The maid's name was Eli. She was the same age as Vivian and had been his personal maid since childhood.
From the day she was assigned to him, she had stayed by his side.
She helped him dress, brought his meals, and stayed awake on nights when he fell sick.
To her, Vivian was not just her master.
He was someone she had watched grow up, someone she silently cared for.
Because of that, his sudden change hurt her deeply.
Just a few years ago, this young man had been the pride of the family.
Everyone spoke of him with respect. He was polite, calm, and kind to servants and nobles alike.
He never raised his voice and never looked down on others.
Eli remembered those days clearly.
She remembered his gentle smile and the way he always thanked her for even the smallest task.
But since last year, everything had changed.
Vivian no longer stayed at home. He spent most of his time in taverns and red light districts.
