Siman could never have imagined Hale would commit such an act.

The Xia Kingdom—the most prosperous dynasty on the Eastern Continent, its lands spanning tens of thousands of miles—had stood as the Western Continent’s perceived adversary for a millennium. Ever since the first Hero and the Holy Church slew the Demon God and ended the Demon God Era.

So Hale, son of a duke and general, had become a spy for the Xia Kingdom?

Wait… Hale as a Xia Kingdom spy?

At most, he’d just been duped by a female agent.

“Right, Siman? Don’t you think the Inquisition Bureau’s being absurd?”

“Yes… Mother. I’ll accompany Investigator Yafuman to House Faxius shortly. Please don’t worry.”

Siman wasn’t entirely convinced.

But if Hale truly became a traitor over some Xia Kingdom seductress? She’d personally toss him into a Papal Dominion cell for a few days—teach him a lesson. Let that fool think twice before chasing women again.

…

At this very moment, Hale savored premium wine and steak at the Faxius estate. As a general’s son, basics like food and shelter were never a concern. When the servant asked his dinner preference, Hale blinked at the multi-page custom menu. He’d wanted tuna slices shipped from the Northern lands—but was told he rarely ate them lately; the stock had turned. After a pause, he simply ordered what was fresh. Life was good.

“Young Master, are you pleased with today’s ingredients?”

The maid in pink-and-white uniform bowed deeply, silver tray in hand. The custom outfit’s low neckline offered an unexpected glimpse of fair, captivating skin.

“Mm. It’s fine.”

Hale—the young master in a relaxed white shirt—smiled gently.

The maid stepped back, cheeks flushed with surprise.

*Why is the second young master smiling today? So… softly?*

Lofu wondered. She’d never dislike him, no matter what. After all, Hale had bought her from an auction. Serving in House Faxius was infinitely better than ending up with some greasy, middle-aged buyer.

“Oh, Young Master… those ultra-thin black stockings trending in Saint Louis? I bought a few pairs. But… they clash with this outfit. The new uniform’s still being tailored, so…”

She murmured beside him, voice soft as a mosquito’s buzz.

Hale heard clearly. He glanced at Lofu—face crimson as boiled shrimp—and suddenly remembered.

*Right.*

He *did* have a little maid. That low-cut, underarm-baring uniform? He’d thought *“bold.”* Never expected her to buy multiple pairs of black stockings.

*Why so many? For…?*

*Sigh…*

Wait.

Something felt off.

This game had insane freedom. The male lead—crafted with the dev’s mischievous flair—allowed deep customization. Non-default mode let players reshape Hale’s face and tweak starting traits. Lofu wasn’t essential; purely optional.

He *had* set up a maid.

And in *that* playthrough? Wildly unrestrained.

He’d built Hale as the ultimate womanizing pervert: flirting with Siman since childhood, chasing every noble lady in the capital. Checked every box—【uniform fetish】, 【leg fetish】, 【stocking fetish】—all of them. A legend even kinks would bow to.

“No way… Did I transmigrate straight into *that* playthrough’s settings?”

A chill crept into Hale’s chest. That *was* his last session. Thrilling? Yes. But he’d shelved it—too high risk of dying fast, derailing the whole plot.

Then… he woke up *here*.

“Young Master? Your face… Did Lofu do poorly? If you want to see them now, I’ll fetch them!”

*Pink-and-white with black stockings… weird. White would suit better. Or… just sit beside him? Let him touch my legs?*

“No, no—don’t rush.”

If this world matched that setup? Stockings were the *least* of his worries. Mortality rate was maxed out. Who cared about black or white?

“Well…”

“It’s nothing. You did great, Lofu.”

“No… I understand. Excuse me, Young Master.”

Lofu knew his moods. Pleasing him was simple: wear what he liked. Beyond that, she felt she offered little.

Hale wanted to explain—but couldn’t. He needed to replay the game’s plot, his own settings.

Lofu’s retreating figure vanished from view.

*Playboy trait aside… nothing irreversible yet. Siman clearly hates me. Always would—her core design’s yuri-leaning. Devs made the heroine naturally avoid men, even dislike them…*

*…to let side heroines be “turned” later, and heighten the contrast when forced to interact with me for EXP.*

*But… stay calm. As long as I—*

Suddenly, the maid sprinted back, flustered.

“Young Master! Something’s wrong!”

“What—”

Before Hale finished, Siman emerged from the corridor behind Lofu—beside a middle-aged man in dark gold robes, a blood-red cross emblazoned over his right chest.

*Inquisition Bureau Investigator uniform.*

Ordinary Saint Louis security fell to the police. Only classified or 【A】-level cases drew these investigators.

*Yafuman. A named NPC.*

Dread stirred.

Yet Hale stayed calm. “Siman. What brings you and this Investigator to House Faxius?”

“Hale! Did you get tangled with some black-haired Xia Kingdom woman? You’re in deep trouble!”

Siman stared sharply. *So composed? Is his brain filled with nothing but women? So dense.*

“Speak plainly.”

Hale searched his memory. Last contact with a Xia woman? Years ago.

“Still denying it? You’ve been used—and don’t even know it!” Siman clenched her teeth slightly, frustration sharp in her voice. If House Faxius fell for espionage, it would shatter her uncle—Hale’s father.

“So what *is* it?”

“Hall Fasius,” Yafuman intoned, flashing a black-and-gold warrant. “The Inquisition Bureau suspects you of selling state secrets to Great Xia, severely endangering the Western Continent Alliance. Come with me.”

Hale’s stomach dropped.

*Seriously? Branded a Western Continent traitor… right at the start?*