kind of beauty that made one’s soul depart at first glance, but at first look, you would still see a strikingly beautiful girl in the making.
She had cool, porcelain-white skin and hair as dark as raven feathers. Her features were so exquisite they looked as if they had been drawn with a fine brush—perfect and filled with classical charm.
Yet, a second look would make one’s skin crawl. The curve of her smile and every flutter of her eyelashes seemed to be the result of precise calculation, intended to bewitch, intended to hunt!
Clearly, she was a monster wearing a human skin!
This bloody maid walked through the pools of blood with a satisfied smile.
“Not bad, not bad at all. As expected of the Duke’s Mansion, there are quite a lot of sacrifices. After this one night, I should be able to restore my power~”
“At that time, I shall descend once more and bring color and madness to this world! Hahahaha!!!”
The maid’s hysterical laughter made the girl in the corner tremble even more. She swallowed hard, constantly praying in her heart that she wouldn’t be discovered by this witch—no, this demon!
However, the maid suddenly cut off her laughter. She whipped her head toward the corner, a bright and warm smile fixed on her face.
“Oh~ I almost forgot. My little master is still here~”
“How was it? Was my revenge, my sacrifice, exciting? Miss Ilus~”
Walking over to the girl called Ilus, the maid reached out and brushed a strand of silver-white hair, lifting it to her nose to sniff it for a moment. Her golden eyes were full of mockery.
Only then did the girl realize that the other party hadn’t just noticed her. Rather, the appetizers were finished, and it was time for her to be enjoyed as the most delicious main course!
*Snap!*
The maid snapped her fingers, and the thorns on Ilus’s legs retreated. Perhaps because of fear, or perhaps because she had been standing for too long, Ilus slumped directly onto the ground.
Seeing this, the little maid frowned in dissatisfaction, but then she seemed to think of something as a smile spread across her face.
“My master~ Do you want to live?”
“I do…”
“Fine. If you want to live, then kneel for me. I’ve never seen a master kneel to someone else before~”
Hearing her request, Ilus, who had just started to stand up, hesitated for a moment. The other girl was her servant; the reversal of status was too great.
But just as she instinctively tried to step back, she stepped on a corpse. Losing her balance, she fell hard onto her knees.
“Haha, not bad, not bad. What a good girl, Master.”
“Iliana, you—”
Ilus still seemed unwilling.
Iliana patted the girl’s cheek. Her pupils slowly transformed into vertical slits, and the demonic aura on her face grew even stronger, causing Ilus’s words to die in her throat.
Her knees sank into the viscous pools of blood. The cold liquid soaked through the thin fabric of her nightgown, bringing a bone-chilling cold.
The girl tried to lift herself up slightly, but Iliana’s toe lightly pressed down on her shoulder. The force wasn’t great, but it carried an irresistible pressure.
“Who gave you permission to move, my dear Master?~”
Iliana leaned down, her breath, smelling of blood, brushing past Ilus’s nose.
She raised a blood-stained finger, slowly and methodically tracing Ilus’s trembling lips, leaving a damp, dark red trail.
“I’ve grown used to seeing your usual high-and-mighty appearance…”
Iliana’s finger slid down the girl’s jaw, tracing the slender curve of her neck before stopping at her delicate collarbone.
“But I still think this terrified and submissive look suits you much better…”
Ilus held her breath. She could feel the sensation of the other’s nails lightly scratching her skin. It was an extremely dangerous and invasive touch.
“Please… I beg you…”
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
“Beg me for what?”
Iliana tilted her head.
“Be more specific, Master. Are you begging me to spare your life~ or begging me to…”
Her other hand suddenly gripped the back of Ilus’s neck, forcing her to tilt her face up…
Her silk-clad legs trembled slightly in the pool of blood, forming a sharp contrast with the pale, bare ankles visible beneath the maid’s skirt. Iliana stood barefoot in the blood, yet she was as composed as if she were standing in the middle of a ballroom.
“…begging me to let you die a bit more comfortably~”
Iliana finished the sentence, her thumb rubbing against the rapidly pulsing vein on the side of Ilus’s neck. If she pressed just a little harder, her master would collapse into her arms like a puppet with its strings cut.
The faint fragrance of the girl lingered around her nose. Iliana seemed to have thought of something fun, as a mischievous smile played on her lips.
Her hand slid to the neckline of Ilus’s nightgown, pinching the thin ribbon and pulling it slowly.
“I’m so curious~ If I give this a little tug, what kind of expression will the noble you make?~”
*Riiip…*
It wasn’t that the ribbon broke or came undone; rather, Iliana had used her nails to slice through the edge of the collar. The fabric tore open, revealing the fair skin beneath and the shallow shadow below her collarbone.
A night wind blew in, and Ilus sucked in a sharp breath, not daring to move an inch.
“Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Iliana praised her, her thumb rubbing and slowly wandering along the texture of the skin.
“Such a delicate body, it’ll leave a mark with just a touch, right?~”
She suddenly pressed down hard, causing Ilus to let out a groan of pain. Sure enough, a red mark quickly bloomed on that spot, looking exceptionally striking against the pale background.
“Look, Master, you have my mark on you now.”
Iliana chuckled, her voice carrying a sort of twisted satisfaction.
“No…”
Ilus instinctively tried to wrap her arms around herself, but her wrists were easily seized by Iliana and pinned behind her back.
“Shh.”
The maid’s lips were almost touching her neck.
“Don’t disturb my mood for enjoying a delicious meal~”
Iliana’s gaze was like a cold snake, slowly wandering over every inch of exposed skin. Her free hand moved to Ilus’s waist, her palm warm, forming a bizarre contrast with the coldness of the environment.
“Mmm~ Top-quality ingredients~”
She murmured, her thumb pressing into the soft indentation below the ribs. Feeling the violent trembling of the skin beneath her palm, she let out a light laugh.
Her fingers slid upward along the waistline, circling around the curves, and finally stopped right above the spot where the heart was beating most violently, tracing slow circles.
“The taste of fear… and the scent of purity.”
She evaluated it like she was tasting a fine delicacy, extending the tip of her tongue to lightly lick the side of Ilus’s neck.
The wet, cold sensation made Ilus scream out, her body jerking violently.
“Such a cute reaction, but I’m starting to lose my patience~”
In her hand, a slender dining knife appeared out of nowhere. It was made of silver, and the handle was engraved with the Crest of the Duke’s Mansion.
It was the very one Ilus used for her meals.
“Wouldn’t it be quite fitting to end things with your own utensils?”
Iliana leaned down, using the tip of the knife to tilt Ilus’s chin up, forcing the terrified girl to look at her.
She pinched her skirt and gave Ilus a bow using noble etiquette before smiling.
Ilus’s terror deepened by several degrees because that bow was the Sacrifice Rite that nobles performed for livestock about to be slaughtered!
“Time to eat~”
Before Ilus could even react, a cold light plunged into her snowy chest, and the scene came to an abrupt halt…
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“Aah!!!”
The girl jolted upright in bed. Still shaken, she looked around, her chest heaving heavily.
‘So it was just a dream. Thank goodness it was just a dream…’
She was originally a young man from Blue Star who should have had a bright future, but for some reason, he had ended up transmigrating into this cursed game.
It had been a few days since she arrived here. Now, what she needed to worry about wasn’t employment or social competition, but how to survive the hands of her demon maid.
In order to restore her power, that woman would kill her on the night of her 20th birthday! Before then, she either had to get rid of her or escape.
Ilus sighed. Just as she was about to pull up the covers to rest, a question suddenly drifted into her ear.
“Young Lady, are you alright?”
Ilus turned her head, and her heart skipped a beat. Guided by the bright moonlight, a pair of golden eyes was watching her from the side…
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