Noble Murder XX (1)

“Take this~! Asshole stab~!!”

“…………!!”

The horrifying, spine-chilling pain between my buttocks, and the involuntary clenching of my mouth from the agony.

A level of excruciating pain I hadn’t felt in so long that it left me speechless.

In an instant, my mind went dizzy from the intense sensation that shot through my entire body from my lower half to my brain.

When I came to my senses, my body was already sprawled on the floor, buried in that disgusting bastard’s clothes.

“Gggghhh…!!”

The initial shock, so severe it left me unable to speak, subsided, only to be replaced by a second wave of throbbing pain rising from between my buttocks.

As humiliating as it was to have been given an “asshole stab” by that damn pig bastard, right now, the sheer pain in my ass was overwhelmingly worse.

‘Fuuuuuck… It hurts so damn much, you fucking pig bastard…!’

The awkward position I was in, bending over to pick up the fallen clothes, exposing my ass.

And the weight of the finger that stabbed me as that massive body came charging-it was something I absolutely couldn’t just endure.

For a moment, I even forgot that my face was buried in that disgusting pig bastard’s clothes, the searing pain in my lower body boiling over.

‘I knew it, I fucking knew it…’

I always had the thought in the back of my mind that I’d beat the shit out of him the moment he pulled any bullshit.

But I never imagined that, if left alone, he’d actually do something this fucking disgusting.

Damn it. There’s a limit to patience.

I don’t give a fuck if I get called in by Harold and beaten to death later.

Dealing with the aftermath? Fuck it, future me can handle that.

If I don’t punch this fucking pig bastard in the face right now, I’m going to lose my mind from sheer rage…

“Hahaha! How’s my special move taste?!”

“……”

“You kept ignoring me, maid, so this is your punishment!”

…Laughing?

After turning me into this pathetic mess, you’re laughing?

“……”

My mind, cooled by rage beyond its limits, calmly analyzed the situation I was in.

I deliberately acted unfazed and got up from my spot so that disgusting bastard wouldn’t notice my change in demeanor.

The only exit was a single door-and since I had closed it when I entered, it was already shut.

The window was also closed, so there was no worry about sound leaking outside.

Even if Ethan tried to escape toward the exit now, I was closer to the door.

…Not the most optimal conditions, but at least the bare minimum was in place.

To kill that fucking trash pig bastard right here, right now.

“……”

“…Maid?”

As I approached him without any reaction, the disgusting bastard just stood there dumbfounded, not even thinking of running.

Once he was close enough, I wrapped one of the laundry items around his neck, and-

Suddenly finding his lifeline in my grasp, the disgusting bastard flailed his legs helplessly, unable to even resist as I choked him.

“Gggghhk…?!”

-Thud!

Even if he tried to escape now, his neck was already in my grip, leaving him unable to move freely.

The pig bastard’s body, impossibly heavy for his age, fell backward with a dull thud.

I immediately pinned him down, pressing one knee into his solar plexus.

All while keeping the fabric tight around his neck with both hands.

“Ghh… Gack…!”

“Hggk, hgggh…!”

…How did it even come to this?

At first, I really tried to handle things peacefully.

His arms flailed, trying to pull my hands away, but his muscle-less, flabby limbs couldn’t overpower the grip strength of a Level 5 adult woman.

His struggles only made the fabric tighten further around his neck.

“Gghh… Gghh…”

“……”

For a moment, I almost wavered at the pitiful look in his eyes, but I steeled myself and tightened my grip even harder.

Whether I loosened my grip now or strangled him to death right here, the punishment awaiting me wouldn’t change either way.

‘I didn’t… I didn’t want it to come to this either.’

Even though I’d killed this bastard hundreds, thousands of times in my imagination, I’d never seriously considered actually killing him in this world.

No matter how much he was just a game character, seeing him as a living, breathing person in front of me made it impossible not to feel repulsed by the idea of killing someone.

Hell, if he hadn’t laughed at the end, I might’ve even endured it somehow.

But now, I’d reached my limit.

No matter how much I tried to endure, seeing how this pig bastard’s pranks and rotten personality only got worse by the day-

No matter how I thought about it, the only ending I could imagine was becoming this pig bastard’s plaything.

If that’s how it was going to be, I’d rather kill this fucking bastard right here, escape the Blackwood territory, and flee beyond the border.

Maybe a future even harsher than being Ethan’s slave-no, a future that was practically guaranteed to be miserable-awaited me.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Harold might do to Isabelle and Katarina, still in the mansion, in his rage.

But.

But, but.

None of that felt like a good enough reason to keep chipping away at my own dignity just to endure.

I died in an accident, got reincarnated into the world of my favorite game, and thought I could finally live out my dreams-

And I’m supposed to spend my whole life shackled because of this one pig bastard?

Just because I happened to reincarnate as Lilith?

If this world was going to mess with my life over some bullshit like that, then I’d rather raise hell myself first.

Let’s see how you like it.

Let’s see how 『Luminor Academy』 turns out when both its early-game villain and its core members are already dead.

“Gghh… Gghh…!”

Ethan, tears streaming from both eyes-whether from fear or pain, I didn’t know.

Unable to bear looking at his face any longer, I shut my eyes tightly and turned my head away.

If I didn’t kill this bastard right now, I’d have to live the rest of my life as the “Foolish Maid Lilith.”

If I didn’t kill this fucking pig bastard.

If I didn’t kill this disgusting trash right now.

For Lilith.

For me.

A happy ending could never exist.

…

…

…

Just as I steeled myself to tighten the fabric around Ethan’s neck and strangle him-

For some reason, my hands hesitated at the final moment.

Before I knew it, the fabric slipped from my grip and fell to the floor.

“Ghh… Gack…?”

“Hggk, sob…!”

Damn it…

I really, really wanted to kill this bastard…

I wanted to kill him so badly I could scream…

But when I thought about the future that would come crashing down if I killed him, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Isabelle, who had been my only friend since before I regained my memories as Lilith, always helping me.

And Katarina, who in the original game was framed for a crime and nearly met ruin before being miraculously saved.

If I killed Ethan now, Harold’s punishment would undoubtedly fall on them too.

If it was just my life on the line, I wouldn’t have hesitated.

But in this world, the lives of nobles and commoners carried entirely different weight.

If I killed Ethan here, it wouldn’t be strange if every servant in the Blackwood mansion lost their heads the next moment.

So, I couldn’t do it.

This fucking pig bastard was too high-ranking for me to kill on a whim of anger.

And I was just a powerless, pitiful debt maid.

“Hggk, sob…!”

“…Gack, M-Maid?”

“Hggk, sniff, sob…!”

“Maid… Gack, a-are you crying?”

Distracted by whatever the pig bastard beneath me was saying, I absentmindedly touched my face-only to find tears streaming uncontrollably.

Not wanting to show this bastard my pathetic state, I quickly turned my head away to hide my tears.

“M-Maid?”

“…Shut up. Ethan, you fucking bastard.”

“……!!”

Ethan’s eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting profanity from me, and he clamped his mouth shut.

Since I could already feel that this moment was the end of my life as Lilith, I poured out every ounce of resentment I’d bottled up toward the brat beneath me.

“Fucking bastard. You disgusting pig bastard.”

“……”

“I’ve put up with your bratty pranks enough. Just looking at your face makes me sick, you trash.”

“…Maid?”

“You being born a noble is this world’s biggest flaw. A brainless, self-centered piece of trash like you, wielding noble power and authority for fun-you’re the worst stain on the Blackwood family.”

“M-Maid… Why are you…?”

“I said shut the fuck up, bastard. Just breathing the same air as you makes me want to puke.”

“……”

“Live your whole life like this, pig bastard. Never caring about anyone’s feelings, just keep living like the trash you are.”

“M-Maid…!”

“Live your whole life not even realizing what a moron you are, until one day a commoner swordsman stabs you to death.”

“……”

“Be buried in a grave no one visits except your father, die without accomplishing anything, and be forgotten forever, you fucking bastard.”

The cold rage in my head flared back into hot fury, and every curse I’d held back spilled out uncontrollably.

All my resentment toward Ethan’s bullshit, every curse I had for the future awaiting him-

Not that this brat’s tiny brain could understand half of what I was saying, but it didn’t matter.

My life was already over. Getting this off my chest was enough.

…Ah, I almost forgot something important.

“Hey, Ethan.”

“Y-Yeah…?!”

“What just happened was just me acting alone because I fucking hate you.”

“…What do you…?”

“I didn’t conspire with anyone to kill you. I just wanted to kill you myself, you fucking bastard.”

“……!”

“So if you’re gonna tattle to your dad, tell him this: Your personal maid Lilith tried to kill you all on her own because she couldn’t stand you.”

No idea if this brat would take my words at face value, but I had to say it.

At the very least, to minimize the fallout for Isabelle and Katarina.

Since it was attempted murder of a noble rather than actual murder, the punishment might be slightly lighter.

…Maybe my life would be the only thing lost.

If I had killed Ethan here, that would’ve been an unforgivable sin against Isabelle and Katarina.

“Three months as your personal maid was the most disgusting experience of my life.”

“……”

“And it ends today. Once your dad finds out I tried to kill you, he won’t let me live.”

“M-Maid… Wait…!”

“It was hell being with you. Let’s never meet again.”

-Bang!

With little time left as Lilith, I couldn’t stand to look at that trash bastard’s face for another second.

I abandoned everything and hurriedly left Ethan’s room.

Leaning against the wall outside the door, I tried to process the mess I’d just made.

Attempted murder of a noble.

No, attempted murder of the Blackwood Ducal Family’s only son.

Survival? Might as well assume it’s impossible.

If I got off with just hanging or beheading, I’d be grateful for that much mercy.

“Haaa…”

If I knew it’d end like this, I should’ve at least used all the magic I wanted before dying.

Half a year in the world of my favorite game, and all I did was babysit Ethan. What a life.

Guess “Foolish Maid Lilith” was always destined to be “Foolish Maid Lilith,” no matter who was inside.

“Fuck… Sniff, goddammit…!”

The tears I’d held back for so long finally burst free.