Chapter 6.1

‘What? Why is that filled?’ I wondered.

Of course, one of the ten penis symbols, which was only filled in half, was strange in itself.

‘Don’t tell me this is because Jian is in the room…?’

Just being in the same space was enough to excite him. Even though he was a target character, I admit his energy was amazing.

“Since I confirmed you’re already awake, I will leave now.”

As Curtis glanced at my shocked face, he opened his mouth with a pretty face that suited his frighteningly cold expression and quickly added, “It’s my last duty to see you come to your senses, Edith Abina.”

His voice dripped with a harsh chill colder than frozen glass. I nodded hurriedly for fear that I would get another set of strange options if I tried to answer him with words.

* * *

“Curtis, are you alright?”

Curtis, who had his head down, lifted his gaze as he felt a subtle warmth from the gentle voice that called out to him.

“You don’t look so happy.”

Jian’s face was painted with concern as she examined Curtis’ complexion. He nodded slowly at the sight of her willingly putting others comfort before hers, even though she herself suddenly fell from another world.

“It’s okay,” he assured her.

“I’m glad. May God bless you, Curtis,” Jian said with a light smile.

She was so saintly that one would’ve believed her for someone who stayed in the temple her whole life, rather than coming from another world.

A person who took responsibility for the mission that was handed to them and did her best.

Jian, the saint who fell into their world, was close to Curtis’ dream girl. Her round eyes, a cute but not too tall nose, as well as delicate features, were also Curtis’ taste.

‘Okay. After all, this feeling is surely just my imagination,’ he told himself.

Curtis shook his head lightly and followed Jian, who went ahead to take a walk in the garden.

However, a lingering afterimage remained in his mind like a white stain. It was Edith’s face, begging him to hug her as she said she was cold.

* * *

“Oh, miss, what’s wrong with you since last week?!”

“Are you asking because you don’t know? I hate the way you do it.”

“We’ll clean much harder! If you continue with this, we will be in much trouble!”

“Cry more then. Ugly people like you have a crying face worth seeing.”

“Huuu, Young Lady!”

Eventually, the maid burst into tears.

I wiped the dusty window, turning a blind eye at the embarrassed maids. Then the message I saw yesterday came back to mind.

<WARNING> “Wiping the window instead of the maid” is an act outside Edith Abina’s range of character behavior.

<SYSTEM> The character begins to collapse. Character Collapse Rate: 37%

Edith Abina’s character was already collapsing as a penalty from committing suicide.

‘If I do something that doesn’t suit Edith Abina’s character, the rate will accelerate.’

I wiped harder at the window, glaring at the character’s collapse rate flashing in white letters.

When it involved important characters, actions were limited to options, but dealing with extras such as servants, only dialogue options appeared but my actions weren’t limited. It was something that I barely realized from day 1 of play.

To find out who Jian was, the first step was to destroy Edith Abina’s character.

‘I may be able to ask Jian’s help and find out who she was at the same time.’

In a way, it was only natural that the character’s collapse was a sub-quest.

Even with penalties eliminating the forced options, if my actions were only limited to the character of Edith Abina, I wouldn’t be able to find out who Jian really was, let alone ask the help of the real user playing her character.

‘Edith Abina’s action restrictions must go away first.’

I began doing chores that Edith Abina would’ve never done and listened to the confused maid’s wails.

The problem was that unlike a relatively free body, my mouth was restricted by the system.

I couldn’t talk freely with the extras now, so every time the maid talked to me, options kept popping up.

A. “How dare argue with what I do! You will need to be punished.”

B. “You made my hands dirty. Tell me your family name and I’ll dig up your dead father’s grave, and then feed him to the beasts.”

C. “What about your grandfather?”

D. “Your ancestor, blah blah.”

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