~PLOT~
“Is it finally my turn…?”
I was so excited, thinking I had been transported into a romance fantasy novel.
But of all things, I ended up inside a novel that the author abandoned.
And it’s just my luck that the world went to hell the very next day.
All I was left with was a (damn) sturdy mansion and the (damn) female lead’s diary.
“Meow!”
The only comfort I had was picking up a stray cat.
…Oh, and also a half-dead villain. Whoops.
“Do you need a butler?”
“No.”
“What about a chef?”
“Hmm.”
“Won’t you get lonely living here by yourself? Hire me, and every night, I’ll…”
“Hired! Start tomorrow.”
Even during an apocalypse, a handsome man is never a bad idea.
***
“Enough with the nonsense.”
I let out a sigh.
I really shouldn’t have saved this “divine apostle” or whatever he called himself. He looked like a wild boar.
“Mari… was it? You are the last woman on earth. Together, we shall rebuild civili— GAHK!”
The wild boar let out one final shriek before crumpling to the ground.
A perfectly polished silver knife was lodged right in the center of his forehead.
“Oh, sorry. What was that? I couldn’t hear you over your hideous face.”
Killian smiled charmingly, his crimson eyes gleaming.
He hunched over, wearing a frilly lace apron
as he carved an apple into bunny slices just for me.
