I Seem to Have Been Reincarnated, So I Tried to Get Everyone to Sensibly Handle the Broken Engagement—In the End, I Didn’t Even Know What "Serves You Right" Meant — Part 1

“Seriously…?”

I just remembered something huge. And honestly, I’d rather not deal with it.

So, let me rewind time a little and explain.

I, Farsil, am the third son of an earl and the son of a knight commander. Not the heir, mind you, just the third son—an odd position to be in. Still, my father’s reputation looms large, and I grew up under rigorous discipline, excelling in both academics and combat. Whether it’s thanks to that or not, I now serve as a guard for the crown prince.

Appearance-wise? I’ve got silvery-blue hair and bright green eyes. Thanks to my training, my build is fairly sturdy, but people tend to describe my looks as fresh and cool, which I guess means I’m not hard on the eyes.

Honestly, though, what kind of two-dimensional character does that make me? But let’s not jump to conclusions just yet.

At that moment, I had finished my daily training and was heading to the crown prince as usual. On the way, I saw a woman staggering ahead of me down the corridor.

Before I could even think “this is dangerous,” my body moved. At the same time, she swayed sharply, as if about to collapse. Thanks to my daily training, I managed to catch her just before she fell. As I supported her, I let out a sigh of relief and opened my mouth to speak…

And then it hit me.

The woman I held in my arms—young but breathtakingly beautiful. Her platinum blonde hair shimmered as it swayed, her long lashes framed her large, deep violet eyes.

Her complexion was pale—clearly unwell—but there was no mistaking her identity.

Lilia von Bahrenheim, daughter of the Duke of Bahrenheim and the crown prince’s fiancée.

This wasn’t my first time meeting her. I’d seen her plenty of times while attending the crown prince.

But…

Why did I only remember now?

No, no, timing doesn’t matter. Better late than at the worst possible moment.

But really… What kind of two-dimensional world is this? To think I’ve been reincarnated into the setting of an otome game.

The realization hit me in an instant. This was one of the otome games my older sister used to obsessively play in my previous life. She played so many of them, endlessly talking my ear off about them. Despite the sheer number of games she played, I could pinpoint exactly which one this was, thanks to those unnecessary memories. Was this some kind of “knowledge cheat” you hear about?

Honestly, I don’t need cheats for something like this.

Let me clarify one thing: unlike the typical reincarnation stories, I didn’t meet a tragic, untimely death. I lived past a hundred and died peacefully, surrounded by great-great-grandchildren. It was old age. A good life. Not that it’s relevant now, but still—worth mentioning.

Cough, cough. Ahem… Seems like I’m more flustered than I thought. Forget I said that.

Whatever my past life was, even if this world is part of a game, I’m alive now.

That’s right. I am Farsil.

“…Um, Sir Farsil…?”

Ah, crap. I spaced out too much.

Seeing Lilia looking up at me curiously, I hurriedly brought myself back to reality.

“My apologies. I know this is improper, but given the urgency, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“What? W-What!?”

Normally, this would be entirely inappropriate for a lady, but as I said, this was an emergency. Without hesitation, I scooped her up into my arms. Her dress looked heavy, but she was shockingly light. Worryingly so.

With my memories back, I knew. I knew just how much effort she had put in to become the crown princess. Even without those memories, I’d noticed her hard work to some extent. But my previous understanding was far too shallow.

She was working herself to the bone, far beyond what words could describe. Sleepless nights and relentless effort akin to the worst kind of exploitative job. She’d vomited blood, collapsed countless times, and sacrificed all her personal time to chase this goal with single-minded determination.

Seriously, everyone should appreciate her more and take better care of her.

Thinking that, I carried her to the infirmary and, without waiting for permission, laid her on the bed. 

“Oh, no, I laid her down as gently as possible. Really.”

“As I see it, you’ve been pushing yourself too hard. I think it’s okay to pamper yourself a little more.”

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