Chapter 1.1

If you asked me how I remembered Edith Abina’s name, who was simply a supporting character, my answer would come naturally. The reason I knew her name, even though she wasn’t even a playable character, was simple.

“…I’ve killed her countless times when I played.”

Waking up before Curtis, I heaved a sigh, and stood up in front of a full-body mirror lying alone in the corner of the bed.

Then, an innocent beauty with fine silver hair that glowed subtly as if containing the moonlight in her crowns, frowned back at me.

‘I’m sure she was put in a guillotine at the end.’

Edith Abina was the villain who had to die to see the ending no matter what the player chose. Even in bad endings where you often die.

It was just a game character, but the experience of becoming the woman I’ve killed a dozen times – or had died because of me – was unpleasant.

“You’re so pretty.”

I saw Edith Abina’s face quite a lot during the time I played. And as it was a game that put a lot of effort in their graphics, the characters were extremely beautiful. One could say that Edith’s beauty could cause the destruction of one or two countries.

Her long, wavy hair that touched to her waist were thin and airy, giving the impression of tiny wisps of clouds in the skies. Her small and charming long nose made her eyes look sharp.

I stared at Edith’s unforgettably beautiful face, and raised my hands to comb through my hair.

“It’s a mystery…” I mumbled.

Edith’s hair was so soft that they didn’t even get tangled as my fingers ran through them.

‘How did I wake up as a villain with such a pretty face?’

I couldn’t recall activating Edith as the main character to play. No, I didn’t even know that she was an option for a playable character in the first place.

“…maybe it’s just a simple bug,” I told myself.

Then, as soon as I log out, I should file a complaint with the production company.

I leaned to the side as I pressed my throbbing temple from playing the game for too long.

‘I’d rather participate in an event prepared by the production company for old users.’

<Experience! Scenes of Life: The Saintess Edition> was frequently held for players as the production company also put a lot of effort on it.

Scenes of Life was the best-selling game series among the virtual reality-based simulation games developed by UNITA, the No. 1 game developer in the industry.

For a vivid experience, players used a device that directly stimulated the brain.

‘But that was to play the main character, not the villain!’

Unlike games where you selected and played one of several characters, such as Sword Master or Wizard, there was only one main character on the saintess’s arc. In the first place, since it was a female-oriented reverse harem game, there weren’t many female characters in the title.

‘Well, if I don’t like the way things are going, whether it’s a bug or an event, I could just log out anyway.’

Excited at the thought that I might be able to get rare items hidden by the production company, I started looking around.

‘Yesterday, Curtis mentioned he’d be knighted for the main character, right?’

Then today was very close to the beginning of the game.

Having roughly grasped the situation – I thought I had – I hurried over toward Curtis, who was lying quietly like a man in a coffin.

“Curtis.”

“…”

“Curtis, why are you pretending to be asleep?”

I knew Curtis as a morning person, so he couldn’t be asleep. He slowly opened his eyes, frowning, as if annoyed by me whispering in his ear.

“What else do you want in the morning?”

The room felt so cold that it made my spine tingle, but I smiled nevertheless, without feeling discouraged.

At the beginning of the attack, that is, when the game progress was still small, he always showed a cold demeanor. I was used to this level of cold treatment.

‘I’m not the main character too,’ I thought, ‘As Edith, I think him being colder is about right.’

After logging out, Curtis would return as the Grand Duke who would eventually kill me if I called in a save file. Rather, his sharp expression like a cat reminded me of the nostalgic beginning, which wasn’t bad.

“Why do you wake up a sleeping person and smile like crazy?”

“How can I not smile when you are so handsome like this?”

He rose up with a stiff face and answered me with a shudder, “Edith Abina.”

“What?”

“Are you looking at my body right now?”

I nodded my head and closed my eyes in satisfaction after looking at his body, which was like a sculpture straight out of the museum. Even under the moonlight last night, and the faint sunlight permeating through the curtains right now.

‘He really has a great figure.’