LOGINIn contrast to everything else, Smith was practically brimming with joy as he made his way to the chair in front of Victor, his steps heavy with enthusiasm. The moment his eyes landed on the plate of cookies, they lit up instantly, a greedy delight flickering across his face. Without hesitation, he grabbed one before even offering a greeting, only turning to Victor after taking a bite."My apologies, my apologies for being late, young master Victor!" Smith said brightly, crumbs clinging to his lips as he spoke through his chewing. "I truly did try to make the earliest trip to the Duchy, but the journey took longer than expected. I hope my tardiness hasn't displeased you."Victor's gaze shifted away from Jane, settling into nothingness. Those blue eyes, though striking, held no focus, seeing nothing beyond the vague contrast of light and shadow."Is that so," Victor replied, his tone dull, almost dismissive but it did nothing to dampen Smith's mood who had thought he struck gold today.
Stanley had sent a total of sixteen maids into Victor's room, all of them eventually killed as Victor was used to having people who was after his room. So when Stanley first bought Jane, it was a whim and also an experiment. He wanted to see if Jane who they said bear a curse would somehow survive Victor and oddly, she did. This should be good... but it left Stanley confused. For all he knew, everyone who entered Victor's room at night was never spared but oddly by the morning Stanley woke up to get rid of her body, he found Victor sitting on his bed with a smirk on his lips as he pointed his finger lazily on the floor. "A wrong maid entered my room at night, screamed, and fainted." It was a simple statement but it felt too strange when it came from Victor's own mouth.So Stanley kept a watch on the girl, wondering whether she had done something that others couldn't but so far, Stanley couldn't notice anything different from her than the other maids that he sent before, leaving hi
Victor's blue eyes settled on her and a shudder unwelcomely shook her body. Jane knew that the man couldn't see, at least that's what they have told her, but his eyes seemed to be staring at her neck when his lips curled.Death.Jane had always been close to a brush of death.The first time was when she fell off a cliff during the time she was gathering for herbs. The second time was when she saw that man raised his hand which was holding the shovel.Two times weren't a lot but when it comes to brushing close against death, it was more than enough practice for her to be more aware of danger better than others.And this time, she could feel it, a strong sense of death impending, like a shadow looming on her."Hic."A small hiccup slipped from her mouth.Hiccups were always her biggest weakness. Every time she felt fear, this reaction always comes out from her. It had came to the point that it became an obvious weakness for people who wanted to take advantage of her fear, just like now
Jane rushed to the top of the staircase, her black loafers making a dull sound as she huffed, finally reaching the highest floor which took more time than she thought it would. A part of her even regretted looking too amazed at the mansion. What will that blind man do to her if she's late? Jane gulped dryly. The severed head... she couldn't bring herself to ask Wren about it but seeing that she was at ease speaking about the young master, Victor Mildred, she wondered if his murders were ever known by the outside world. The butler, on the other hand, seemed to know. As she walked closer to the attic, fear caught her heart, making her nervous. Her heart had thumped so loudly she could almost feel it about to jump from her stomach, leaving her nauseous. "Ah!" A sudden voice slipped but it didn't came from her. Jane's head lifted swiftly to the door at the end of the hallway. She could hear more moans coming from the room, sounding like a cry. And the voice was unmistakably a wom
"Anyway, I heard that you're going to be taking care of the young master from now on," Wren continued and Jane furrowed her eyebrows at the news. She knew she would have to do business to stay in this mansion, even though she doesn't want to stay, but she couldn't willfully dispose herself from working. In return for that, she felt that this family wouldn't just allow her to leave. "Can I ask... something Wren?" She hesitated before she started but Wren seemed to be more than willing to answer any question she might have. Taking the chance, she continued, "What... kind of family are we working in?" She knew it came as a weird question and Wren acted the way she expected with eyebrows furrowed and her neck tilted to one side of her shoulders as if she was confused how Jane couldn't tell where they were working in. "I didn't really hear much since I came from the countryside," she hoped her words would make Wren less suspicious and taking a glance at Wren's face who seemed to look c
"How was it, Stanley?"The voice came from a woman in her late thirties, her beauty accentuated by the golden jewelry adorning her and her hair styled into a high, elegant updo. Her eyes rested on the butler who had just returned after pushing Jane into the monster's lair, now standing once more before the lady of the house, the second wife of his master, Lady Piper."She's entered his room," Stanley answered. "The young master should be... enjoying her by now.""Hmph." Lady Piper clicked her tongue softly. "We'll see if she can even survive the first day with him. But tell me, are you certain she's the obedient type?""From what I observed," Stanley replied, "she seems to understand how to survive. If given an order, I believe she'll follow it well. The seller also claimed she was the quietest among the girls he had kidnapped.""Hopefully he wasn't lying," Piper said. Though her expression remained composed, her knee betrayed her, swaying up and down in quiet impatience. "We can't af







