Chapitre 93: Grape

My name is Tessa, and I've found myself in the peculiar position of being the exclusive maid to one of the most notorious creatures in the Crimson General's household. Most maids wouldn't dare take this job, not because the general himself is a tyrant—no, he's actually quite fair—but because of what the job entails. But to me? The pay is great, and considering I used to work as a seamstress servant with dreadful hours and even worse compensation, this is practically a dream job. Or at least, it should be.

See, three years ago, when I worked for the general, all was well. As long as you didn't cross him or mess with his things, you were fine. Back then, the job was just simple housework—cleaning, running errands, polishing armor, that sort of thing. But things changed. Especially when he arrived.