I Saw the Ending! But What Now?

World Wars.

A PVE-focused real-time strategy war game with a unique world setting that adopts medieval to modern era elements along with some steampunk features.

I was a 10-year veteran player of that game, but the knowledge of that game didn’t help me survive in this world.

Coincidentally, I didn’t enter the game itself, but rather an alternate world modeled after the game’s setting.

The status window, inventory, or facility management screens naturally weren’t supported.

Of course, even without these convenient features, it’s not like they’re completely useless, but coincidentally, the war era didn’t mean the entire world was a battlefield.

“Honey~ Look at our daughter! Isn’t she just adorable!?”

While soldiers might be going crazy, civilians continue their daily lives, and those in power carry on with politics.

When I came to my senses, I had become a baby girl babbling in a cradle full of brilliant decorations.

“Abbubu buebue!”

After being molded in my mother’s womb for 10 months, I became a noble family’s daughter, robbed of the penis I’d had for 28 years.

But who would believe me if I honestly confessed such a shock?

Given the historical background, witch hunts and such still occasionally occurred in some regions.

To avoid suspicion, I had to act naturally, so I put all my effort into pretending to behave like a girl my age would.

Pretending to be interested in flowers and dolls like a little girl, focusing on tea time while wearing a dainty dress.

“Who does our daughter love the most?”

“I love Daddy the most!”

And as a rule, daughters tend to like their fathers best before puberty.

For a young daughter, her father is the first male she meets, and she finds the ideal image of a man from his dependable figure that protects her.

So whenever I had the chance, I would seek out my father, and at any time, I would always say that I loved Daddy the most.

“When I grow up, I’m going to marry Daddy!”

But falling into being a female happened in the blink of an eye.

The body of a girl, designed genetically to yearn for romance, had a considerable impact on my mind, and despite my 28 years of living as a man, the “I love Daddy” that I had repeatedly acted out transformed into wanting to have passionate sex with Daddy.

Of course, there might be issues like genetic diseases, but isn’t the background of this game based on the medieval era overall?

Incest was common in medieval times, so there shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Fuck off, everyone. No one can stop me.

“Seine, if you want to steal Daddy, you’ll have to beat Mommy first.”

But regardless of confidence, unexpected things happen in life.

Ironically, what thwarted my plans to achieve anything using my game knowledge was that damn mother who was always clinging to my beloved father.

Name, Celia Bertayu.

Special characteristic, the world’s strongest Sword Master.

She was a character I had never encountered while playing the game. That’s because in the game, she was treated as a recluse only mentioned in the lore.

There were some characters who used the swordsmanship she created, but that was the extent of her role in the game.

But only after directly confronting this damned woman did I realize.

No matter how extremely trained a swordsman might be in the swordsmanship this woman created, they couldn’t even compare to a speck of dirt under her nails when it came to her own abilities.

Damn, the developers probably thought this when they created her:

‘Hey, we’ve made her, but if we put her in, it’s obvious the game balance will go to hell. Let’s just have her give birth to a child and live hidden away somewhere in the empire until she dies of old age.’

In subculture terms, a self-insert daughter.

In professional terms, she was created to be no different from a Mary Sue, an ill-fated overpowered character who couldn’t even show her face in the main game.

That was my mother and the arch-nemesis who monopolized the person I loved.

“If you’d like, it doesn’t have to be swordsmanship. If you can beat Mommy by any means, I’ll acknowledge you, Seine.”

This damn sadistic mother who enjoyed repeatedly putting down a young child and making teabagging and twerking her hobby, despite receiving all sorts of benefits from the developers.

Thinking that a direct approach was clearly not the answer, I decided to pursue my strategy by any means necessary, as she desired.

Despite being the child of a swordsman, I learned magic, even adopted a religion to gain divine power…

Not satisfied with just that, I studied abroad in a medical powerhouse country to learn surgical knowledge in order to efficiently break down the human body, and even mastered pharmacy for poisoning.

But no matter what crazy things I did, I couldn’t beat that woman.

She would even raise my blood pressure by giving advice like, “Wouldn’t it be better to focus on just one thing rather than learning various skills?”

Of course, even such an arrogant bitch will eventually become an old hag, so as time passes, I, growing into a vibrant young person, should have the advantage.

“Seine, you’re getting to that age now, shouldn’t we start looking for a partner for you? I’ve found several potential matches here…”

But this is not right, fuck.

In the year I turned 16, I ran away from the crazy woman who was trying to summon a strange man into our house by sacrificing her daughter’s virginity, and I enlisted in the imperial army while hiding my identity.

If the price of quietly sucking honey in a noble family was to offer my chastity, I thought it would be better to die rolling around on the front lines.

The one fortunate thing was that since I had some experience rolling around, I could somehow manage to survive on the battlefield.

Anyway, it had been about 10 years since I ran away like that and enlisted as a boy soldier.

The war that engulfed the entire continent, which was the setting for the game I had played, finally ended in the form of a peace treaty.

I think this result was the normal ending in the game.

No, rather than the destruction of one side, everyone becoming somewhat happy might be closer to a happy ending by wartime standards.

The factions that had been fighting and hating each other for so long have finally achieved harmony~ It’s a joyous occasion, a joyous occasion~

…Well, I didn’t contribute at all to changing that situation.

Coincidentally, unlike the game where I led the war situation from the perspective of the supreme commander, all I did in this world after entering was to rise from a low-ranking soldier to an officer.

That’s a bit disappointing as a gamer, but on the other hand, there’s also something to look forward to.

Because this world is still maintained even after the end of the war, which corresponds to the ending in the game.

Of course, compared to my previous life where I lived obsessed with the game for over 10 years, now I have some sense of fulfillment and a deeper affection for this world.

Now that it’s come to this, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to start a new life in this world.

“Captain, come to think of it, you said you’re 26 years old this year, right?”

Until I heard those words from my adjutant just before being discharged.

“Ah, well, that’s right.”

“Do you have anyone in mind after you’re discharged?”

“…”

Wait.

Isn’t it a bit problematic to be a virgin until your late 20s in a woman’s body?

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About two years.

It was a time for me to reflect on my life while looking for something to do after being discharged.

Certainly, I initially became a soldier to protect my chastity, and having protected it for over 10 years, it could be said that I perfectly fulfilled my initial purpose.

But looking back, well. Can it be said that maintaining such stubbornness to the end was a good thing?

Just looking at the dicks I’ve seen in my previous life, most of them would think about their deathbeds just from making eye contact with a woman on the street, and among them, those whose aggressiveness exceeded the critical point evolved into Ada bombers who would rush into one-night stands from their first meeting.

No matter how much of an iron wall you put up, those so-called “in” guys would eventually break through even that iron wall, and ultimately get inside a woman’s embrace and even get their seeds inside.

To that extent, men are creatures who devote most of their lives to overworking their left and right testicles, which are like a second left and right brain, and naturally, as long as such guys are swarming in human society, it’s not easy to live as a virgin until your late 20s in a woman’s body.

In other words, an old maid is basically a perfect existence for the perception of ‘a woman with some defect’ to arise.

So if you care about the surrounding gazes, finding a husband as soon as possible would be the right answer, but well…

Isn’t that just the case in general circumstances?

At least my previous life was in an era that respected diversity, so prejudices could be told to fuck off, and above all, I didn’t feel any particular sense of crisis regarding relationships with the opposite sex.

Before becoming this body, I was clearly a 28-year-old man, and perhaps because of that tendency, the sexual consciousness I should have as a woman was causing considerable discord with the sexual consciousness I had as a man.

I like men, I like women… Rather than such thoughts, I just missed my unforgotten first love.

But even that, as I passed through childhood and adolescence and became an adult, such feelings were overshadowed by the thought of ‘look at reality’.

Yes, then let’s look at my current reality.

It’s strange to still like your dad at 28, but before that, isn’t it a bit odd for someone who lived as a man for 28 years to rub against a man they have no connection with?

Thinking like that, it doesn’t seem so bad to live and die as an old maid.

“Well then, Ms. Seine. I sincerely congratulate you on becoming the health teacher of this Maris Academy starting today.”

So, two years after the end of the war.

I got a job at an academy to save money necessary for a comfortable and peaceful single life afterwards.

A place built on the empire’s border, adjacent to other countries.

Originally a place used as a diplomatic venue disguised as an educational facility, and after the end of the war, it rose as a symbol of peace for harmony between countries.

What does a health teacher do in such a place… Well, just staying at school and treating injured children.

I’m also a clergy member and have learned various surgical knowledge in a medical powerhouse country.

As I’ve also acted as a military doctor on the battlefield, I thought there could be no one more suitable if I were to become a teacher.

“I’m Seine Velvet, who’s joining as the academy’s new health teacher. I look forward to working with all of you.”

On the day of my employment, after being introduced by the principal, I immediately bowed my head politely in the staff room where all the faculty members were gathered.

About half of them had a welcoming atmosphere, if only out of courtesy.

But in the eyes of the other half, I could sense an unwelcoming vibe.

The so-called ‘vibe of old-fashioned people’, that is.

“Velvet? Which country’s family is that from?”

“Ah, well, it’s not really grand enough to call it a family.”

For reference, I abandoned the surname Bertayu when I ran away from my family.

Seine Velvet.

Now, I was a commoner of orphan origin with such a name.

“Ah~ So you’re of common birth?”

“A commoner who managed to get employed at this academy. Well, I suppose as a health teacher, you’d have relatively less work to do.”

Oh my, yes yes~ How nice it must be to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth and live without difficulties, you spineless golden spoon bastards~

I suppressed the reflexive mockery that was about to burst out with an ambiguous smile.

After all, isn’t this an era where the superiority of class is sky-high in any country, including the empire?

It’s obvious that there will be all sorts of crazy shit from all directions in the future, so getting pissed off at every little provocation like this would only be a loss for me.

Yeah, let’s ignore those guys and just think about my own situation.

I’ll work hard for just about 10 years, then buy a rural territory, gather territory residents, collect taxes, buy a few buildings in the system, and live off real estate speculation.

All for enjoying a comfortable single life until old age.