The grandeur scenery shattered.
The grand hall of luxurious atmosphere, the foundation of the miniature castle, and everything around it.
It reminded me of the moment when I was transported into an unknown void during my near-death experience after being pierced by Adelle's—the Imperial Princess Rosanna's royal knight—solidified spear of light.
I was then given an ultimatum to choose between returning to Earth—Choice Omega—or continuing to live in this world of [Hero's Apocalypse]—Choice Alpha.
I didn't know what was happening, but accepting that I was powerless in this situation, I let the change transpire.
In one moment, I, utilizing the body of an advisor, was standing humbly in front of the White Princess of the Britanoia Empire.
In the next moment, as the scenery rapidly shifted, blurred, and waved, I opened my eyes in another point in time.
What appeared before me was the same woman exuding the aura of heavens, the only way I could describe her presence, planning to adopt numerous war orphans who lost their homes due to a brutal war.
Seated in front of a full-body mirror, Princess Yuridika Al Britanoia glanced at me through her reflection.
'Huh? Wh-what the-?!'
Meeting her gaze, it was only then that I noticed my very own presence, causing me to be flustered at the sight.
Donning an elegant black and white striped uniform, with a haircomb in my grasp, I gently combed the Princess's hair.
I didn't know why I was viewing everything in first person as I inwardly wished that this should not be happening.
"I'm jealous of what you have behind those clothes, my dear maid."
Yes, I was in the fucking body of a maid!
Having no autonomy about everything, I couldn't help but curse.
'Fucking hell... Is this torture?!'
Hearing the remark from Princess Yuridika about this body's [boobs] of desirable size, I listened to my (?) own response while in this identity.
"I've told you many times Your Highness, you should massage them frequently. Hehe."
Noticing their exchange as I grimaced inside, it seemed that the White Princess and this maid had a particularly close relationship.
'That's not what's important right now! If the scenery shifted, I have to find out why I am at this point in time.' I inwardly seethed, feeling an awkward sensation coursing through my body.
Hearing what the maid said, Princess Yuridika let out a chuckle.
"I said I was jealous of yours, but I didn't say I'm not fine with mine, okay? And... whenever I tried touching them, my body's turning... hot?"
'Okay, shut your fucking mouth, princess! I have no reason to hear this!'
I agonized, simultaneously cursing the Apostle of the Unseen.
What kind of choice did the Princess of Britanoia Empire make that you could not possibly fathom?
Even if I tried to resist, as I was in the maid's body, I could not avoid hearing their conversation.
However, after the White Princess said those words, the maid's reply—or what seemed to be my response too—caused my immaterial ears to perk up.
"It's normal to feel that way, Your Highness. After all, we're women, right? You know, it's even more stimulating when I let my younger brother massage them for me..."
'...?!'
Then, as if it were an ordinary occurrence, Princess Yuridika opened her mouth and asked, "How old was your younger brother again?"
"He will be turning ten next month. I'm grateful to Your Highness' generosity that I might be able to afford a decent gift for him."
Instead of replying to the maid's gratefulness, I, who could only listen, doubted my ears for the second time, as the princess muttered, "Krishnaya, be honest with me... Do you desire your brother?"
Even without explicitly mentioning it—a typical sin in the modern world that warranted death—I comprehended the meaning behind Princess Yuridika's words, momentarily forgetting to question why I should even be in this scenario.
Being assimilated in the body of the maid, even if I was merely a helpless spectator using her eyes as the lens, I felt the body becoming hot to the point of repulsion.
Clearly, the question from the White Princess spiraled something in the maid, turning her on without shame.
"Ah, yes. Your Highness. The Empire allows an incestuous relationship, right? I'll just wait until my younger brother turns thirteen for his consent... Hehe."
"I see..." Princess Yuridika muttered.
She then continued, leaving my mind in utter disarray.
"If you do something for me, I can help you with something."
"Uh-?"
Continuously combing her silver hair, the maid was bewildered. But she proceeded to entertain the princess's possible request, though Yuridika could just order her without receiving something in return.
"Wh-what do you want me to do, Your Highness?"
I waited for Princess Yuridika's response, whose mind seemed to be in trouble for some time.
"Won't you ask me what you would receive in return, if you fulfill what I would ask of you?" The White Princess asked, their gazes met in the reflection.
The maid gulped—so do I.
Stopping with combing the Princess' silky hair, the maid bowed and said earnestly, "I am truly grateful for everything you've done for me, Your Highness! Whatever you would give me, then I will accept it wholeheartedly!"
Yuridika smiled.
"I am grateful for you too, Krishnaya. Then, there's something you should do for me—it must be done tonight."
It was then that I, who endured this mess of a conversation after hearing an absurd empire's law about blood relatives' romantic relationships, finally realized why I was transported into this specific scenario.
"What would you have me do, Your Highness?"
*
On the same night filled with peace, as the moonlight from the starry sky provided illumination across every nook and cranny of the Britanoia Empire, a certain piece of news spread like wildfire.
I, who remained in the body of the maid, shouted in my mind in wrath.
'What have you done?! What the hell have you done!?'
It was because, without any control of this body, I felt like I also committed the very thing that devastated all that I valued and loved in my previous life.
'Why did you burn the orphanage!!!'