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Because of the curfew, I had to leave after only two hours, and we had to part ways.

She’s a cherished maiden in the Holy Kingdom.

Even in the original work, the people from the Holy Kingdom were shocked.

I returned to my lodging after parting ways with the maiden.

It was already dark outside.

Did the maiden dream about her past life?

Was the maiden an angel who worshipped a god in her past life?

I’ve never heard such a story before.

From the moment of possession, I meticulously noted every episode related to this novel in my notebook.

Among them, I particularly detailed the heroines who play a crucial role in the story, so there’s no way I could be confused about the important figure, the maiden.

That is purely due to me…

But the maiden was unaware of my existence.

Does it make sense for her to dream about me? No, more importantly, why does she believe that dream as if it were real?

“Mmm…”

Many unexpected things have happened, but despite this, I have achieved the initial goal of forming a friendly relationship with the maiden.

This has led to an abundance of connections for someone like me, whose abilities are meager and status is nothing more than a viscount.

It’s okay.

I never thought everything would go according to plan anyway.

Plans can always be adjusted.

I approached the desk and took out a small notebook from the drawer.

The first thing I created upon coming to this world, the possessed person’s notebook.

This notebook contains information on artifacts and hidden pieces that can be found and obtained within the academy.

Strange as it may seem, I’ve also formed a friendship with the maiden. Somehow, I’ll persuade her to obtain these artifacts.

It would be impossible with just my own strength, but with the maiden’s help, it’s possible.

And as I gradually obtain these artifacts, I will grow and someday…

The future, which had been bleak, began to feel brighter.

Creak

Until the window of my old room opens.

“Huh?”

A mysterious figure wrapped in a robe was entering my room through the window.

What is this again?

An assassin?

To someone as humble as me, a viscount?

Could it be that someone who secretly loved the saint is jealous of me?

This is really too much.

Even though I planned based on original information, what an unexpected variable!

I was frozen with fear until the unidentified assailant closed the window and entered my room.

I couldn’t do anything out of terror.

I learned swordsmanship and magic, but they are all useless.

I have no practical experience either.

With this incompetent body, there’s no way I can face an assassin.

Moreover, that assailant. Except for the initial creaking sound, no other sound occurred when they entered.

At least he must have some level of skill.

Not comparable to someone like me.

Unfair.

But would I die like this?

Even if it’s unfair, I’ll fight back.

“What rudeness in the middle of the night!”

To not appear weak, I shouted loudly at the assailant.

The assailant, looking at me while still covering their face with the robe, flinched.

“I am Vissus Grangnion! The…!”

“Vissus!”

Just as the assailant tried to continue speaking, they removed the hood covering their head.

Underneath, a lustrous pink hair was revealed. The skin below was so fair that it shone.

The eyes, nose, and lips densely gathered…

Wait a moment.

Isn’t this a familiar face?

“Sophia?”

The only daughter of the President of the Republic, a powerful nation currently vying for hegemony on the continent against the empire.

Sophia de Roubellion.

There’s no way I could have mistaken her.

She was also one of the heroines who were supposed to somehow cause trouble.

Why is one of the three most important figures at the academy in my room?

“Vissus!”

“Eek!”

Sophia completely threw off the robe and rushed towards me.

“Remember! My Versus! Yes. It wasn’t just me who returned! You remember too!”

Sophia hugged me so tightly that it was hard to breathe.

“Just a moment….”

W-What kind of strength is this!

“Hmm? Oh. I’m sorry, Versus!”

Realizing I couldn’t breathe properly, Sophia let go of me.

*Cough cough…*

“I’m really sorry. I got too excited about meeting you again, and the fact that you remember me, I almost made another mistake.”

Once I escaped from Sophia, I finally had the leisure to fully examine her.

Sophia, dressed only in underwear, had come straight to me.

I felt dizzy in the spectacle of her flesh-colored revelry.

Even her scent at close range was almost unbearable.

“Oops.”

Not being able to look at her properly, Sophia quickly found a robe and covered herself.

Seeing her face turn slightly red, it seemed she was feeling embarrassed as well.

*Ahem… Anyway, you. Remembering me, right?”

With a flushed face, she asked me.

“Remember…?”

I pretended to be a regular viscount’s daughter.

“It’s me! We fought monsters together! We went on adventures together! We even fought the Demon King together!”

…Huh?

I paused for a moment at Sophia’s absurd words.

What on earth is she talking about?

Sophia never went on a separate adventure before the main story, and there’s no Demon King in this novel.

Did she have a strange dream or something?

“Is that… something you don’t remember?”

As I stood there dumbfounded, Sophia asked me with a pitiful voice.

I can’t understand what’s going on with these memories and situations right now.

“No, stop it!”

“No, wait a minute…!”

Sophia rushed at me again.

I lay down on the bed, and Sophia ended up straddling me.

“Is it that you truly can’t remember? The adventures we had together… comforting me, who lost everything, and the night we cried together… the promise to defeat the demon king and get married to have a child together…?”

Tears began to form in Sophia’s eyes as she looked down at me.

“…I see. In that case, I’m nothing more than Sophia, the daughter of the Republic’s president, to you.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything in response to her truly sorrowful expression.

“But I won’t give up on you.”

Sophia wrapped her arms around me for comfort.

Her sweet scent filled my nose, and her warmth enveloped my entire body.

“Only you, the rightful lover of Sophia de Ruelleon, can exist.”

Rustle

Sophia stood by the window, covering her face with a robe.

“I’m sorry for waking you up so late at night. I wasn’t in my right mind either.”

She spoke with forced composure, but I could see the compassion in her eyes from within the robe.

“Let’s meet at the academy. My love.”

Creak

She appeared like the wind, opened the window, and vanished in an instant.

It was an overwhelming physical ability that didn’t suit her lofty status.

I may not know English, but I’ve gained a significant bond with Sophia.

Her help will surely be invaluable in the future.

But even if that’s the case, isn’t this just a delusion, and is she lying to me?

* * *

“Hehehe… meeting the prince again. How lucky I am.”

Saint Artoria lay on the bed, giggling softly.

“This must also be the grace of the gods. Allowing me to meet the prince again despite my sins!”

Artoria closed her eyes again in an attempt to sleep, but she was too excited to rest.

“Ugh… I can’t do it. I’ll just make sure the current prince is safe and then try to sleep!”

With a wicked thought that she might be able to see even Vortigern’s bathing scene if she did well, Artoria secretly activated a sacred magic that allowed her to see a distant place.

“Because it is for the purpose of serving my lord, even the deuce will forgive me!”

Wuuung

A level of sacred magic so high that even the Pope could not use it as he pleased unfolded.

With a level of skill that would have been impossible for Artoria before dreaming.

“Where… where… is our lord…?”

The scenery inside Vortigern’s room floated up in a lump.

In it, Artoria saw.

A pink-haired maid dared to defile her lord.

Crack

The pillar of the bed that the saint was holding broke and turned into dust.