[Translator - Peptobismol]
[Proofreader - Demon God]
Chapter 1 - Gallimard (1)
It’s already been three years since I ended up in this world.
A ti that could be considered both short and long.
I wandered through this place where I was suddenly thrown.
- Maybe I’ll be able to return if I just wait a little longer...?
At first, I held onto that hope, but in the end, I had no choice but to accept reality.
The original story’s event dates were fast approaching.
Yeah, that was it exactly.
Transmigration is cold.
So cold it’s enough to freeze you to death.
‘I liked gas, but I never wished for my life itself to beco one.’
A sinking feeling washed over .
I couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped my lips.
Standing there with my hand pressed against my forehead, I saw the reflection of shimring blonde hair in the mirror.
“......”
I silently stared at the face reflected back at .
Soft, flowing blonde hair, half-closed eyelids, and a sly-looking smile.
The typical look of a "squinty-eyed character."
Judas Snakes.
That was the na of the body I possessed.
Of all people, why did it have to be soone like this?
The mastermind who serves as the final boss in every route, the traitor who betrays the protagonist’s party in every route.
The main culprit behind every catastrophic ending.
I tried to beat this bastard 1,943 tis in my attempts to clear the ga.
I can’t even count how many tis I faced defeat.
Even when I miraculously defeated him in the final attempt, they dragged right back in without hesitation.
I didn’t even get to see the ending I’d been waiting for. Damn it.
“Haha... How delightful.”
I ant to spit out a curse, but what ca out was this ridiculous way of speaking.
And the voice was so calm, too.
It was far from what you’d expect from soone genuinely angry.
This was all thanks to this damn body.
-Ding!
[The trait 'Smiling Mask' has been activated.]
[You remain composed in any situation. Basic decorum is maintained, and your inner emotions do not surface.]
A blue screen floated before my eyes.
It was the status window, just like in the ga.
I let out a low hum as I stared at the text. But of course, thanks to the trait, it ca out as a cheerful tune and a smoldering gaze.
‘Trait, Smiling Mask.’
Always keeping a relaxed smile and maintaining a sly deanor.
I guess it was added to reinforce the "squinty-eyed character" vibe.
Rude behavior is automatically filtered out, and any actions that go against the character’s nature are suppressed. Just like now.
“My word.”
= Damn it.
“Goodness gracious.”
= This is fucked up.
“Hmm, I can hardly believe it.”
= What the hell kind of bullshit is this?
It’s roughly like that.
The weird mix of formal speech in my words is also thanks to the trait.
As if possessing the final boss wasn’t bad enough, it even stops from cursing.
‘This is just depressing.’
I can’t call shit “shit,” and I can’t call fuck “fuck.”
I’m sure this must be how *Hong Gil-dong felt.
[TL/N: *Reference to the “The Story of Hong Gildong”.]
I swallowed down my tears.
Suppressing my frustration, I tidied up my clothes, and soon, a voice called out from beyond the door.
-Young Master, it’s ti to leave.
It was the servant in charge of attending to .
I signaled that I understood and finished preparing myself.
Today was a special day.
It was the day I would finally leave the Snakes estate, where I’d spent the past three years, and head to the academy.
How much ti had I spent tiptoeing around?
A mansion devoid of any trace of humanity.
It was like a desert shrouded in night.
Cold, dark, and lonely.
At last, the day had co for to leave this damned place and head for the hope-filled academy.
‘Well... even if I put it that way, it’s not like I don’t appreciate possessing a noble’s son.’
If I had possessed a beggar or a slave, I wouldn’t have lasted long enough to adapt—I’d probably be dead by now.
Though that doesn’t an I’m happy about being Judas.
I shook off those idle thoughts and walked toward the prepared carriage.
“Please travel safely.”
The butler’s farewell was cold and formal.
There wasn’t even a hint of affection in his chanically bowed posture. It was just... colorless.
I stood there silently, watching him.
Once I left for the academy, I wouldn’t return for at least three years.
Yet there was no sign of concern or regret.
The other servants were the sa.
Not one of them showed any warmth.
‘...The Count didn’t even co to see off.’
A strangely cold mansion.
Servants devoid of kindness.
A count who doesn’t bother to see off his only child.
It was a harsh environnt.
Growing up in such a place, it’s no wonder the kid turned out this way.
Did Judas have a backstory after all?
I clicked my tongue softly and turned away.
“Well then, I’ll be off.”
It didn’t really concern .
The reasons behind the mastermind’s desire to destroy the world—none of that interested .
Unfeeling gazes fixed on .
They were like winter itself.
But I deftly brushed off the icy atmosphere. I was used to this kind of chill.
I simply boarded the carriage.
***
‘The World Seen by the Little Prince.’
Or, as it’s often shortened, TWSP.
It was a ga that once took the world by storm, and the title of the work I now found myself in.
It was widely regarded as the undisputed leader in the action RPG genre.
With outstanding combat chanics, dazzling visuals, and stunning female characters, the ga had plenty of appealing points. But what garnered the most praise was its story.
A fantasy reinterpretation of a classic children’s tale that everyone was familiar with.
The unique setting was what drew to play the original ga in the first place.
-What’s this... The Little Prince?
-People keep saying it’s fun. Maybe I’ll give it a shot for kicks.
Back then, I had no idea.
That I’d end up as a ga addict uploading strategy guides online.
Or that I’d beco obsessed with finding a hidden ending, only to possess a character in the ga.
If I could go back, I’d click that refund button without hesitation.
But what’s done is done.
“How unfortunate.”
= Life’s a bitch.
I muttered to myself, shaking off the stray thoughts.
Before was the towering main gate.
It seed I’d arrived at my destination while I was lost in thought.
I looked around.
Tall walls, beautifully paved paths, grand buildings.
Taking in the scenery, it started to feel real.
Scenes I’d only ever seen through a screen were now unfolding right before my eyes.
‘Gallimard Academy.’
The original story takes place here.
The narrative unfolds around the daily life and events at the academy.
A faint sense of nostalgia bubbled up inside .
It made feel a little warm and fuzzy.
It was a natural reaction.
Reality might be brutal, but I was still a diehard fan of [The World Seen by the Little Prince].
It was only natural to get a little sentintal over these small things.
“Haha... It’s even more impressive than I imagined.”
The continent’s top educational institution.
Its grandeur was befitting of its reputation.
The academy was so vast that it was practically the size of a small city.
I walked along, recalling the descriptions I’d read in the lore books.
Near the main gate, a large crowd bustled.
It seed they were here for today’s entrance exam.
Everyone looked like they had gathered for that purpose. I stood quietly, listening in.
-So, what do you think about this year’s entrance exam?
-I’m confident, of course!
-Hmm... There sure are a lot of competitors this ti.
-Tell about it. There are way too many kids from prestigious families this year.
-Ah~ I’m so hungry!
The kids chatted away, their voices a mix of nervousness and excitent.
The scene was brimming with a warm, lively energy.
Maybe because I’d spent so much ti in that dreary mansion.
Just being surrounded by their chatter was enough to make feel at ease.
‘Yeah, this is what a place with actual people is like.’
I gently lifted the corners of my mouth into a smile.
Thanks to the trait, it ca off as a rather dangerous and sly grin, but I let it slide.
As I was idly passing the ti—
-Do you have any idea whose path you’ve dared to block?!
-How dare a lowly commoner like you...!
I caught a hint of discord in the air.
A shrill voice pierced through the noise.
Turning toward its source, I saw a crowd gathered around a particular spot.
A girl was on the ground there.
-I-I’m sorry... I was lost in thought and bumped into him by mistake.
It was obvious at a glance that sothing was up.
Judging by the bits of conversation I overheard, it seed the girl had collided with so noble’s child.
-What if the Young Master had gotten hurt?!
-I’m sorry... hic...
The truth was, the one who got hurt was the girl.
She was the one sprawled on the ground, the one with bruises, the one with tears welling up in her eyes.
But since when did spoiled brats ever care about such things?
They were just picking on her because she got in their way.
I scratched my head indifferently.
It’s best not to get involved in things like this.
I wasn’t interested in triggering troubleso events.
I was just about to lose interest and turn away when I caught a glimpse of the girl’s face.
“...Huh?”
Pink hair flowing down to her waist.
Shimring green eyes that sparkled like dew.
A cute, puppy-like expression, and a slender yet toned figure.
I knew this character.
“Regia Filarts...?”
Regia Filarts.
The lead character who drives the story in [The World Seen by the Little Prince] and the most prominent figure in the ga.
In other words, the protagonist of the original story.
The distinctive outfit made it easy to recognize her at a glance.
Since her design was inspired by the "Pilot" character from the children’s tale, she wore so unique gear.
A sowhat rugged-style jacket, worn leather gloves, and flight goggles hanging around her neck.
There was only one person with such a getup.
“This is why commoners are so inferior!”
“Ugh, hic... I’m sorry...”
I found myself moving toward her, as if drawn in.
Toward the girl who was trembling and repeatedly bowing her head in tears.
“I-I didn’t an to... The Young Master suddenly rushed over, and...”
“Are you blaming now?”
“B-But... I really was just standing still.”
“How dare this insolent wench!”
“Eek...!”
The noble brat was making absurd claims and intimidating the girl.
He was completely letting his guard down, relying on the power of his escort knights.
I quietly approached from behind and lifted my foot.
“Oops~ Pardon !”
Then I kicked him right in the ass.
[Translator - Peptobismol]
[Proofreader - Demon God]
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