Surviving As The Villainess's Attendant

"Ever thought about becoming a thief?"

That was the first thing the Phantom Thief said to me after I stepped out of the boss room.

I’d expected a lot of things.

An ambush, maybe. Some sort of trick to snatch the relics I just got.

But a job offer?

That caught me off guard.

I blinked at him, stunned, and found him grinning—wide, eager, like a man who’d just spotted the deal of a lifetime.

He wasn’t joking.

’He’s serious.’

"Why are you asking me that?" I asked cautiously.

He leaned in slightly, voice low but electric with excitement. "Because you’re perfect. I’ve never seen anyone like you. No weapons, no spells, no backup. You walked into that death pit, talked to the Grave King, and walked out with treasures. That’s not bravery. That’s talent. Cunning. You’re a natural."