The Case When I Created A Secret Society of Darkness Because I Reincarnated As A Villain, But For So

[Melissa’s POV]

It has been a week since I had a date with Master to rescue His Highness Claude and some other f*****g worm.

In the end, we exposed the Hohenheim family’s crimes and destroyed them. However, we didn’t manage to catch William, the mastermind behind this incident.

In the meantime, I, Melissa, am still working for Master today, and my main job is to teach assassination techniques to other slaves.

I am a former maid of the Kvist family and a skilled assassin. I was everyone’s favourite combat maid until recently.

I thought I was living a fulfilling life back then, but one day, I realized that such life was black and white and tasteless.

In other words, my life was just like a grilled steak without salt, pepper, or sauce.

Not that it was bad, but once you taste one with spices, you can never go back to a steak grilled without anything else.

It was Kaisar-sama who taught me that.

I still vividly recall that day.

The exhilaration of being put down to my knees after a rough chop and the overwhelming strength made me realize that I had no other choice but to die.

I could neither run away nor fight back, and the only thing left was to beg for forgiveness on the ground soaked in the liquid that I had soiled myself with, and it was a blissful time, as the sweetest of moments.

I can still recall it vividly, and when I do remember, I writhe in ecstasy.

Yes, it was at that moment that I vehemently realized that I was ‘alive,’ and when I got forgiven, it deeply imprinted in my body.

And then, like a tsunami, a sense of happiness came rushing in.

The joy of being alive, which I could only feel because I had almost experienced death so vividly.

Now that I experienced this feeling, there is no way I can go back to my old days of simply wasting away my daily life, unaware of death or life.

Ahh, Kaisar-sama. My Master, My God.

Please let me—this lowly me— taste that sense of happiness once again.

Merely looking at Kaisar-sama, I get flashbacks of that time, re-experiencing the fear and happiness, but it is still not as good as what I felt that day.

“Haah, I don’t know what to do.”

How should I let Kaisar-sama know to satisfy my desires? I am not sure if I am allowed to beg him in the first place. I am nothing but a mere slave.

But if I were to be punished by him, I wonder… I wonder… What will happen to me!?

“What’s wrong, Melissa? It’s unusual for you to be sighing.”

“Ju-Julianna… nn. T-there’s absolutely nothing wrong.”

“Is that so? I could see that something was bothering you, alright. I’ll wait until you want to talk, Melissa.”

“Thank you, Julianna. But I’m all right, really. I was just thinking about Master.”