(Chapter 8) I hereby declare that this is now a six-tier trashy nighttime novel-level garbage story!
Let's not even talk about how Anna's childhood friend actually became a mage—simulation is still ongoing.
[Recovering from the initial shock, you and Helga are both excited to see each other again, which makes Louise a little unhappy.]
[But you don't notice Louise's unusual mood and you bring Helga back to town.]
[After a brief conversation with Helga, she mentions she has no place to stay.]
[You consider letting Helga stay at your house, but Louise interrupts and directly arranges the town's best inn for her instead.]
These few short sentences give Anna the feeling of déjà vu, as though she’s suddenly in one of those cheap, imported nighttime novels her roommate at the academy used to lend her. The cliché love-triangle drama often had a similar setup.
"I'm not the protagonist of some third-rate, trashy novel! I'm a living, breathing human being, okay? Could we not have these scenarios pinned on me?"
[That night, just before you go to sleep, there's a knock at your door.]
[Opening the door, you see Helga, who reunited with you earlier today.]
[She looks different from the tired state she was in when you saw her earlier. Now, as soon as she sees you, her breathing becomes noticeably rapid, her expression brimming with excitement.]
[Before you can react, Helga pushes you down to the ground!]
What the hell is happening?
Anna instinctively wants to rub her eyes but quickly stops herself—it’s a meaningless gesture now.
Still, she seriously doubts what she just saw.
Helga, what are you doing!?
[Before losing consciousness, you hear Helga whisper softly in your ear:]
["It's been so long since I've seen you, Anna. I can't hold back anymore."]
[Half-conscious, you experience a wild and unforgettable night.]
This just turned from a third-rate nighttime novel to a fourth-rate one.
Anna had already mentally prepared herself for the possibility that this simulation might turn into some risqué scenario, but she hadn't expected this kind of development!
Being pushed down by her childhood friend on the day they reunited? That’s just… shameless!
“Anna! What kind of person are you!?”
Oh wait… I am Anna.
[Day 13: A now-clearheaded Helga immediately apologizes to you, returning to the somewhat weary demeanor she had when you first reunited.]
[But you know that the wild side she showed last night is the true reflection of her heritage as a descendant of Bartham's bloodline.]
[Faced with Helga's apology, you hesitate for a moment but ultimately accept it with a simple "Just don’t let it happen again."]
No, no, no—there’s no way that should have been accepted! What are you thinking!? She’s… she’s… she’s—
[After sending Helga off, you regret accepting her apology. But the pleasure of what you did with her last night was simply too good to refuse her.]
Now it's officially a five-star trashy novel.
Am I the kind of person who loses all resolve after a single indulgence? Is that how little respect you have for me as a steadfast knight? Outrageous. When will us female knights get the respect we deserve!?
I hereby declare that whoever this version of me is, it’s not me!
[After sending Helga away, you were about to head to work when you unexpectedly bumped into Louise.]
[You greet Louise, but she seems distracted and gives a half-hearted response before walking away.]
[Although you find it odd, you don't dwell on it.]
[You patrol a few streets today, but nothing happens.]
Louise is definitely acting off, though.
[Day 14:]
Anna originally thought the next day would be another bland, routine simulation, but Day 14 threw her a small curveball.
[You spend a wonderful evening with Helga, and she helps you put on your armor in the morning.]
No description of how this cohabitation started? You're just phoning it in now?
Not that I was looking forward to details of what happened at night! Ahem!
[You patrol a few streets again, nothing noteworthy happens.]
[The only thing of note is that Louise didn’t show up for work today.]
That’s definitely strange. First distracted yesterday, now missing today—did something happen?
[Worried about Louise, you ask a slacker senior knight for her address and head to her home in town. It's actually a place you pass by often—the most luxurious mansion in the entire town.]
Wait… is it that one? The one I always complain about looking like it belongs to a nouveau riche?
Anna suddenly felt a little guilty.
[You knock on the door, and a servant immediately lets you in, as though expecting you. An elderly butler leads you to Louise’s room.]
["Please take good care of the young lady," the butler says before you’re ushered into a dark room. The door is magically locked behind you.]
[You try to open it, but the magical lock is far beyond the ability of an F-rank knight to break. You fail.]
[Turning around, you find Louise standing there in a sheer nightgown, staring at you.]
[You explain that you came to check on her well-being. Louise clasps her hands together and, with an innocent expression, explains that the butler misunderstood your relationship. She says she’ll call him back to unlock the door.]
[You relax, and Louise hands you a cup of tea.]
[You drink the tea.]
[You pass out!]
What the—?
[In your unconscious state, you experience yet another blissful night.]
[Although you wake up briefly during the night, you quickly pass out again.]
[You’re dehydrated!]
(@-@?)
This… this is… isn't this information overload!? Anna felt like her brain was about to short-circuit.
[Day 15: A now-clear headed Louise immediately apologizes to you, returning to her usual soft and innocent demeanor.]
[But you know that the obsessive side she showed last night is her true self beneath the mask.]
[Faced with Louise's apology, you hesitate for a moment but ultimately accept it with a simple "Just don’t let it happen again."]
No, no, no—there’s no way that should have been accepted! What are you thinking!? She’s… she’s… she’s—
……
...Doesn't this feel like something I've seen somewhere before?
[Even though you know it's wrong to be two-timing, you're still consumed by the guilt of betraying Helga.]
[Overwhelmed with guilt, you put on your casual clothes and armor, then fled the mansion.]
[You deeply regret accepting Louise's apology, but when you were doing that with Louise, it felt so good that you simply couldn’t refuse her.]
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...I hereby declare that this is now a six-tier trashy nighttime novel-level garbage story!