Later, I realized that in that moment I wasn't a character inside a story anymore—
I had become the narrator of the story myself.
Walking through the palace, I began introducing my own family.
The Desk family—
a name that people here spoke with respect.
My father, Narco Desk, was a member of the Senator Council of the Guptes Empire.
His presence alone carried authority—few words, heavy impact.
My stepmother, Rose Desk, the first wife of the Desk family,
and her children—Conte Desk, Louis Desk, and Nile Desk.
The second wife—my mother—Radha Desk.
She was no longer part of this world.
And from her were born me and my younger sister, Moon Desk.
The introductions had barely ended when my father's gaze fell on the girl standing beside me.
"Jona," he asked calmly,
"who is this girl?"
I answered without hesitation.
"Her name is Historia Chester."
The girl standing next to me said nothing,
but there was a brief pause on her face.
Master decided my name… without even asking,
she thought to herself.
I continued speaking.
"I found her while returning from the exam. She has no home.
I want you to give her a job as a maid in our house."
Father glanced at his watch.
"Not now," he said.
"I have to go to the Council. I can't take the interview."
Then he added,
"Alisha will handle it."
Soon, Historia was taken to a separate room.
Inside, a strict yet controlled voice echoed.
"My name is Alisha,"
the woman said.
"I am the Head of the Maids of this house.
And I will take your interview."
Historia stood quietly.
Alisha spoke directly,
"I will ask you only one question.
And you must answer it clearly and honestly."
Outside the room, I stood casually.
Only one thought was running through my mind—
for an AI, clearing an interview like this shouldn't be a big deal.
After some time, we were brought back into the same room.
Alisha asked the question—
"What are the true responsibilities of a maid toward her master?"
Historia began answering with a faint smile.
"First—honesty and trustworthiness," she said.
"Complete honesty regarding the master's house, belongings, money, and private matters.
Doing work on time, not being absent without notice,
and taking every responsibility seriously."
Her voice was steady.
"Second—cleanliness and order.
Maintaining every part of the house at a high standard of cleanliness,
and ensuring that every item stays in its proper place."
Alisha listened without interrupting.
"Third—security and confidentiality.
The private life of the master should never go outside.
Taking care of the house's security—doors, windows, everything."
Historia continued,
"Fourth—respect and behavior.
Speaking respectfully with the master and every family member,
and following the given instructions."
Finally, she added,
"And fifth—initiative and alertness.
Trying to understand the master's needs without being told,
and immediately informing them of any problem."
Silence filled the room for a few moments.
Alisha looked at Historia.
Then nodded slightly.
"Alright," she said.
"You are appointed as a maid in this house."
Then she stepped outside and gave me the good news.
I let out a quiet breath of relief.
When the whole family found out that Historia Chester had been hired as a maid,
the first person whose reaction changed was Conte Desk.
The dissatisfaction on her face was obvious.
I said nothing,
but from her expressions, I understood.
That's how my elder sister is,
I thought.
There was no one more beautiful in the entire house—
but after Historia arrived,
something had changed.
Conte's eyes kept drifting toward Historia again and again.
The jealousy was clear—barely even hidden.
Historia's beauty was different.
Not flashy,
but there was something in her eyes
that drew attention.
And that was exactly what bothered Conte.
I looked into her eyes
and understood without a doubt—
she would definitely try to humiliate Historia.
Alisha didn't let the situation escalate.
She gestured to Historia.
"Come," she said.
"I'll show you the maid quarters."
Both of them left.
I said nothing.
I turned straight toward my room.
As soon as I entered,
I looked around.
This room was mine—
yet not completely mine.
Royal, king-like furniture,
a bed in the center twice the size of the bed from my previous world,
a bookshelf against the wall,
a study table,
windows through which sunlight always poured in
and offered a beautiful outside view,
a table beside the window with two chairs
where drinking morning tea felt special,
purple-colored walls—
Everything felt familiar,
yet as if it belonged to someone else who had left it behind.
I slowly began observing the room.
That's when my eyes fell on a notebook.
A plain cover,
slightly worn pages.
I picked it up.
It was Jona Desk's notebook—
the body I now existed in.
It contained daily records.
What was studied,
who was met,
what was done on which day.
Every page
was a record of a life
that wasn't mine—
But had now become my responsibility.
I closed the notebook.