"What role am I assigned here?"
My system graciously replied—
[The Empress's younger brother.]
"Oh~"
That was interesting.
"By the way… what's your name?"
Silence.
Then—
[My name does not concern you.]
I clicked my tongue.
"But it does. Otherwise, how am I supposed to address my lovely companion of life and death?"
A pause.
Then the butterfly replied flatly—
[If you survive long enough to call it companionship.]
"Hm."
I leaned back slightly.
"If you're this horrified by the idea of sharing your name…"
My eyes followed the small black butterfly lazily.
"Then I'll name you."
The butterfly hovered once.
Almost suspicious.
"Hmmm…"
I tapped my chin.
"How about Blue?"
Silence.
Then—
[No.]
A smirk tugged at my lips.
"Bb?"
A dangerous pause.
[…Bb?]
"Blue Butterfly."
If a butterfly could look offended, mine absolutely did.
Its wings twitched once.
Sharp.
Annoyed.
I grinned.
"Perfect."
"Alright then."
I stretched my arms lazily.
"Let's start our task."
I stood.
Walked over.
Grabbed a crystal glass.
Then smashed it.
Shards scattered across polished marble.
Nice sound.
So I grabbed another.
Then another.
Then anything within reach.
A vase.
A mirror.
A carved silver stand.
Crash.
Shatter.
Crack.
Beautiful.
Only when footsteps thundered outside did I stop.
A woman's voice called through the door, controlled but laced with authority.
"My lord?"
A pause.
"Is everything alright, my lord?"
Silence.
I sat back down on the bed.
Crossed one leg over the other.
Waited.
Another knock.
Louder.
"My lord?"
Nothing.
Then—
A male voice.
Firm.
"My lord, please answer. Otherwise we will have no choice but to break the door."
I stayed silent.
The butterfly hovered beside me.
Watching.
Observing .
Then—
THUD.
The door shook.
THUD.
Again.
THUD.
Again.
Wood splintered.
Metal groaned.
Then the door flew clean off its hinges.
Throughout all of it—
I remained seated on the bed.
Watching.
Thoughtful.
Knights rushed in first.
Then maids.
Then silence.
Their expressions shifted at once.
Shock.
Confusion.
Annoyance.
I ignored them.
Instead, I asked—
"Do I need to act like the original Empress's brother?"
The butterfly tilted slightly.
If smugness had a body, it would probably look like this.
[Yes.]
I narrowed my eyes.
"What was his personality like?"
The butterfly fluttered lazily.
Then—
[Guess.]
Silence.
I stared.
"Guess?"
[Correct.]
"Fucking guess?"
Its tone remained irritatingly complacent .
[Correct.]
I nearly laughed.
"Any hints?"
[50 points.]
"…What?"
The butterfly circled once.
[Every mission grants points based on performance.]
[You currently have none.]
I blinked.
Then sighed.
"Really."
A dead stare.
"Thank you, Sherlock."
Meanwhile, the maids and knights still stood frozen, staring at me.
At the shattered room.
At the broken door.
At me calmly sitting on the bed.
Hmm.
So what did this mean?
Was their lord cruel?
Timid?
Arrogant?
Naive?
Kind?
Unstable?
Or just unbearable?
I clicked my tongue.
Then decided—
Fuck his personality.
I turned sharply toward the maid and snapped—
"By the time you rescue me from the intruders…"
My gaze swept over the knights.
"…I would be dead."
The maids stiffened.
The knights looked even more bewildered.
One of them actually glanced around him as if checking whether there were any intruders.
And naturally—
because my system enjoyed my suffering—
it chose that exact moment to speak.
[charity]
[Acting against the original body's personality will negatively affect mission performance.]
A pause.
Then smugly—
[Points will be deducted accordingly.]
[Current status:- -5points]
Silence.
I slowly turned toward the butterfly.
"…You really wait for the worst possible moments, don't you?"