Imprisonment Isn’t My Thing

I possessed the role of the villainess’s maid—
the one responsible for brainwashing and taming the male lead brought in from a slave market.

‘If he regains his senses, I’m doomed.’

To survive, I swapped out the brainwashing drug and secretly contacted the male lead’s family.

I successfully rescued him and thought I could now exit quietly and live a normal life.

“Master, please don’t abandon me.”

The brainwashed male lead began clinging to me instead of the villainess.

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Under the pretense of ensuring his mental stability, I was forcibly kept at the duke’s residence.
Wait a second—what about my mental health?

“Master, my body hurts so much.”
“Aren’t you going to praise me today for doing well?”

Even after plenty of time, the male lead shows no signs of breaking free from his brainwashing.
I need to escape before the villainess discovers where I am.

Well, the saintess female lead can take care of his health anyway, right?

“Please stay healthy, young master.”

That’s what I thought as I officially declared my retirement.

“Master, where do you think you’re going?”

His eyes, locking onto me, burned with intensity.

“Master must always stay by my side—watching, remembering, and worrying over everything I eat, drink, and say from the closest place possible.”

He still calls me “Master” obediently, but his tone has completely changed.

You… You really haven’t come back to your senses, have you?