"Damn it! I’m breaking off this engagement—I *have* to!"

"Damn Athena! Damn that heroine!"

Maur jolted awake from the familiar nightmare, curses tumbling out the moment his eyes opened.

But as a noble young master, his cursing vocabulary was painfully limited.

Those "vicious" insults? Just the same tired phrases on loop:

*Damn it. Damn. I’ll never let you off.*

To Daina—the Dark Elf maid—such flimsy words were adorably childish, like playing house.

Naturally, Young Master Maur, who delivered them with dead-serious conviction, was the world’s most irreplaceably cute person.

Dressed in crisp black-and-white maid attire, with long black hair, pointed ears, and delicate features, Daina shuffled to the bedside with sleepy-eyed lethargy.

Then, with practiced ease, she began helping her little master change.

"Young Master Maur, please raise your arms. Let me change your nightgown."

"Okay."

Maur obediently lifted his hands.

—but the next second, Daina’s face pressed right into his.

"I c-can’t breathe… G-get off!"

"Mmf! T-take your… mmf… off!"

"D-Damn it! Damn you, Daina!!!"

The seemingly listless Dark Elf maid didn’t stop her morning ritual—the special "face-washing" service reserved *only* for her precious young master.

Instead, she pinned his head firmly with her right hand, refusing to let him squirm free.

"I can’t move away," she murmured, a sly smile hidden since Maur couldn’t see. "I’m your personal maid. This is the only way to change a pullover nightgown."

"Maybe our lecherous little master *chose* pullovers… just to enjoy Daina’s special morning service?"

"No way! I’d never think something so vulgar!"

Finally freed from Daina’s suffocating "prince-hug" maneuver, Maur blurted out, flustered.

"Besides—I don’t have *time* for this! Athena returns to the Royal Capital in three months!"

If he didn’t annul the engagement before then, this villainous young master was 100% doomed to a ruined ending!

Athena Ophelia Orange—the First Imperial Princess of the Somaria Empire.

Also Maur’s fiancée.

Legend said twelve angels descended at her birth to bestow blessings:

*First Angel:* "The Lord sends me to grant you beauty even perfectionists must praise."

*Second Angel:* "Wisdom to rise above ignorance—mortals shall forever look up to you."

*Third Angel:* "Favored by light; darkness flees where you tread."

*Fourth Angel:* "No mortal blade shall harm your unbreakable form."

*Fifth… Sixth…*

Heaven’s messengers crowned her heaven’s chosen daughter—invincible from birth.

Perhaps only mythical gods could rival her.

Even the Elf Kingdom’s Grand Sage sighed: *With Athena, the Somaria Empire is invincible.*

Thus, she earned the titles: Light of Somaria, Dawn of the Empire.

This radiant, celebrated woman was Maur’s fiancée.

Thanks to this engagement, the Violet House rose from a powerless earldom to a pivotal noble house of the empire.

Countless times, others called Maur lucky—*filthy* lucky—to be betrothed to the First Princess.

Maur once agreed. Her looks? Flawless. Status? Impeccable.

And she was always patient, endlessly gentle with *him*.

Surely no better match existed in all Somaria.

Until Maur had *that* dream.

Undeniably a nightmare.

Through it, he realized his world was merely an otome game—

a *yuri* otome game!

The true protagonist? Someone else.

Maur? Just a stumbling block on her path.

Moir Elai Violet: a villain. A despicable noble scion.

And the radiant First Princess, Dawn of the Empire Athena? Canon couple with the game’s heroine.

So when the heroine appeared and plot advanced… Maur would "log out" for good.

Best case? Exiled to the frontier, dying fighting monster tides.

Worst cases? Too many:

—Stripped of title, sold into slavery, tortured to death.

—Failed rebellion, strung up on city walls to bake under the sun.

—Demon vessel, soul sacrificed to the Demon King.

Doom! Doom!! DOOM!!!

Only doomed endings awaited him once the heroine arrived.

"But *I* refuse!" Maur clenched his fists.

Why must *he* die just because she shows up?

No way!

Just… eliminate the heroine *before* the plot starts. No heroine, no story. Simple.

But first—another problem.

"Hey, Daina!" Maur shot his personal maid—and strategist—a frustrated glare. "Did you figure it out? *How* do I annul this engagement with Athena?!"

While fastening his exquisite formalwear, Daina replied in a flat, tired tone:

"My dear Young Master… you know this isn’t simple. Impossible for you alone."

"I don’t care! Just *find* a way! Solve it before Athena returns!"

Remembering Athena’s cold betrayal in the dream, rage boiled in his chest.

"Bastard! Damn it! Damn *you*, Athena!"

He’d *never* let her humiliate him with *her* annulment.

If anyone broke it off—it would be *Moir Elai Violet*.

"Oh, right." Maur smoothed his hair before the mirror, casual. "How’s that other thing I asked you to arrange?"

Daina leaned close, adjusting his collar. Her warm breath brushed his neck.

"All set. I’m sure Young Master Mavis of Duke Fred’s household will *love* your surprise."

"Hah! That bastard *will* love it!" Maur smirked, picturing Mavis—the pretty-boy noble—facing his carefully prepared roses.

"I’ve got his weakness locked down. Pollen allergy. He’ll make a *spectacle* of himself in front of everyone!"