Surviving As The Villainess's Attendant

With all the security magic undone, and the third underground level of the Vault left exposed, it was only natural for the Draken ducal family to fall into turmoil.

The guardian deity—slain, its arms severed.

Several priceless elixirs—missing.

The vault that had stood untouched for generations—violated.

And that was why Alice had come to see me.

She stood just outside the cell, her hands wrapped tightly around the cold iron bars. Her voice was low, barely above a whisper.

"...I’m sorry."

I looked up from the cot, stretching a little. "For what?"

"You’re locked up because of me," she said, her voice trembling. "If I hadn’t dragged you into that mess—"

"Oh come on, don’t say it like that." I grinned. "It’s honestly not that bad in here. I’ve got a bed, they bring me food on time, and best of all... no chores."

"You’re way too relaxed about this," she muttered, her brows knitting with worry.

She gripped the bars a little tighter. I could tell she was trying not to let the guilt show, but it was there—simmering beneath the surface.