The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid

I’ve transmigrated into a martial arts novel.

Not as a supporting character, nor even an extra, but as a 13-year-old girl with no mention whatsoever.

“Another day spent doing laundry all day, I suppose.”

In the novel, my role is that of a maid in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

I took on this high-paying job to provide a better life for the grandmother who raised me alone through hardships.

The problem lies in the novel’s content.

Heavenly Demon’s Reign.

A story where the male lead, so cruel that he’d tear his closest aides to pieces if displeased, dominates the martial world entirely.

Fortunately, the point of the story I’ve entered is during the male lead’s childhood.

The contract I signed to be a maid lasts five years, and if I could endure just two more months, I’d be able to escape the sect.

But then, I suddenly get reassigned as the male lead’s personal maid, completely throwing off my plans.

Now, I must prove my usefulness to survive.

As I desperately focus on doing my job well, I find the male lead staring at me constantly.

With terrifyingly intense eyes.

“…Is there something else you need?”

My dream is to travel the martial world hand in hand with my grandmother, but I’m not sure if that will ever be possible.

It’s not just the male lead—why does the Heavenly Demon look at me with such deep, soulful eyes?

And why does the Ghost Soul Pavilion Lord keep frequenting my grandmother’s noodle shop?

Even the male lead’s siblings are acting strange.

Why are they all so interested in me, just a lowly maid?

“You remind me of my first love.”

“You’re my last love.”

“You’re one of our family now.”

…Excuse me?

Me?