So, a good friend of mine has been pestering me none stop for months to write a Yandere or a romantic genre for Attack on Titan. If I didn't start this one, then I would have to stop Der Rupel and that was not an option!

With that being said, this is an [AU] set in an old world theme possibly England or Germany. Our star, Levi is a rich lad who offers his mansion to those who need refuge. The only price is you must work for his estate to pay your room and board.

But what happens when a witch who no longer wants her land used for mass production threatens his company? What lengths will the Lord go to save his name and wealth? What young girl has he hooked into his corruptive plot?

Inspired by Princess Mononoke~

All your favorite Attack on Titan Characters are thrown into this scary tale of how greed can get the better of you.

What be a sin?
An act of injustice or someone who turns a blind eye to obvious truth?
You decide.

"So I hear the Lord is going to be acquiring a new assistant," Petra giddily said. A flap of the sheets filled the air. A girl by the name of Sasha, whose stomach constantly rumbles at all hours of the day, let out a moan of despair.

"Sounds like extra work with no snack breaks. Speaking of which when is dinner?" Sasha asked with pity in her eyes. Petra, the other maid, placed her hands on her hips.

"I can't believe all you worry about is food. Goodness Sasha, we are talking about being the main attendant to Lord Ackerman. The most successful young gentleman since his grandfather's era and all you can think about are stuffing your cheeks? Seriously, figure out your priorities won't you. Don't you agree, [F/N]?"

My hands tucked the pressed sheets under mattress. The sweet scent of fresh soap filled the room and I couldn't help but recall an old memory of mom tending to our clothes.

"[F/N]?"

My attention was drawn from my duty. "Huh?" I asked. Petra puffed her cheeks clearly irritated by my lack of focus.

"Are you not in the least interested in this opportunity?"

I moved to the next corner of the bed. "Opportunity for what?" Petra fluffed a pillow before placing it near the carved ornate headboard. The gold trims on each items match beautifully.

She huffed. "I said, are you not excited about the possibility of being the head assistant for Lord Ackerman? It really is a once in a life time opportunity."

I lightly smiled. "Well, if Lord Ackerman actually paid a fair price and didn't require these corsets. I might actually consider applying." Sasha lazily handed me another blanket.

"How about if we actually got seconds. Oh and tea time too! Can you imagine tasting those delicious biscuits-"Sasha began to drool. Petra slapped her shoulder.

"Damnit Sasha, don't get the sheets wet again! You know how Lord Ackerman feels about the furniture." She sighed, "you're lucky this isn't his room and just a guest, otherwise we would have had to hand wash all over again."

Sasha groaned before weakly making her way out the doorway. I could hear the click of her shoes as she headed down the hall. Her heavy steps were the obvious signs of her malnourishment, in Sasha's mind that is.

Petra shook her head. "What are we going to do with her?" I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Petra was always flustered since the day I arrived. She had been working at the Ackerman residence for some time and should have been considered head maid for her countless over time hours. But, Petra did it for attention more than a promotion. Everyone knew she had a massive crush for the owner of the estate. Some found it to be annoying; I on the other hand thought it was cute. After all, every girl once in her life, has to experience that pounding heart and butterflies in their stomach when they looked upon that certain boy.

"She's just into her stomach that's all." I replied as I finished the final crease of top blanket. Everything was in order and the area spotless.

"Yeah, except she's going to make the Lord furious if she leaves a slim pools everywhere she lingers. You're still new, so you don't have the comprehension of how angry he can get," Petra said. I dusted off my hands and shrugged.

"True, but I was there the day Connie peeled the potato's wrong. So, I have a pretty good idea of how things would have gone down." I returned another snicker. Petra couldn't help but giggle too.

We all agreed, all workers, that Lord Ackerman had a few screws loose.

Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps came tearing down the hall. A painting boy stood in the doorway. His clothes ragged from factory work and his skin drenched from a hard afternoon's work.

"Petra we have to-" The young boy paused then his eyes lite up, "Oh [F/N] I-I didn't notice you there. H-how are you?"

"I'm good Eren, thanks. You alright you look as though you just saw a ghost?" I asked, as I looked him over. He blinked before he ran a nervous hand through his choppy hair. He cleared his throat.

"Y-yeah I'm alright. I just-" Eren tried to stutter but Petra interrupted.

"What is it you were going to tell us?" That was my friend for you; she demanded details first and side talk later. Her only priority was the estate and nothing more.

Eren caught his breath. "I just got word that Lord Ackerman is expecting company this evening! I believe it's the Commanders from the Lord's private business. The others are saying it's on accounts of how the operations are being handled over seas. You both know about the island, right?"

"Well of coarse," Petra snapped.

"No," I said plainly back. Both of my friends starred at me in shock. "What?"

Petra waved away my obliviousness, "We'll discuss it later. So what's the problem then?"

Eren gulped, "Connie says that there isn't enough food to make that many meals for tonight and the Lord is expecting an entire feast for the evening!" Petra's mouth dropped.

"At exactly what time?"

"Eight sharp." Eren dreadfully replied. Petra gasped before her faced pumped in a bright red hue.

"That idiot! How can he call himself the head cook if he doesn't consider additional guests? My god, can he do anything right? Why hasn't he been fired yet?" Petra screamed. Eren simply shook his head at the situation. I looked at two of them in confusion.

"What's the problem? There is a garden out back, we can just pull some more vegetables and if the owner wants we have several chickens and pigs left that could prepared for tonight-" I stopped when Eren came forward.

"Are you insane, [F/N]? Everyone knows that the garden is off limits once the sun begins to set."

I darted my eyes around. "Why? Does the owner not allow employees after hours-?"

"No i-it's not that. It has to do with the stories of the wondering souls who are desperate to find a body to take as their host. You know because they have been murdered? It's like the legend of the Bloody Marry, you say her name three times while looking at a mirror and-" I held up my hand before Eren could continue.

"You believe that myth?" I asked slightly humored. Eren was speechless before I made my way past him and began to undo my white apron. Petra called out to me.

"[F/N] you are not seriously going to do that are you?"

I waved to her. "I'll be back in no time. Take over my shift while I am gone!"

"Be careful [F/N]!" Eren hollered.

And with that I made my way down several stairs and passed countless rooms. If it weren't for the help of my friends, I would have never managed to remember any location. I had only been accepted into the estate about twelve weeks ago and since then I have carried a very dark secret.

There is no such thing as monsters…

There is no such thing…

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