Hector’s office in the main building.

‘Wow… I must be crazy.’

Meeting Hector properly for the first time, Charlie was dumbfounded. She had long forgotten about where she might be cut first.

How could that face belong to a madman?

Maybe the women went crazy because of his face.

Hector, standing with his back to the light, looked like a sculpture.

No, out of all the people, paintings, and sculptures she had ever seen, he was the best.

He was so beautiful, he seemed almost divine.

His clothes also played a part.

He was wearing a toga-like gown that looked like it came from a temple, exposing his chest in a very suggestive manner.

‘Who said he hates people looking at his body? But if you wear it so loosely… Thank you.’

This transmigration was worth it.

‘This stock is a successful stock!’

Charlie’s pheromones fluttered into the office.

“……?”

Tanner bowed his head to avoid laughing and gritted his teeth, while Hector let out a breath in disbelief.

No wonder, Hector had been fine when he opened up yesterday.

But now, he looked like he might drool at any moment.

Tanner, unable to watch any longer, spoke up.

“……Miss Charlie?”

Startled, Charlie realized she had been staring at Hector and quickly averted her gaze.

“Ah, yes.”

Hector, who had been staring intently at Charlie, tilted his head slightly.

And soon, Charlie realized how complacent she had been.

* * *

“Me?”

Charlie’s mouth opened in a slightly different way than before. The pheromones that had been spreading around now cooled and settled.

A guide.

Not only an attendant maid, but a purification guide?!

What kind of contract was this, like Doraemon’s pocket, endlessly producing new clauses?

Was there no Fair Trade Commission here? This was practically a body forfeiture contract.

At that moment, Tanner, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, subtly showed his hand to Charlie.

“……?”

Three fingers extended as if indicating the number three.

[Did you not see the clause about a 3 billion-rang penalty for unilateral termination without specific reason?]

Oh my god, this demon bastard.

Was he threatening her to cough up 3 billion rangs?

Charlie’s face twisted in horror.

But what could she do? She had willingly signed it.

Charlie’s gaze turned back to Hector.

“…….”

The red eyes staring at her felt like they were suffocating her.

Her hair stood on end, and her body trembled involuntarily.

“I, I have no significant holy power, and, um, I’m insignificant. Yes. That’s right. I’m very inadequate and insignificant to be a guide.”

Her cracked voice came out pathetically.

Seeing Charlie mumbling after her own words made the corners of Hector’s mouth lift slightly.

She was clearly not a spy, and she was different from the other women who tried to entangle themselves with him.

His head tilted to the other side. His tongue gently scraped the inside of his mouth.

“And, um… I’m a Zero, so… Zero…”

Why did it feel like her brain capacity had become zero?

Her mind went blank as if paralyzed, with no thoughts at all.

Then it happened.

“One billion.”

“……?”

Charlie’s eyes widened at the low, deep voice. Tanner’s eyes did the same.

“I’ll pay you one billion rangs as a salary.”

Ah, how sweet. Even his voice was perfect.

She hadn’t noticed last night due to the chaos, but his voice vibrated through the air like a cave.

He was indeed the male lead into whom the author had poured all their dreams.

‘Get a grip!’

But a male lead was just a male lead.

He wasn’t going to be her man, and he would go crazy when Liliana appeared anyway.

Charlie tried to regain her composure.

‘He’s a madman who kills everyone. That handsome man in front of me is Hector, who tears people apart. Remember, brain. What he did to Liliana…’

But wait.

Wasn’t he seeing her as someone obsessed with money?

She was admittedly materialistic, but this was too much, wasn’t it?

As a proper Confucian girl, watching others have s*x and spreading pheromones…

“One billion a month.”

“……!”

Hector’s words shattered Charlie’s sanity.

One billion a month. Calculated annually, that was post-tax lottery winnings.

Anyway, she would end up doing it for a year under the demon’s contract, so wasn’t it better to accept now than to work for five hundred a month?

Besides, Hector had been unaffected by her pheromone release.

When Liliana appeared, she wouldn’t need to be a purification guide anymore.

‘Yes, I worked like a dog for a salary of just a few thousand, so let’s endure for a year like I’m dead.’

Having rationalized it, Charlie quickly changed her demeanor and clasped her hands respectfully.

“I will serve you with all my heart from now on, Your Grace.”

Hector’s lip curled up on one side.

The sight was so chilling that a shiver ran down Charlie’s spine.

He was the Demon King.

If Tanner was a demon, Hector was the Demon King.

“Haha…”

But this… was the right choice, right?

* * *

Swish- rustle.

“…….”

Inside Hector’s office.

The afternoon sunlight, carrying a hint of drowsiness, pierced through the glass, breaking into sparkling fragments.

Hector, sitting with his back to the light, was the very embodiment of brilliance.

In contrast, Charlie, who had been standing idly for two hours, had very blurry focus.

Rustle- rustle-

“…….”

Hector’s handsomeness was not limited to his face.

From his straight fingers to even the shape of his ears.

As if to assert, ‘I am the protagonist,’ everything about him was perfect, almost to the point of being awe-inspiring.

However, even admiring such a sight had its limits.

Moreover, there were still three hours left until the end of the workday.

Rustle- swish- rustle, rustle-

“…….”

Whether she was a Confucian girl or not, watching s*x would be better than this.

He could at least give her something to do.

Listening to the endless sound of the pen nib scratching on paper was driving her insane.

Rustle- swish- rustle-

“…….”

Initially, she had been on edge and tense all over.

But nothing could defeat her sensory organs.

The blood-rushed tips of her toes had long since lost feeling, and the shimmering sunlight made her drowsy.

And that wasn’t all.

The abundance of gold decorations everywhere made her dizzy and dazed.

Rustle, rustle-

Whether he knew it or not, Hector sat unmoving, as if a magnet was attached to his seat, just working.

Rustle- swish. Rustle-

‘Why is that man so diligent?’

A diligent obsessive madman, what was this?

He should be dragged out by the Madman Committee and executed on the spot…

No, there was no such scene anywhere in this novel.

She doubted whether this was really the 19+ smut novel she had read or just another world with the same name.

[For purification, you must keep your pheromones open.]

There was no need to consciously open them; she just had to not pay attention.

[Then, please take care of His Grace. I feel reassured with you, Miss Charlie.]

Tanner had said that and disappeared. He was a true demon.

Anyway, she had agreed to be a guide and attendant maid, but when did she agree to be punished?

‘Ugh, my legs are going numb. Meow- meow.’

Charlie grumbled inwardly while repeatedly clenching and unclenching her toes to relieve the cramp.

“…….”

So focused was she on her toes that she didn’t notice the stopped pen nib or the gaze fixed on her.

‘Meow. Meowww.’

“Maid.”

“Meow.”

“……?”

Hector’s brow furrowed at the unexpected sound.

“Meow…”

“…….”

For a moment, their eyes met.

“Ah…”

Realizing she had spoken out loud and not just in her head, Charlie pursed her lips.

“…….”

Should I just die?

* * *