Andert, the hero.
A great swordsman who sacrificed herself to bring an end to the Great War. One of the greatest heroes in history.
…But in reality, she was a woman disguised as a man, using the identity of her deceased younger brother.
That woman was me.
But then—
“What?”
I came back to life four years after my death?
With nothing but my body to my name, there was only one way for me to make a living.
Becoming a maid.
“You have no previous experience working as a maid. What have you been doing all this time?”
“Unemployed.”
“What made you apply for this position?”
“Money.”
“What kind of mansion would you like to work in?”
“A mansion so harsh and awful that even if two people worked there and one died, no one would notice.”
“What kind of employer are you looking for?”
“A vicious employer who works their servants to the bone.”
That way, I’d be the only person willing to work there, so I wouldn’t get fired.
“……”
The interviewer stared at me as though they were watching a complete lunatic.
_
Here, I will start anew.
Not as the hero Andert.
Nor as my deceased younger brother.
But as Daisy, the maid.
