Free Web NovelChapter 112: Good Maid
Clay’s entire body stiffened after hearing the warning.
"Fate instability detected."
Those three words alone almost made him stop breathing.
His face became pale.
Then he immediately grabbed the edge of the table tightly.
"What does that mean?!"
The system calmly answered.
Host is not the cause of the main character’s death.
Clay immediately spoke again.
"But fate instability sounds horrible!"
The system replied.
Correction.
The instability was caused by the sudden disappearance of the main character.
Host is not directly connected.
Clay’s expression still looked terrible.
"No no no."
"I don’t trust that."
He immediately pointed at the air like the system was standing in front of him.
"You literally told me fate exists."
"You literally told me there’s backlash."
"And now the main character suddenly dies after targeting me."
"How am I NOT connected?!"
The system answered calmly once more.
Because the host did not initiate the event.
Clay immediately replied again.
"But the maid did!"
Maid Cy blinked quietly nearby.
The system responded.
The maid acted independently based on her loyalty toward the host.
Host did not order the execution.
Clay immediately froze.
"...Wait."
He slowly narrowed his eyes.
"So technically..."
The system answered immediately.
Host remains outside the direct causal line.
Clay still looked unconvinced.
"But she’s MY maid."
The system replied.
Correct.
"But she killed him because of me!"
Correct.
"Then why am I not affected?!"
The system paused briefly before answering again.
Because the main character chose hostility first. frёewebnoѵēl.com
Clay frowned deeply.
"That still sounds dangerous."
The system answered.
Danger exists.
But backlash toward the host does not currently exist.
Clay stared blankly into space.
"...Currently?"
The system calmly clarified.
At this moment, host remains safe from direct fate retaliation.
Clay’s face twitched again.
"You keep adding terrifying extra words."
"Currently?"
"At this moment?"
"What kind of explanation is that?!"
He immediately began pacing around the room again.
His thoughts became increasingly chaotic.
No.
This still feels wrong.
The main character died.
And somehow I’m completely fine?
That sounded impossible.
Ridiculous even.
Then suddenly—
Another horrifying thought appeared in his mind.
"What if..."
He slowly stopped walking.
"What if the heavens suddenly strike me later?"
The system answered.
Probability low.
Clay immediately turned toward the air again.
"How low?!"
The system answered.
Very low.
Clay almost shouted.
"THAT DOESN’T HELP!"
Maid Cy quietly watched him spiral deeper into panic.
Then softly—
"Young master."
Clay immediately looked toward her.
"What?"
Cerys lowered her head slightly.
"If young master wishes..."
"I can investigate fate itself."
Clay stared at her silently for several seconds.
Then—
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"You are forbidden from touching anything related to fate."
Maid Cy quietly nodded.
"As you wish."
Clay slowly sat back down again.
But even then—
He still could not relax.
His fingers tapped nervously against the table.
"What if the world starts blaming me anyway?"
The system answered.
That possibility already exists regardless of the main character’s death.
Clay immediately looked exhausted.
"...Right."
He slowly leaned backward in the chair.
"This all started because of those rumors."
His expression became uglier again.
"That idiot..."
Even now, he still could not fully process it.
The main character.
Dead.
Just like that.
No grand final battle.
No heroic climax.
No dramatic destiny.
Just—
Assassinated.
By his maid.
His scalp still tingled from how absurd the situation felt.
Then suddenly—
He narrowed his eyes.
"Wait."
The system remained silent.
Clay slowly spoke again.
"Tell me honestly."
The system responded.
Listening.
Clay pointed suspiciously again.
"You’re not lying to calm me down, right?"
The system answered immediately.
Negative.
Clay narrowed his eyes further.
"How do I know that?"
The system calmly replied.
Host created this system specifically to survive fate related dangers.
Clay froze briefly again after hearing that.
Right.
That strange explanation earlier.
"You still haven’t explained that properly."
The system answered.
Insufficient data.
Clay immediately groaned loudly.
"Again with insufficient data..."
He rubbed his forehead tiredly.
Then slowly—
He asked again.
"So you’re absolutely certain there’s no backlash on me?"
The system answered immediately.
Correct.
Clay asked again.
"Absolutely certain?"
Correct.
"What about hidden consequences?"
None detected.
"What about delayed punishment?"
None detected.
"What about heaven suddenly deciding I’m suspicious?"
No direct signs.
"What about another main character appearing and blaming me?"
Possible.
Clay’s face immediately darkened again.
"Stop saying possible so casually!"
The system remained silent.
Clay exhaled deeply.
Then once more—
He asked again.
"So I’m safe?"
The system calmly replied.
Yes.
Clay asked again.
"Truly safe?"
Yes.
"You swear?"
Systems cannot swear falsely.
Clay immediately pointed again.
"You said you were defective!"
The system answered calmly.
Defective does not mean entirely nonfunctional.
Clay remained suspicious.
Very suspicious.
Still—
The system had consistently warned him whenever danger appeared.
And so far—
Everything it predicted had happened.
Slowly—
Very slowly—
The tension inside Clay’s body finally began easing.
His shoulders relaxed slightly.
The panic inside his chest gradually calmed down.
"...So I really won’t get dragged into fate backlash?"
The system answered one final time.
Correct.
Finally—
Clay slowly exhaled.
Long.
Deep.
Relieved.
"...Thank God."
Then he leaned back into the chair completely.
For the first time since hearing about Maxwell’s death—
Clay finally felt at ease.
Clay slowly leaned deeper into the chair while exhaling another long breath.
The pressure inside his chest had finally disappeared.
No fate backlash.
No heavenly punishment.
No sudden destiny trying to crush him.
And most importantly—
The main character was gone.
Even now, the entire situation still felt unbelievable.
But after repeatedly questioning the system over and over again, Clay had finally accepted it.
He was safe.
Completely safe.
At least for now.
And honestly—
That alone already felt like heaven to him.
He slowly turned his head toward Maid Cy.
The maid quietly stood nearby with her hands folded properly in front of her.
Elegant.
Calm.
Composed as always.
For a brief moment, Clay simply stared at her.
Then suddenly—
He laughed.
"Hahaha..."
The laughter slowly became louder.
"Hahahahaha!"
Maid Cy quietly blinked.
Meanwhile, Clay rubbed his forehead while continuing to laugh helplessly.
"This is ridiculous..."
He still could not believe it.
All this time he had been terrified of fate, terrified of the main character, terrified of accidentally becoming the villain of the story again—
And now?
The main character died before he even made a move.
Not only that—
The system itself confirmed he was safe.
Clay suddenly looked at Maid Cy again.
Then sincerely—
He spoke.
"Maid."
"Yes, young master."
"...Good work."
Maid Cy quietly looked at him.
Then Clay leaned backward again while speaking honestly.
"You cleared a huge trouble for me."
He slowly crossed his arms.
"And somehow..."
"...the heavens still aren’t attacking me."
He almost sounded emotional saying those words.
After all—
For the first time in a very long while—
Clay finally felt something close to genuine peace.
He slowly looked upward toward the ceiling.
"...Maybe my life really can become peaceful now."
Meanwhile—
Maid Cy quietly listened.
And unlike before—
This time—
She understood the deeper meaning behind Clay’s relief.
Before, she merely thought her young master hated troublesome matters.
But now—
After hearing his thoughts repeatedly...
After seeing his fear toward fate...
After witnessing how desperately he wanted peace...
Cerys finally understood something.
Her young master truly believed the world itself wanted to drag him into becoming some terrifying villain.
And because of that—
Every danger that disappeared made him genuinely happy.
The realization strangely amused her.
Not in a mocking way.
But in a way she personally found adorable.
Especially considering how overwhelmingly powerful he looked to everyone else.
The mighty young Warchief.
The terrifying existence who defeated the Bersuka Warchief with a single punch.
The hidden monster feared across the continent.
And yet—
This same person was currently celebrating because he thought fate would not attack him anymore.
Cerys almost smiled.
Almost.
Then finally—
She softly spoke.
"I am happy young master can relax now."
Clay immediately nodded.
"Yes!"
Then suddenly—
He looked genuinely grateful.
"Seriously, Maid."
"You solved everything before it became a bigger headache."
Maid Cy quietly lowered her head slightly.
"As expected of young master’s servant."
Clay waved his hand casually.
"No no."
"This time you deserve praise."
Then suddenly—
His expression brightened.
"Actually..."
He sat upright again.
"...this deserves celebration."
Maid Cy blinked once.
"Celebration?"
Clay immediately nodded.
"Yes."
"The terrifying main character died."
"No fate backlash."
"No heavenly lightning."
"No mysterious destiny nonsense."
"And I’m still alive."
He pointed at himself proudly.
"That’s worth celebrating."
Maid Cy quietly stared at him for several seconds.
Then finally—
"...Understood."
Clay suddenly became energetic again.
"Prepare food."
"Good food."
"And drinks too."
Maid Cy nodded calmly.
"As you wish, young master."
Then she quietly left the room.
Meanwhile—
Clay slowly stretched his body while feeling lighter and lighter.
His mind no longer felt oppressed.
Even the atmosphere around him suddenly looked brighter.
He slowly walked toward the window and looked outside.
The border town looked peaceful.
People walked normally.
Merchants shouted from the streets.
The evening breeze felt comfortable.
Clay slowly smiled.
"...This is nice."
For once—
No schemes.
No danger.
No hidden enemy.
No main character trying to kill him.
And the best part?
He technically did not even do anything himself.
Everything simply resolved itself.
The more he thought about it—
The happier he became.
Soon—
The mansion servants rapidly prepared everything.
Large amounts of food were brought out one after another.
Roasted meat.
Fresh bread.
Soup.
Expensive drinks.
Even desserts.
Candles were lit around the dining area while soft music quietly played nearby.
The atmosphere slowly became warm.
Comfortable.
Peaceful.
Then—
Maid Cy returned.
"Young master."
Clay immediately looked toward the massive table.
His eyes widened slightly.
"...You prepared all this?"
"Yes."
Clay immediately sat down.
"Hahaha!"
"This is great."
He honestly looked happier than he had in weeks.
Meanwhile—
Maid Cy quietly stood beside him while serving food.
Clay himself began eating enthusiastically.
And while eating—
He kept talking.
"See?"
"I told myself everything would work out eventually."
"At first I thought fate was targeting me again."
"But nope."
"Everything’s fine."
Maid Cy quietly listened.
Then softly—
"Young master deserves peace."
Clay immediately nodded in agreement.
"Exactly."
Then suddenly—
He paused.
"...Wait."
Maid Cy looked at him.
"Yes?"
Clay slowly narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"You’re not secretly planning to kill another main character if one appears, right?"
Maid Cy calmly answered.
"Only if they threaten young master."
Clay immediately pointed at her.
"No."
"No more secretly solving problems."
"You ask permission first."
Maid Cy lowered her head slightly.
"Understood."
Finally satisfied—
Clay resumed eating again.
Then slowly—
The atmosphere became lighter and lighter.
For the first time in a very long while—
Both of them simply enjoyed the moment peacefully.
And soon—
Inside the mansion—
They started a celebration.
