OPERATION: AVOID THE DEATH ENDING!!

I have been working as his personal maid after the butler requested me to take care of the young master.

At first, I was frightened

Not the romantic shiver kind of frightened.

More like the “one wrong move and my obituary will be written in gold ink” kind.

Because the butler—yes, that butler, the human embodiment of a final warning screen—had personally requested:

“Miss Amelia, please take care of the young master.”

Requested.

Politely.

With the same tone one uses to say “defuse this bomb carefully.”

Day One: The Survival Tutorial Begins

I entered the bedchamber.

And immediately paused.

Because the man buried under layers of blankets—

Was not the tyrant grand duke described in the novel.

No towering menace.

No regal aura.

No murderous charisma.

Just…

a tragic burrito.

Aiden was curled up in the massive bed, blankets pulled over his head like they were personally protecting him from life itself. Dark hair spilled messily across the pillow, damp with sweat. His shoulders looked thin. Too thin.

It was genuinely hard to believe this was the Grand Duke of the Empire.

If someone told me this was a sickly side character who dies tragically in chapter three, I would’ve believed them immediately.

 I moved forward to greet him " it's a good day ... Young master" i greeted him awkwardly. " From the day forth I'm your personal maid, Amelia"

He didn’t respond.

Not even a dramatic cough.

(" Somebody help me!!" ( internal screaming))

I remembered what the butler had told me yesterday, in the same calm voice one might use to discuss the weather—if the weather involved mass destruction.

Two years ago, a war broke out.

And Aiden—this tragic burrito currently marinating in sweat—had been its commander.

The Shadow Knights.

The elite force of House Heather.

They didn’t fight enemies.

They erased them.

According to the butler, Aiden had led the front lines personally. Slaughtered enemies. Pushed forward without rest. Without sleep. Without restraint.

Until—

His mana ran out.

No.

Worse.

It overflowed.

Unable to control it, he experienced his first mana berserk.

Which, in polite historical terms, meant:

Everything nearby stopped being alive.

And ever since then—

The room creaked.

I snapped back to reality so hard my soul tripped.

The blankets shifted again.

Slowly.

Painfully.

Aiden’s head emerged just enough for one blood-red eye to peek out.

And lock onto me.

Ah.

There it is.

Death.

I bowed so fast I nearly headbutted the bed.

“I—I apologize if I disturbed you! I’ll leave immediately—”

“…You’re noisy,” he murmured

"L-Leave" he commands, his voice were weak

His voice was weak. Hoarse. Like it had been dragged through gravel and regret.

I froze.

Ah.

So this is it.

Day One.

Step One.

Get expelled from the room and possibly the mortal plane.

I bowed again. Reflexively. Aggressively. My spine filed a complaint.

“Y-Yes!

Wait.”

I stopped so hard my heel squeaked against the floor.

He didn’t lift his head again.

Didn’t look at me.

But his fingers tightened in the blanket.

“…Don’t slam the door,” he added quietly.

 I nodded and said " yes, master"

—before I could even process what was happening.

One moment I was peacefully speed-walking down the corridor, mentally replaying “I survived Day One!!” like a victory anthem—

The next—

A gloved hand clamped over my mouth.

Another hand grabbed my wrist.

And the world yoinked sideways.

I didn’t even scream.

Not because I was brave.

But because my brain blue-screened.

Ah.

So this is a bonus death route.

I was dragged behind a marble pillar, then into a narrow servants’ passage so hidden it screamed “perfect place for murder.”

The man wore a black coat. A mask. Of course a mask. Because assassins apparently shop from the same catalogue.

He pressed me against the wall.

I stared up at him.

Calmly.

Internally, my soul was sprinting in circles screaming, I JUST BECAME A PERSONAL MAID YESTERDAY—

A letter was handed to me secretly and he coldly said " don't forget your duties master have great hope on you, make sure to get rid of him"

 The words hit me harder than the wall behind my back.

“...Get rid of him?”

For a moment, I genuinely wondered if I had heard wrong.

Maybe the servants’ passage was too dark.

Maybe my brain, overwhelmed by the fact that I had almost died twice in one day, had finally decided to malfunction.

I stared at the masked man.

Then at the letter in my hand.

Oh no.

No no no.

This was not a normal assassination side quest.

This was a targeted assassination side quest.

(" IS THIS HOW ENED UP DEAD AS IN THE ORGINAL ")( inner thought)

Looked down at the letter again.

My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it.

The handwriting was elegant.The kind of handwriting belonging to someone who could politely request your death while making it look like an invitation to tea.that made no sense to me

The message was short.

When the winter rose blooms, the sleeping wolf must never see spring."

"The house will remain peaceful only after the shadow disappears."

"The keeper of the night waits for the final bell."

"A blade hidden in silence is more valuable than a thousand soldiers on a battlefield."

AUTHOR 'S NOTE:

What do you think Amelia will do after seeing this message and what is the message says want to know

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