But isn’t it foolish to reveal that she’s a reincarnator to the person who’s supposed to be her enemy in the game? She’s giving away her advantage. Not to mention shouting “reincarnator” loudly in public—it’s absurdly reckless and would make anyone think she’s lost her mind.
“You’ve ruined the game’s storyline! You’re the worst!! Because you’re not the prince’s fiancée, none of the flags are triggering!!”
Not my problem.
If someone begged me for help, I might consider it, but why should I go out of my way to fix things for her?
Sure, the original opening didn’t happen because of me, but I’m not so charitable as to take on the villainess role for free.
I ignored her and tried to walk past, but she grabbed my arm.
“Don’t ignore me!”
“It’s only natural to want to ignore someone who’s screaming nonsense like they’ve lost their mind.”
If I were a normal young lady, I’d have screamed and fled already.
“What did you say?! I don’t care about your excuses! Why has that lethargic duke’s son changed so much?! Just annul your engagement and become the prince’s fiancée! Fix the storyline!!”
As if I could suddenly fix things now. She’s insane and terrifying.
Maybe I should scream and run.
For the record, the prince’s current fiancée is a princess from a neighboring kingdom, a year younger than him. It’s not even realistic.
“Annul the engagement? Don’t be ridiculous. And telling me to ‘become the prince’s fiancée’ is bordering on treason.”
I was suddenly lifted gently into the air. Isaac, who was supposed to be with the prince, had come running.
His breathing was slightly labored, suggesting he had rushed over after sensing something was wrong.
The glare and pressure he directed at the heroine were on a completely different level from hers.
Isaac’s sole trigger is me. Anyone who tries to take me away or insult me incurs his wrath.
The heroine had just stepped on a massive landmine.
“It’s not like you to get so angry! It’s all because of this villainess!”
“I like the person I’ve become. Add to that the offense of insulting my fiancée.”
“Eek!”
"To Step on a Landmine Again—How Utterly Foolish."
Isaac looked down at the heroine with an intense, piercing glare that could kill. Overwhelmed, she fell onto her backside.
“I am—so long as I have my beloved fiancée, Linntia—I am my true self.”
Isaac declared firmly, leaving the heroine flushed red and trembling.
“This is wrong…! A villainess being loved over me, the heroine, is impossible…! Ah! I see now! You’re a reincarnator, aren’t you?! That’s why you’re acting so out of character! You must be one of those villainess-loving players who targets specific characters!”
Muttering to herself, the heroine suddenly pointed at Isaac, who was turning to leave, and shouted again.
I felt like that might’ve been a possible trope, but… Isaac isn’t like that.
His gaze, filled with utter disdain for someone clearly unhinged, confirmed as much.
“Linntia, let’s pretend this never happened. We never spoke to this lunatic.”
Isaac seemed determined to erase the incident from existence. Nodding to himself as if to reaffirm this decision, he turned back to me.
“Hey! Don’t joke around! You two are not destined to be together!”
The heroine had the audacity to step on yet another landmine—or rather, throw a bomb directly onto it.
Isaac, still holding me in his arms, exuded such cold fury that even I shuddered.
“Linntia is my destiny. If you keep screaming, I’ll crush you—and your family.”
“Eek!”
His threat was blunt and direct. While it might seem overkill, reasoning with someone this irrational was futile. Sometimes, being straightforward was the only way.
Isaac’s low voice, frosty glare, and serious expression made his intentions crystal clear.
Leaving the paralyzed heroine behind, we returned to the waiting carriage.
Once seated, Isaac carefully examined my arm—the one the heroine had grabbed.
Even though I assured him I was fine, he insisted on rolling up my sleeve to ensure there were no bruises. Only after confirming I was unharmed did he finally relax.
“…Linntia. What is destiny?”
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