Clay’s entire body stiffened after hearing the warning.
"Fate instability detected."
Those three words alone almost made him stop breathing.
His face beca pale.
Then he imdiately grabbed the edge of the table tightly.
"What does that an?!"
The system calmly answered.
Host is not the cause of the main character’s death.
Clay imdiately 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 imdiately pointed at the air like the system was standing in front of him.
"You literally told fate exists."
"You literally told there’s backlash."
"And now the main character suddenly dies after targeting ."
"How am I NOT connected?!"
The system answered calmly once more.
Because the host did not initiate the event.
Clay imdiately 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 imdiately froze.
"...Wait."
He slowly narrowed his eyes.
"So technically..."
The system answered imdiately.
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 !"
Correct.
"Then why am I not affected?!"
The system paused briefly before answering again.
Because the main character chose hostility first.
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 mont, host remains safe from direct fate retaliation.
Clay’s face twitched again.
"You keep adding terrifying extra words."
"Currently?"
"At this mont?"
"What kind of explanation is that?!"
He imdiately began pacing around the room again.
His thoughts beca increasingly chaotic.
No.
This still feels wrong.
The main character died.
And sohow 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 later?"
The system answered.
Probability low.
Clay imdiately 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 imdiately 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 anyway?"
The system answered.
That possibility already exists regardless of the main character’s death.
Clay imdiately looked exhausted.
"...Right."
He slowly leaned backward in the chair.
"This all started because of those rumors."
His expression beca 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 honestly."
The system responded.
Listening.
Clay pointed suspiciously again.
"You’re not lying to calm down, right?"
The system answered imdiately.
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 imdiately 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 ?"
The system answered imdiately.
Correct.
Clay asked again.
"Absolutely certain?"
Correct.
"What about hidden consequences?"
None detected.
"What about delayed punishnt?"
None detected.
"What about heaven suddenly deciding I’m suspicious?"
No direct signs.
"What about another main character appearing and blaming ?"
Possible.
Clay’s face imdiately 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 imdiately pointed again.
"You said you were defective!"
The system answered calmly.
Defective does not an 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 cald down.
"...So I really won’t get dragged into fate backlash?"
The system answered one final ti.
Correct.
Finally—
Clay slowly exhaled.
Long.
Deep.
Relieved.
"...Thank God."
Then he leaned back into the chair completely.
For the first ti 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 punishnt.
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 mont, Clay simply stared at her.
Then suddenly—
He laughed.
"Hahaha..."
The laughter slowly beca louder.
"Hahahahaha!"
Maid Cy quietly blinked.
anwhile, Clay rubbed his forehead while continuing to laugh helplessly.
"This is ridiculous..."
He still could not believe it.
All this ti 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 confird 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 ."
He slowly crossed his arms.
"And sohow..."
"...the heavens still aren’t attacking ."
He almost sounded emotional saying those words.
After all—
For the first ti in a very long while—
Clay finally felt sothing close to genuine peace.
He slowly looked upward toward the ceiling.
"...Maybe my life really can beco peaceful now."
anwhile—
Maid Cy quietly listened.
And unlike before—
This ti—
She understood the deeper aning behind Clay’s relief.
Before, she rely thought her young master hated troubleso matters.
But now—
After hearing his thoughts repeatedly...
After seeing his fear toward fate...
After witnessing how desperately he wanted peace...
Cerys finally understood sothing.
Her young master truly believed the world itself wanted to drag him into becoming so 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 sa 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 imdiately nodded.
"Yes!"
Then suddenly—
He looked genuinely grateful.
"Seriously, Maid."
"You solved everything before it beca 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 ti you deserve praise."
Then suddenly—
His expression brightened.
"Actually..."
He sat upright again.
"...this deserves celebration."
Maid Cy blinked once.
"Celebration?"
Clay imdiately 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 beca energetic again.
"Prepare food."
"Good food."
"And drinks too."
Maid Cy nodded calmly.
"As you wish, young master."
Then she quietly left the room.
anwhile—
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.
rchants shouted from the streets.
The evening breeze felt comfortable.
Clay slowly smiled.
"...This is nice."
For once—
No sches.
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 beca.
Soon—
The mansion servants rapidly prepared everything.
Large amounts of food were brought out one after another.
Roasted at.
Fresh bread.
Soup.
Expensive drinks.
Even desserts.
Candles were lit around the dining area while soft music quietly played nearby.
The atmosphere slowly beca warm.
Comfortable.
Peaceful.
Then—
Maid Cy returned.
"Young master."
Clay imdiately looked toward the massive table.
His eyes widened slightly.
"...You prepared all this?"
"Yes."
Clay imdiately sat down.
"Hahaha!"
"This is great."
He honestly looked happier than he had in weeks.
anwhile—
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 again."
"But nope."
"Everything’s fine."
Maid Cy quietly listened.
Then softly—
"Young master deserves peace."
Clay imdiately nodded in agreent.
"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 imdiately pointed at her.
"No."
"No more secretly solving problems."
"You ask permission first."
Maid Cy lowered her head slightly.
"Understood."
Finally satisfied—
Clay resud eating again.
Then slowly—
The atmosphere beca lighter and lighter.
For the first ti in a very long while—
Both of them simply enjoyed the mont peacefully.
And soon—
Inside the mansion—
They started a celebration.
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