The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game

BANG BANG

“Kyaaak! Kyaaagh!”

I slammed the head of the struggling maid into the window a couple more times, and then let her go and shook off my relieved hands and spoke with a kind voice.

“Hey.”

At my call, the little screaming maid looked up at me, holding her forehead.

“Let’s say you and I are doing the same job now. Do you have to throw a rag at a person’s face like that?”

She couldn’t answer my question easily. I picked up the rag that rolled on the floor and walked out.

* * *

“What are you doing here?”

The butler of the marquis had stopped me from visiting the marquis’ office.

After glancing at the man who neatly arranged his grayish hair, I opened my mouth and answered, “To see my father.”

“…Father?”

Surprised that I called the marquis my father, the butler’s face turned bitter. I nodded my head to confirm.

“Why? Could it be that the family register has already been dug?”

“No, it’s not,” he shook his head, “I’ll tell the Marquis that you are asking to see him.”

The butler bowed to me and disappeared into the room. I leaned against the window of the hallway, rolling my eyes as I waited for him quietly.

I don’t know how they record family relationships in this world, but I could guess that the Marquis couldn’t throw me away. Otherwise, why would he bother to make me his maid?

“Please come in.”

Soon, the huge oak door opened again. I followed the butler as he guided me inside, and I stepped into the Marquis office.

“What are you doing to me?”

I stared at the greasy marquis’ face as he scratched his cheek.

“Well…”

‘I came to understand the situation, but what should I do with this?’

Unlike when I thought that being Edith Abina was temporary, I needed to save myself now for real. Because Edith Abina no longer had a shield in Curtis Caballero.

An illegitimate child without a reliable backer could be blown away at the beck and call of a powerful man like the Marquis.

“Now that you’ve come to realize your place, you must’ve thought of begging me.”

The Marquis, who came to me thinking I was troubled, let out a hot breath and laughed.

“Yeah, you can now get down on your knees and beg. If that’s what you want.”

No, I have to do something…

I was too stunned by the Marquis’ demands, but I was prepared to kneel. It was my creed to kneel when a powerful man asked me to. There was nothing left to look back to if I disobeyed.

“I might feel sorry and make you my personal assistant, not as a Marquis’ maid.”

I quickly stopped myself on my way down. At first glance, it sounded like he was doing me a favor, but I thought the maid’s position would be much better than being his personal assistant.

At that moment, a familiar notification ping hit my ears.

<SYSTEM> Great intuition! The system is impressed by the player’s keen senses. A new quest will be created as a reward.

RING RING

I clicked on the new message that appeared on the status window.

<SYSTEM> Would you like to check the quest?

YES

NO

Judging from the nuance, I guess it was a quest in my favor. I chose ‘YES’ without hesitation, and a message that was much longer than the quests I received before occupied my entire view.

<QUEST> You are no longer the Lady of Grand Duke Caballero, and you have no place to go. Carve out your new path!

A. Personal assistant to Marquis Abina.

B. Lirina Abina’s exclusive maid.

C. Beggar

D. Saint (This is a locked choice)

I briefly looked at the non-clickable option and smiled as I recalled the message from the system that said it was impressed.

‘He gave me this quest because he was touched?’

The system had a great talent for making people feel better like Helper.

‘The beggar…’

I hated being cold and hungry. As I had no choice, I decided to choose the second option to be Lirina’s exclusive maid. I didn’t know what would happen to me if I took the personal assistant choice to the perverted Marquis.

<SYSTEM> You, who have no stomach, chose the humiliating path of becoming a full-time maid to your half-sister.