Chapter 2.1

“What? What the heck is wrong?”

I pressed the logout button until my view of the system window turned translucent, but I still couldn’t get out of the game in the end.

I pressed the logout button until the view was full of translucent system windows, but I couldn’t get out of the game in the end.

<SYSTEM> An error occurred. Unable to perform logout.

BEEP!

<SYSTEM> An error occurred. Unable to perform logout.

BEEP!

<SYSTEM> An error occurred. Unable to perform logout.

BEEEEP!

Was it just my imagination that the system’s notification sound is particularly sharp today?

“Just let me go back to reality.”

I will sue the company until it goes bankrupt!

Even though I was determined, I couldn’t help but feel my heart go cold. <Experience! Scenes of Life: The Saint” was a virtual reality reverse harem game.

‘Connecting to the game for a long time will cause too much strain on the body.’

It was true that UNITA boasted advanced technology no other companies had, but there were limitations especially when it came to the human body’s ability to withstand playing without its daily nutrient needs.

I got up from my seat shaking my head as I recalled the news of more people dying while playing virtual reality games, forgetting to drink water and even eat.

“No… wake up! You don’t have to be too scared.”

Time spent in the game was adjusted into 1:10 ratio between reality. That is, 10 days spent in the game was only a day in reality.

‘I should be able to last at least three days without drinking water, a month should be enough… right?’

UNITA was a company that built a system that managed their players’ connection status in real time. I’m pretty sure that they’d notice I hadn’t logged out for a long time. They’ll probably send help.

‘Before that, I hope that someone would notice I was only playing games…’

I smiled bitterly as I remembered I had no family to give me much attention. No, maybe my dad would like it. My mom recently changed the beneficiary of the insurance money she kept for me.

‘If my death insurance goes to my mom, then dad will be rich.’

“Oh, this is enough! Let’s not think of gloomy things even in the game,” I said as I got up and tapped my cheeks lightly, and then pulled the rope next to the bed.

‘Edith Abina was the daughter of the Marquis of Abina.’

She may be less than the main character of the saint who would arrive to save the world, but Edith was also an aristocrat. Life wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

“Hmm…” I hummed, “What should I ask the maid to bring me? I wish I could order a cup of iced americano.”

As I waited for the maid to arrive, I soon realized that Edith’s day was far from easy.

* * *

“What is it, my lady?”

My mouth hung open in bewilderment at the fierce look of the maid who ran, no, walked towards me.

“Oh, are you going to tell me you’re up?”

“Ha! Making people work without even knowing her own subjects until the very end. So, this is life!”

The maid snapped and pushed me away as I stood dumbfounded. She mumbled something about making the bed, and then entered the room.

“Why are you standing around like that? Now that you’re up, go wash yourself. Don’t expect anything like a bath attendant.”

Wasn’t I an aristocrat?

I frowned at the maid’s attitude towards Edith Abina.

“Aren’t you being too rude to me?”

The maid, who was smacking the blankets to smooth out the wrinkles in them, adjusted her voice in a sarcastic manner, turned her head with a snap and replied, “All the employees who used to take care of you are about to lose their jobs and would soon be evicted. What do you want?”

“You are being kicked out? Why?”

“Because you will not be the Lady of the Grand Duke of Caballero from today!”

The maid screamed in frustration. All the while, she was unusually professional as she removed the curtain dust with skillful hands.

“You lived in this mansion just because you were the lady of the Grand Duke, an eyesore to the Marquis, and who wasn’t even his bloodline.”

‘… Edith Abina wasn’t the daughter of the marquis?’

But Abina was definitely the last name of the marquis.

“Then, did you think that you would be the young lady forever? Do you want me to be kind and kneel to the person who bullied and made her subjects suffer?”

“Well, I see.”

I understood the general situation.

Edith Abina apparently wasn’t the Marquis’ real daughter. A foster daughter, perhaps even an illegitimate child from the Marquis’ side.

‘Well, it’s a pretty common setting for a villainess.’

“The Marquis must have lost his mind again.”

“Are you not fully awake?”

I nodded slowly to the maid’s words, who was being sarcastic and subtly answered, “Uh-huh… sorry.”

“The Marquis issued a warning to give her jewelry, even though the young lady was the one who took away the late madam’s properties.”

“Oh, that’s right. I did.”