The scene mirrored the coachman's testimony with haunting accuracy. [Ulrich] "Is that woman—no, is the child alive?" He corrected himself mid-sentence, catching the suspicious glint in his servant's eye. Too many witnesses stood present to allow his usual disdain to slip. [Ferdinand] "Odette! Odette!" Ferdinand sprinted to her side and struck her back with a heavy hand. [Odette] "Cough! Hack!" Water surged from her lungs, and Ferdinand let out a jagged breath of relief. He ho

[Ulrich] "I shall ask you again, Sasha. Do you undeniably believe that letter existed?" Since before their marriage, he had treated her as an inferior. He had made his dissatisfaction blatant at their wedding, followed by a relentless string of affairs. He was the first to lead the mockery when the social circles ridiculed her. And yet, I still considered that man the father of my son. Sasha believed that her son and the small world within this mansion were all she had gained

[Karl] "Actually, no one has ever scolded me. I have never been forgiven, either." [Odette] "......" It was bizarre. This boy, who usually wore a mask of stone, now displayed the most human expression she had ever seen. His genuine smile—something absent from her previous life, this life, and even the original game—unfolded before her. she [Odette] "......I hope your next wish has nothing to do with the Fenrir. I hope it is a wish for yourself." [Karl] "Master?" [Odette] "You

She opened her eyes to find herself in a cavernous bedroom. Bear furs draped the stone walls, their glass eyes staring into the void. Where am I? She turned, her gaze landing on a massive window. Beyond the glass, endless snowy fields stretched into the horizon, swallowed by a relentless blizzard. [Odette] "Is this...... inside the Royal Palace of the Fenrir Kingdom?" She traced the rough-hewn stone of the walls. Despite her thin dress, the biting chill of the north failed to

[Odette] "What are you doing? You should leave." [Karl] "Am I still beautiful to you, Master? Am I still your most precious possession?" Though he was only seventeen—younger than the other male leads—Karl possessed a gravity that demanded attention. [Odette] "......Yes. Of course." [Karl] "Then I understand even less. You finally held your desire in your hand. Why did you try to take your own life?" He spoke with a dry, hollow voice as he knelt before her. He brushed a stray

[Karl has entered a 20-meter radius.] [Verifying Loathing levels...…] [Specific Loathing details unavailable (Conditions unmet)] [An increase in Loathing detected. (+5)] Her lungs burned. [Odette] "Cough, hack!" [Karl] "Master, command me to save you immediately." [Odette] "Cough, Karl......" [Karl] "Hurry, Master." [Odette] "Save me. Now. Cough, cough!" She gasped out the command. [Karl] "By your will." As if he had been waiting for those exact words, he pulled her from the

Odette perched on the flat rock at the very edge of the pond's shallow end. A single step backward led to a sudden, treacherous drop into the depths. She slumped her shoulders, feigning a total loss of motor control from the sleeping incense. [Paula] "Miss, do you remember? This is your reserved seat." She unbuckled the leather belt from her waist. [Paula] "You've been acting quite bold lately. It seems I've been neglectful with your education, and you've grown arrogant as a

Throughout the carriage ride, Paula basked in the memory of a perfect evening. Count Köndel—his refined demeanor, his warm smile, and that gentle, velvet voice. His suit, his watch, his shoes... everything screamed wealth. Only masters of their craft produced such items, pieces even a Count would struggle to acquire. The rumors of his fertile lands and vast inheritance appeared accurate. However, her ecstatic expression shattered the moment the carriage reached the ivory gat

The time to sever ties with Sasha had undeniably arrived. Unlike Ulrich, who had been groomed as a young Count, Sasha was a vulgar embarrassment. Her exclusion and the subsequent mockery she endured in high society were pathetic. He had never once regarded such a woman as his wife. Though he had married her out of financial necessity, her father—that so-called father-in-law—was intolerable. The man had tried to leash Ulrich just because he had borrowed a bit of money. Before

After parting ways with Viktor, she ducked into the ladies' room before returning to the banquet hall. She needed to ensure no seams had split and no part of her attire remained out of place. Fortunately, her gown remained perfectly intact. I nearly suffered a heart attack, thinking my secret as a fake Purifier had been exposed. In the world of <The Only Savior>, purification functioned like water, while the Purifier's will acted as the tap. In this universe, purification onl

How could she not laugh? Odette giggled to herself, the sound bubbling up from deep within. She was inside a game. She had reincarnated and then regressed into a world of pixels and plotlines. It was sheer madness. The absurdity of it all felt undeniably hilarious. [Viktor] "You are completely wasted." His voice drifted over her like a distant hum, vibrating somewhere above her head. [Odette] "I never expected those rogue-like features of yours to suit a ceremonial uniform so

Hey, Viktor, you lunatic. Am I some kind of object? Blood rushed to her head as she was carried along at a staggering speed. She wondered if he had any idea just how many profanities she was hurling at him in her mind. Only when she felt a wave of nausea from the combination of wine and motion sickness did she finally plead with him. [Odette] "Please, let me down! Colonel." To her surprise, he complied and set her down gently. It was only after she pulled at the collar of her

The hall was buzzing with noise, and the moment Marco turned his head, she acted. She leaned her weight against the outside of the railing. Her upper body tilted precariously, and she began to fall backward. Her platinum-blonde hair unraveled, whipping upward toward the sky before her eyes. [Marco] "Damn it! What the—!" Leaving his panicked voice behind, splash! she plunged directly into the fountain. The crystal fountain in the garden was a wine fountain. Fortunately, the fi

It was a relief that the debuff had vanished. From now on, she wouldn't need to hesitate whenever she wanted to check someone's Loathing. Using it twice a day wouldn't pose much of a problem. Yet, despite the good news, she couldn't bring herself to be entirely happy. There was a specific phrasing that weighed on her mind. [The conditions to "Lift the Debuff when Checking Loathing" have been met.] The phrasing "conditions have been met." The status window had used a similar e

[The conditions to nullify the Price of Checking Loathing: 24-Hour Physical/Mental Debuff have been met!] [Would you like to lift the 24-hour physical/mental debuff? If lifted, you will no longer need to pay a price to check Loathing levels. (Note: The limit of 2 uses remains in effect.) YES / NO] [If NO is selected, lifting the price for Loathing will be permanently impossible.] The moment she saw the status window, she realized the truth. The shift in my vision just now was