Chapter 0: Prologue

“May I come in, Master?”

I remained silent, not responding.

I wanted to spend this time alone in peace.

I hoped that she would pass by, not noticing I was here.

In the cold air, a quiet silence hung heavy.

-Clunk, click, click, click, click. Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!

As if to trample on that earnest wish, the doorknob rattled frantically.

Soon, red eyes peered through the crack in the door, and an eerie voice flowed out.

“I know you’re in the room. Please open the door.”

A chill ran down my spine.

Really, was hiring that maid the mistake of a lifetime?

“Hmph, so you’re going to resist until the end.”

A voice mixed with a sigh seeped through the crack in the door.

Before I could even breathe a sigh of relief.

“I have no choice, I’ll have to enter by force.”

…What.

With a simple gesture, she blew away the door, along with the sofa blocking it, and then walked in with a tap, tap, tap.

This woman, who had just broken through a lock that not even an Aura Blade could easily breach, with her bare hands, was clearly a powerhouse beyond standards.

No, from the start, whether it was the Four Archangels or a king of a nation, none could stop her in the original story. Was the very idea of trying to stop an anti-tank weapon with a lowly lock the cause of my defeat?

“…Yuria, if you break the door so carelessly, the head maid will…”

“I have now been appointed as the head maid.”

I don’t know which sucker appointed her, but they must be one blind bastard.

“If there is anyone who obstructs my meeting with you, Master…”

The crimson eyes gleamed, making it unnecessary to say the rest of the sentence.

Crack, the shattered lock of the door fell to the floor from between her clenched fists.

At that moment, I flinched and automatically stepped back, trembling like prey facing a beast, ready to flee.

The bright moonlight coming through the wide-open window illuminated the maid’s blood-soaked red hair.

She pushed back her shoulder-length hair, took something out from her waist, tore it open with her mouth, and slowly fiddled with it.

“Hmm… I wonder if Master’s is bigger than this, I don’t know.”

A gulp of dry saliva.

The woman smiled. The act of slightly revealing the front of her maid uniform with her index and middle fingers, showing her bare breasts with a distinct mark, was so sensual that it was unimaginable that this was the same Yuria who usually showed such discipline.

Moreover, her ruby-like red eyes, which exuded an intense beauty against her flawless, fair skin, trembled as if unable to contain her desire, staring at me silently.

Tap, tap, she walked closer, and the sight of her large breasts, slender waist, and prominent hips, perfect for grabbing, was enough to make any man’s heart race.

As if collapsing, she slid close to my bedside, smiling.

“I’ve been lonely because you haven’t been by my side lately.”

…

“Why did you avoid me? For a full 8 days, 17 hours, 42 minutes, and 18 seconds, no less.”

Does she usually remember all of that?

My mouth was shut tight.

Because the sight of her fox-like smile as she unbuttoned the shirt covering her large breasts one by one was so alluring that I inadvertently forgot to breathe.

Since entering this novel, I’ve lived a harsh life. I thought I would be indifferent to such a situation now. However, as if mocking that expectation, my underwear was stiffly asserting its presence.

My exclusive maid and a vampire, Yuria.

She is good at everything and learns well. Whatever you teach her, if you show her a proper demonstration once, she will surpass the expert, embodying the saying that if you teach her one, she knows ten.

Not only that, but her appearance is also outstanding, having once captivated even the protagonist.

She was a woman who wouldn’t even cross paths with an extra like me, a noble living on borrowed time.

That should be the case.

As if by a trick of fate, I took Yuria in from a slave trader, and this is how it turned out.

Originally, my role was to have died from an incurable disease long ago. But from the moment Yuria became obsessed with me, she wouldn’t allow my death.

I recalled her actions in the story that I had seen in my head.

The protagonist, even with the author’s buffs, had his limbs cut off and fell into the abyss, or single-handedly slaughtered 80% of the world’s population…

One thing is for sure, she is not a person who should be working as a mere maid here.

Yes. She is the final boss.

“Master… please save me again today…”

It was all too late.

The desire to become the protagonist once has led to the current situation.

“I…”

When I didn’t respond to her outstretched arms, Yuria’s gaze gradually hardened and became colder.

I had no choice but to put my arm around her waist and lean on her shoulder.

“!”

Her cold expression melted away at that moment, and she whispered in my ear like a girl in love.

“Master.”

This was it. The moment my life changed once again.

“Would you like to become a vampire like me?”

It was a sweet temptation.

To share blood and become a vampire like her meant, according to their customs, a proposal of marriage.

…

I felt like my breath had stopped.

Why, just why.

No matter how many times I repeated it, my head throbbed with a conclusion that my mind couldn’t comprehend.

Britna Ian.

The protagonist’s younger brother, who should have died long ago from an incurable disease.

Such a person is now.

Being proposed to by the strongest being in the world.

And to become a vampire together, no less.