I became a maid in a horror game.
And, here in this mansion, I was confined together with the male lead, who’s trying to escape. My role here was to guide him around the mansion and to give him penalties once in a while.
I just need to fulfill my NPC duties until the male lead’s playthrough is over.... more>>

“Once I get out, I’ll have you locked up the same way.”

This male lead was kicking up quite the racket though.

So I decided to help him escape as soon as possible.

“Let’s eat, Dietrich.”
“That’s a potion. It’ll get you healed up right away.”
“The escape hint is right over there…”

I stuffed him well enough so he had enough energy for the next part of the game.
I gave him a potion to use in case he got hurt.
I also gave him some hints to solve the problem.

Then, we can get out now, right?

However.

“Not sure. I don’t know the answer.”

Look here, smart guy. What exactly do you mean by that?

…The male lead doesn’t want to leave the mansion.

“If you’re not leaving, then I will!”

I shouted in a fit of anger. At the thought of having to keep looking at this hateful guy’s face, I was justifiably annoyed.

“Is this truly the kind of place that you can get out of?”

As he said this, the look in his eyes darkened sharply.

“Just so we’re clear, I have absolutely no intention of getting out of here.”
“What?”
“And you’re not leaving either.”

How the hell did it come to this? <<less

I possessed the body of a maid, that too, the secret lover of the devilish duke! ... more>>

It was terribly funny, since Ashlyn was the late Imperial Princess of the empire who’d died at his hands!

“Princess Ashlyn Brittania, I’ve brought you your cup of poison.”

The face of that devil as he was telling me to die still remained fresh in my memory.

“My lovely Ashie, whom I adore and respect, your servant is here at last.”

Who was this man who whispered love into her ears with a sweet face? Ashlyn couldn’t stand being the lover of the man who killed her. Perhaps it was her last sense of pride as an Imperial Princess who once dreamt of ascending the throne.

Can Ashlyn escape safely from the beastly man who was strangely obsessed with this maid? What could a maid really do? And...was everything Ashlyn believed in, true? <<less

I was born into a dark, bloody novel filled with gore and ruin.... more>>

Of all people, I became the wife of the male lead known as the "Mad Duke", an extra who dies by the heroine's hand!

But when I actually met the male lead in his childhood…

He’s surprisingly normal…?

No, actually, he’s so pitiful that it makes you feel sorry for him?

“Did you know that you and I got married today?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Do you know what marriage is?”

“Uh-huh. Wearing p-pretty clothes.”

In that moment, she realized: If I just raise this lacking kid well enough to not go crazy, I’ll survive, right?

So, she worked tirelessly, enduring all kinds of hardship to raise him properly for the sake of her own survival.

But the problem was… she raised him too well, and now he has no intention of letting her go!

As the day the original story is set to begin draws closer, she decides to elope in the dead of night with a fake lover…

“You’re the one who saved me, raised me, Liri. You have to take responsibility.”

Where on earth is the heroine while he’s chasing after me…?

I really thought I raised him right…? <<less

I reincarnated into a novel that I’d read in my past life.... more>>

I’m destined to be the fiancé of the villain in the not-too-distant future, but that’s… Doesn’t it depend on how I live?

“My ideal type is 190 centimeters tall, handsome, rich and doesn’t get fat when he gets older!”

And then I saved the life of the young male protagonist before I even started looking for him?

My plan to have a smooth, carefree life has been ruined ever since!

“I’m sorry, but Ariel said ‘I can’t take my eyes off the prettiest and handsomest people in the world.’ ”

“What? Me?”

“I’m – I’m sorry, I’ve been very rude. Please forget my proposal!”

“Wait! No! Please Wait!”

As he watched me feel increasingly guilty towards him, a supposedly broken-hearted person, he raised the corner of his mouth. <<less

PLOT... more>>

I accidentally used the one and only artifact that makes someone fall in love unconditionally.

And I used it on none other than the Crown Prince — the most handsome man on the continent, known for his flawless manners and often called everyone's first love — who also knows my secret.

But I have no intention whatsoever of giving up this life I barely managed to obtain through regression.

My goal is simple: to coax this man well and safely live out my life as the first female duke!

Sigh… it’s all over.

The man who no longer yearns for my love gave a chilling smile.

"What do you think I want?"

"I deceived you, used you, and I’m a high treason criminal who even caused your parents’ deaths. I know. I understand your feelings. So if you want my wealth, I’ll give it to you. If you want to control the duchy, do it. Just… please don’t kill me."

"As if I could ever kill someone as lovely as you."

A thick scent of cigars hung low in the room.

"I’m pretty sure I already told you."

As always, his voice was gentle and polite, yet forceful and impossible to resist, flowing into my ears like velvet wrapped in steel.

"If you act pretty, I’ll treat you prettily."

He set down his teaspoon and leaned his chin on his hand, reaching toward me.

His hand swept down the back of my neck with an icy sharpness that burned like fire.

"But what should I do... you're already this pretty even when you're just sitting still."

Yet… that look in his eyes doesn't seem loving at all…? <<less

Ever since the incident at the party, everything had changed.... more>>

“Where is your mother’s tiara?”

Instead of being relieved that I had woken up safely, my family questioned me about the whereabouts of a family heirloom—accusing me of something I hadn’t done.

“You think I took it? I didn’t!”

“So, you remember nothing.”

Everyone said something was wrong with my head. My family. Even those I used to be close with.

My lover—no, the person who had been my lover—looked at me with disgust, insisting we had never dated.

Am I really the strange one?

Am I the one imagining things?

No. There’s nothing wrong with me.

Something is wrong with this world.

This… isn’t the world I used to know.

Everything is different. Everyone is different. Even the relationships I once held dear have twisted into something unrecognizable.

“Like the other day. Seems the brother you’re hoping for only exists in your dreams.”

“What exactly did you and my brother do in there? All alone, so secretly…”

“I don’t know why so many pests keep crawling around the young lady.”

Can I ever return to the place where I truly belong? <<less

Elisha Shooter, the young female admiral who turned the Sepian Navy—once hopelessly trampled by pirates—into a ghost fleet feared by those very pirates.... more>>

One day, she receives a bolt-from-the-blue royal decree.

She is to marry Adrian Oberon, the sole heir of the House of Oberon.

Unwilling to lose a capable naval admiral, the Queen of Sepia, upon hearing that King Schultz Tugrahan of a neighboring kingdom wishes to form a political marriage with Elisha Shooter, puts forth Adrian as a fake fiancé instead...

"I won’t stand to be humiliated because of some bastard, so don’t you dare look at me with those filthy eyes again."

And yet, marrying Adrian Oberon, her bitter rival who despised her so intensely?

They had always competed, but he always took first place. He was the one who arrogantly flaunted what it meant to be a truly superior noble!

She wanted to disobey this order for the first time ever, but Schultz Tugrahan was already crossing two borders to confirm the engagement’s authenticity.

"Adrian of Oberon formally proposes to Elisha Shooter. Will you accept my proposal?"

Adrian Oberon proposes with a handsome smile, as if he’s forgotten all their past clashes.

"Did you receive my gift? I won’t hold back in supporting the navy. I wish to see the blueprint you envision."

Between the young King Schultz Tugrahan, who promises Elisha the Queen’s throne, and Adrian Oberon, who kneels with a proposal ring, will she be able to pull off this fraudulent marriage?

***

"Adrian of Oberon formally proposes to Elisha Shooter. Will you accept my proposal?"

Before his knee could touch the ground, Elisha threw the ring he offered into the sea.

"Get out of my sight. Right now." <<less

“Is it finally my turn…?”... more>>

I was so excited, thinking I had been transported into a romance fantasy novel.

But of all things, I ended up inside a novel that the author abandoned.

And it’s just my luck that the world went to hell the very next day.

All I was left with was a (damn) sturdy mansion and the (damn) female lead’s diary.

“Meow!”

The only comfort I had was picking up a stray cat.

…Oh, and also a half-dead villain. Whoops.

“Do you need a butler?”

“No.”

“What about a chef?”

“Hmm.”

“Won’t you get lonely living here by yourself? Hire me, and every night, I’ll…”

“Hired! Start tomorrow.”

Even during an apocalypse, a handsome man is never a bad idea.

***

“Enough with the nonsense.”

I let out a sigh.

I really shouldn’t have saved this “divine apostle” or whatever he called himself. He looked like a wild boar.

“Mari… was it? You are the last woman on earth. Together, we shall rebuild civili— GAHK!”

The wild boar let out one final shriek before crumpling to the ground.

A perfectly polished silver knife was lodged right in the center of his forehead.

“Oh, sorry. What was that? I couldn’t hear you over your hideous face.”

Killian smiled charmingly, his crimson eyes gleaming.

He hunched over, wearing a frilly lace apron

as he carved an apple into bunny slices just for me. <<less