Mayfield stared blankly at the table. On the round table lay a report left by Röwugor, King of the Orcs and Mayfield’s wife.

It was a list of demons rescued from the slave market.

They said an elf was captured this time…

The other demons were staying in the infirmary to detoxify from the strong sleeping medicine.

But…

What was the use of it all now?

Mayfield’s gaze soon fell from the report. Her head swayed slowly. Soon she fell back from her sitting position on the bed. Her head felt heavy after pouring out sad emotions for so long.

When contact came from Baden, who had been sent on a secret mission to the Empire.

“Contact! We got contact!”

Mayfield couldn’t help but be excited.

“Calm down and come here, dear.”

The Röwugor King was beside her. Mayfield sat next to the king holding the shimmering video communicator.

“I wonder if he delivered the letter well? What if Egru said he doesn’t want to see me?”

“He wouldn’t dare.”

“I hope his injuries haven’t worsened. The last report said he was badly hurt. Though it’s fortunate he survived the massacre…”

“He should be fine since there was fortunately a professional healer with him. A lizardman, wasn’t it?”

“You take it. I’m too nervous.”

“Alright.”

The Röwugor King, receiving the video communicator, seemed to hesitate somewhat.

“What are you doing?”

“…Nothing.”

When the Röwugor King operated the communicator, a hologram showing the other party like a picture appeared.

“King Röwugor.”

The reliable captain Baden and his subordinate Jabel, who had left together, appeared.

Though aware of her weight as queen, Mayfield couldn’t hide her excitement.

“Reporting on the mission commanded by the Queen.”

But the moment she heard the bitter voice.

“The mission target has lost his life.”

Mayfield wished the world would stop.

No, she desperately hoped time could be turned back.

“Egru…”

Mayfield closed her eyes weakly and recalled the moment she first met Egru.

***

Mayfield was a woman who knew her own excellence.

Parents overflowing with love for their child, high status as an Imperial Grand Duchess, business talent that showed from childhood.

No matter what anyone said, Mayfield was a talent who had everything.

But there was just one problem—the fact that she was an omega. Her single flaw was enough to drag her promising life into the abyss.

“What’s the use of being dominant? She’s still an omega.”

It was a tiresome phrase heard at parties.

“If you’re so confident, why don’t you come say that to my face?”

When she shot back without being intimidated, the nobles whispering from a distance scattered like insects.

“Hmph, fools wearing their stupid hats.”

As a high noble, Mayfield could receive trait testing before turning fourteen. She still couldn’t forget her father’s expression when he first checked the test results.

Mayfield couldn’t believe it.

Just because she was an omega, the family’s investment turned toward her alpha sibling.

The head of the family has always been an alpha, they said?

Who decided that?

She couldn’t help but be indignant.

It was a reality where all her abilities were denied for the single reason of being an omega.

Marry some unknown demon? Me?

Her status as Grand Duchess began to hold her back. As soon as word reached the Imperial court that the Grand Duchess was an omega, Mayfield became a diplomatic tool for the Demon Alliance.

How could they do this?

Around that time, Mayfield stopped eating entirely.

It was all lies! Mother and Father said they loved me!

It was a kind of protest. A stubborn insistence that the family must pay dearly for excluding her.

She caused trouble almost daily, and servants began quitting one by one.

Mayfield felt euphoria whenever she saw her parents’ worried expressions.

That day was no different. The door opened and she heard her father explaining that he had brought a special servant to treat well, but Mayfield buried her ears in her pillow and ignored it. The moment her father left the room with a sigh, Mayfield ran to the door and listened.

“…We spoiled our first daughter too much. It’s all our fault.”

“I understand.”

In the corridor, her father was talking with someone.

The new servant?

A faint smell of tobacco drifted through the door crack. Mayfield already began plotting how to torment the new servant. Hold a knife to their throat? Throw a glass at their feet?

“The timing was bad. The nanny who looked after my daughter recently returned to her hometown…”

“I see.”

“It’s fortunate the Milfia Guild offered help. But still, as she is my daughter, I worry. The person the Guildmaster brought as a servant…”

“He’s docile and does whatever he’s told well.”

“Well, his skin color is quite unique.”

“Does it bother you? I didn’t know you were averse to demons.”

“No, that’s not it, but…”

“Didn’t you need a servant who would persistently stay by the young lady’s side?”

“…I’ll trust the Guildmaster’s judgment.”

“Yes, you won’t be disappointed. It wouldn’t be bad to practice with a small, harmless one before the young lady departs for the Demon Alliance. We’ll handle the rest, so don’t worry and go in.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

One set of footsteps receded. It sounded like her father’s dress shoes.

“Egru.”

A man’s voice rang out again from outside the room. Mayfield pressed her ear completely against the door to concentrate.

“Hey, answer me.”

“Yes…”

“You like me, don’t you?”

Mayfield thought: What kind of question is that?

“Just pretend to like the tomboy young lady.”

Something satisfied settled in the man’s voice. The servant called Egru seemed to nod instead of answering.

Mayfield’s expression crumpled fiercely. How dare they call me a tomboy?

“It’s not like you’ll die just because one sibling left. You should move around too. How long are you going to stay cooped up inside like an invalid?”

“…”

“Did you understand clearly? I’ll give you a big bonus when this job is done.”

“Yes…”

“I’m going. Come report to the guild when you finish the job.”

Mayfield ran back to the bed. The doorknob was turning with a creak. She dove under the covers with just her head sticking out just as the door opened.

“Pl-pleased to meet you, Miss Mayfield.”

Mayfield’s gaze moved down a few steps. The new servant was smaller than expected.

“I’m Egru. I don’t have a family name.”

Mayfield only glared at the damn demon-blooded servant. His light green skin made her skin crawl.

I wondered what race he was…

What’s this about? Since I’m destined to marry an orc, is this mental preparation?

Uncontrollable rage boiled deep in her heart.

“I’m good at cleaning and odd jobs. I wash thoroughly everywhere every day so I haven’t caught any diseases.”

The servant who had hesitantly entered the room completely continued his self-introduction.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Mayfield. Please take care of…”

“Get out right now!”

Mayfield threw the pillow she was holding at the servant. Hit by the soft pillow, the servant didn’t even flinch. He just stood quietly in one corner of the bedroom with his small frame.

Oh, trying to act brave, are we?

Mayfield picked up a flower vase. As she lifted it as if about to throw it, water spilled out.

Usually this much would make them panic and run away.

Ah, as expected.

The new servant scurried out of the bedroom.

Should have done this from the start.

But thinking it was over proved to be a very short-lived notion.

The servant brought a dry towel from somewhere and handed it to Mayfield.

“P-please dry off the water, Miss.”

“Huh.”

Does he really have a death wish?

Mayfield wanted to strangle the servant with the dry towel.

However, before she could act further, the servant scurried out again.

“You must be hungry? I heard Miss hasn’t eaten for a long time…”

The servant soon returned carrying a silver tray full of food above his head. Mayfield stared at the servant with an incredulous expression.

“What is this?”

“W-well, I’m not sure either, but there’s bread and jam and soup and soft cheese and ham and pie and…”

“I didn’t ask about the menu! Idiot! I’m not eating! I said I won’t eat!”

“It-it’s hard when you’re hungry…”

“What’s it to you! Didn’t you hear me tell you to get out?”

Mayfield finally threw the flower vase in excitement.

Crash.

The meal tray fell to the floor, and blood flowed from the servant’s face.

“Ah…”

Mayfield, who had only meant to scare him as usual, hesitated.

She hadn’t expected it to hit his face.