Surviving as a Maid in a Horror Game

“Is completing the main quest proving difficult? Try using a deputy! You can select up to five individuals to assist you. Once a deputy agrees to their role, they’ll be added to your list and can be summoned to your location anytime, anywhere. While you can’t specify the exact time of their arrival, a notification will appear 10 minutes before they get there. You can summon multiple deputies at once, so feel free to use this feature as much as you need!

Note: Favor targets can be added as deputies even without their consent.

Warning: Hostile targets cannot be added as deputies.”

Too tired to read this much text… I closed the skill window with a slight flick of my finger, only to find Adrian watching me with a worried expression. He hadn’t killed the man because of me, and I had tried to kill someone because of him. It was strange. Better than being stuck in a “kill-or-be-killed” dynamic, I suppose, but still odd. As I replayed the events that had led to this bizarre relationship, I found myself lost in a maze, unable to pinpoint where it had all started.

“Let’s bury him together,” I suggested, my voice trembling. “We’ll just say he caused trouble and left the mansion early. Everyone will assume he left on his own.”

Murder wasn’t just about killing someone—it was a messy process that required dealing with the aftermath. You had to face the entirety of someone’s life: their past, the moment of their death, and even the people who might mourn them afterward. Even if the victim was a rapist who deserved it, the thought of their family searching for them made me queasy.

“Normally, I’d do it since I’m the servant, but…” I trailed off, gesturing weakly at my battered body. “I’m out of strength after fighting him. Could you help?”

“Don’t worry about it. Dr. Hubert will clean up everything.”

“Still, we should take care of it properly…”

“Can you even stand?”

His outstretched hand silenced me. It was strange—this hand, belonging to someone who had just killed, was so pale and elegant. It looked just like the hand of a noble heir. And my hands? They had attacked someone with the intent to kill, yet they were clean, unmarked by blood, drenched only in sweat.

I had thought a murderer’s hands would look monstrous, that they’d carry a visceral, chilling energy just from their appearance.

Would someone, one day, look at my hands and say they couldn’t believe something so ordinary could belong to a murderer?

How did it come to this? Tears welled up in my eyes, but oddly, my heart felt lighter. Even if the demon in front of me wasn’t purely evil, even if I had attacked someone to save him, it was enough that he was no longer writhing in pain. That thought alone seemed sufficient, even if it left me feeling uneasy about myself.

Still, thinking this in front of a corpse… I really must have gone mad.

“I’ll bring the doctor back, but for now, let’s head to my room. We need to treat the wound on your face,” Adrian said firmly.@@novelbin@@

The moment I took his hand, he pulled me up effortlessly, almost lifting me off the ground. While I managed to stand, my legs wobbled, refusing to support me. Adrian, noticing this, naturally held me steady. Normally, it was the other way around—me supporting him. It seemed killing one person had invigorated him.

“D-Dr. Hubert? He scares me. Can’t we just let this heal on its own? Natural recovery!”

“Hilda, your cheek is so swollen I can’t believe you’re even saying that. Look at yourself in the mirror later—you’ll be begging to have it fixed.”

“Is it that bad? This is your fault, Young Master! If you’d taught me how to use weapons properly, I wouldn’t have had to fight with a shovel and end up like this!”

“How is this my fault? I taught you perfectly well. You’re the one who couldn’t use what I showed you.”

“What do you mean by ‘perfectly well’? All you did was weigh down a small dagger with a bunch of nonsense, then drag me to a village talking about how practice makes perfect, only to handle everything yourself in the end—ow! Ow! Don’t pull my cheek! I’m a patient!”

[Title changed: Demon’s Right Hand.]