Albert Ke no Reijou wa Botsuraku wo go Shomou desu

The happiest thing for Lillianne was that she was reincarnated into the world of games she loved. And the most unfortunate thing for her is that the reincarnated destination was a sequel to her beloved game.

Lillianne remembered her memories of her previous life when she lost her way in the school exactly that day when she enrolled in Eleciana School. Just in this scene that hit the opening cartoon of the game, she remembered everything and regretted it at the same time as she rejoiced.

It was too late. Already at this time, her beloved was bound to her previous lover.

Patrick Dice.

He was the main hero of his previous work and the most popular character throughout the series.

Lillianne was in love with him in her previous life. I was in love. No, maybe even enough to say I love you. His route took place dozens of times, and he remembered all the options and dialogues. I also bought all the goods and how many bottles did I have leading up to the blue bracelet...... I bought the sequel because I heard Patrick was there.

That's how much I loved him. I loved him alone. - That could not be expressed in the simple word geeks, etc., so much so that her parents and friends in the previous life were worried. Most of all, he was in love with a different dimension without even realizing it.

That's why I'm Lillianne, not Alicia. That was unfortunate.

Still, it aroused Lillianne because Patrick Dice appeared only marginally in this sequel. At the end of the day, Lillianne decided to follow the reverse harem route for an extra moment that the production team put in to play, if she could still see him.

Maybe he'll turn around, because he's the protagonist himself...

Ironically, it was Mary Albert's presence that held Lillianne's thoughts back.

The villain's warrant for the previous work, which should have been naughty to the North on every route, is not supposed to be there. She has studied at the Eleciana School as a warrant for the Albert family with deep ties to the royal family.

That again applauded Lillianne's "Maybe," and at the same time rushed her.

If we don't meet in time yet before Patrick marries the main character of his previous work...... To do this, we need to skip the events that seem unnecessary and proceed with the reverse harem route as soon as possible.

I'm not sure if I'm lucky, but Lillianne loved Patrick alone and therefore didn't care about the other characters, etc. Even when I was whispered love, Patrick was always the only one in my head, and thus I was able to proceed objectively against the status quo and the story.

I didn't even think about the risk of making enemies because I had the idea that "what I'm talking about is the world of games," or was I getting too blind to think of Patrick...

Either way, the reverse harem route, played dozens just for Patrick, was above all a discretionary one for Lillianne, and the female characters who originally nurtured friendship were also 'how to save' for her.

On the contrary, "I'm in the same world as him" is the object of jealousy, so much so that in her previous life she was even jealous of Lillianne (the protagonist).

- I love certain characters. Not much, I'm jealous of the surroundings of that character, and, among other things, I get aggressive about the opposite sex... fanatical fans are a polar part of it, but they exist. Lillianne in her previous life was exactly that pattern, whereas Karina, of course, was relatively fond of all the characters. Mary couldn't even remember who she was playing the game for anymore, and desperately remembered that there was no way she was anywhere but Addy.

Anyway, in that state Lillianne followed the reverse harem route.

Bet on the possibility of "maybe" you can't give up on late love and stick to your memory of your previous life......

That's how she arrived not at a happy end with Patrick...... but where Mary, the villain's warrant lady from the previous one, would otherwise be driven away.

The land of the north, the whole dormitory school there.

For the sake of cold protection or the sturdy workmanship feels bitter somewhere, even breathlessness if you look up. I feel strange tranquility, naturally speaking because I'm in class, and I weighed Lillianne's legs as if she was being rejected.

Only anxiety and regret make my chest, and I accidentally burst into tears in my eyes. This thin cold of no one adds more anxiety, the bags packed up to full are heavy and my arms hurt.

I was just desperate to meet him, which I love.

I scratched my feet in love too late without worrying about it.

Whatever you say, whoever you buy the grudge against, that's good if he smiles at you.

Yet what was left of Lillianne was a chilling glance directed at her from Patrick sheltering Mary Albert and a memories of an unusual year she was enjoying working on.

I don't know how much I wanted to go to the world where he was in my previous life, but the end of it. Now I don't know what the hell brought back memories from my previous life. More importantly, I was driven to this land just because I relied on the memory of my previous life.

Suffering, scratching, and welcoming this ending......

"Then I should have remembered..."

Lillianne walks through the gate as she groans.

The only thing at the gate that is a lot less glamorous than Eleciana School is the appearance of a guard, which makes Lillianne feel lonely again and her sight shakes with tears.

We still have to go. Rather, considering what Lillianne did, it would just be your word that wherever it is, there is a place.

Think so, Lillianne drags her heavy legs......

"Have you lost your way again? That's the back door."

And he looked back hastily at the voice he had heard, and let 'the person who could not have been there' stand round his eyes.

Dark brown hair with deep shades of green eyes. A sweet yet adult charm and a slurring body. And a voice sinking deep into my chest......

"Cain......"

Lillianne calls the name. But he did not reply to it, and when he walked over to Lillianne, he slapped his head gently with a knock.

"Doctor, yes."

"... Huh?

"Call me Doctor."

Lillianne distracted herself from taking a small breath and fleeing to the words she was told to be so embarrassed.

This word sounds familiar.... No, it's not these words that I actually heard, it's the opposite.

That's one of the dialogues called in his (cain) route, "Call me by name, not by teacher," a word that inspires me to be treated as one woman from being treated like a child until then. But contrary to what has just been said, if the dialogue on the route shows that we have become close to him, the earlier words make us feel the opposite of distance.

"Doctor... Um, me"

"I heard it all."

"... all?

"It's hard to believe, but I heard it all from Miss Mary and Miss Carina about games and memories"

"Oh really..."

Lillianne leans over without being able to resist.

Knowing about the game, has he come to blame himself... then thinking about it adds to his pity.

I can't even look up and see what look he has on his face because it's scary. Even though I know I'm selfish, I'm not going to stand for any more rejection from Lillianne.

Still, if I didn't talk to him about something, he was going to squash my chest in silence, leaning over, then asking Lillianne to whine with her gaze distracted.

"... let me tell you, Doctor... how did you get here...?

You're under surveillance.

"Mine, surveillance?

"You can't let a problem child like you transfer to school alone. If you do something over here, it will also scratch the name of Eleciana School."

"So, the teacher too...?

"Oh, I'm supposed to work as a faculty member here from today"

Lillianne looks up at the unexpected response.

His face, which smiled softly at me, is now also harsh and his brown eyes are pointed straight at Lillianne.

Tears still spilled out of Lillianne's eyes into those eyes, as if they were exemplary teachers watching over problematic children.

"... teacher too, here?

"Yes, to keep an eye on you"

"Me, I'm not alone...?

The anxiety and loneliness that has been in my chest has been lifted, with a slight relief.

At the same time boiling down to my chest is my impudence in desperately dropping a man without realizing his charm, and my profound gratitude to him for still not abandoning himself in this situation.

I wish I had seen this world properly and taken only his hand, rather than leaping into the memory of my previous life and scratching at the late love I held over the screen. When I thought of it, I burst into more tears in Lillianne's eyes and once I exhaled deeply, I passed on my cheeks and fell.

"Doctor... sorry..."

The moment I utter my words of apology, the tears of a large grain are worn out like I cut a weir.

Unlike the crying face of a weak girl who might want to perform adorably, Cain, who was apologized for, smiled unexpectedly at the way she scrubbed her nose and brutally wiped her eyes.

That's how I slowly reach out and stroke my cheeks... I don't, I take the scarf out and offer it. If you're the attacker and the main character, stroke your cheeks, wipe your tears and embrace them. But now the two are teachers and students.

Lillianne also figured that out or received the offered scarf with a pitiful tear of "thank you".

"Lillianne, if you want to call me 'Cain' again, don't rely on memories from previous lives, but you (...) work hard."

"... again, can I call you?

It's up to you.

There is no color of rejection in Cain, who laughs and flaunts his shoulders like trouble, and Lillianne's tears flood with more.

"Yes... Doctor... good luck to me. Now it's time for me (...) to do my best..."

If Lillianne wiped her eyes and nose, Cain laughed bitterly, taking her heavy bag to the gorgeous front gate to guide her directional tone-deaf godson.

It's up to Lillianne to show you how to hold hands one day.

A few months after that, Mary was reading a letter to herself as she fell asleep in Addy's room bed.

The notes sent from the northern earth contain masculine, yet neat, letters of barely adult masculinity, and adorable letters with a slightly feminine habit, each spelling out events in schools in distant lands.

Having finished arranging for Lillianne's trip to the north of the earth, Mary conditioned regular contact instead of promising to preserve herself. And I asked a teacher who named herself to monitor her to do the same.

This, of course, stems from my own responsibility as a proponent of Lillianne's mutilation, and not from the accumulation of reverse harem disturbances once again in the land managed by my relatives.

But as far as the letter was concerned, there seemed to be no need to worry. On the contrary, I can only smile bitterly because every time they send me, the content turns into a report of fun school life, and on the contrary, it gradually makes me even feel sweet.

"So I've always said that the North is not a bad place."

Unexpectedly Mary talks to Lillianne over the note as she smiles bitterly.

Did both Karina and Lillianne think it was a negative land where losers would be given against the land of the north? In fact, migratory birds, which are busy as tourist destinations, are attractive land.

It may be inconvenient indeed, but the advantages of the countryside are great, and if you two (...) it wouldn't be bad either.

"But it's surprising that your daughter will take care of Mr. Lillianne."

I brought tea and cake for two. If Addy told me, Mary, who was lying in his bed, was getting up and saying, "Really? return."

But surely, there's no other way for Addy to be surprised. Anyway, Mary bought Lillianne's disposition and even arranged a transfer to the North. On the contrary, to the ladies who were annoyed by Lillianne: "Will this convince you?" He was asking around to get an acknowledgement.

Of course, there is no such thing as the one who wouldn't be convinced if Mary, a courtier of the Albert family, told me, some of them.

"If that's what Mary says."

and acknowledge with a ho and relieved look as somewhere the possession fell.

Some of them.

"If you can handle it there, please. Me, busy."

and take the arm of a new fiancée or the man you're after and head on on on a date.

Some of them.

"I don't mind that about Mr. Lillianne. By the way, Mary, when are you going to tell me about your brother's hobbies, his favorite food, and his favorite woman?"

And some people are forced to talk to me - and by the way, in response to this story, Mary said, "When and nothing, my first ear! ♪ I called... ♪

And inside.

"Oh, I don't know that person anymore! I don't know much more about Master Guinness!

And there were even those who spoke the names of wholly untalkable persons and turned to Puy.

It was such a threesome reaction, but as it turned out, everyone agreed, probably because they went around to "The Abandoned Woman" instead of "The Abandoned Woman" in that reverse play.

Among the ladies, Lillianne is not "the woman who took a man from herself" but "the woman who was also abandoned by the man she abandoned", and pity is what she doesn't seem to want to suffer any more.

It was a relationship that focused more on profit than political marriage, love, which is why they never look back on the past when they found better conditions. It seems that some of them are still desperately chasing after them without knowing it, but it is Mary's uncharted deposition.

"But the teacher went after Mr. Lillianne, didn't he?"

"That's right."

"Are you okay..."

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm telling him about the game."

"What!?

Addy, who was pouring tea, raises her voice unexpectedly.

But no matter how hasty he may be, the boulder shall be the servant of the Albert family.... but now my son-in-law is in the Albert family.

"Talk to me, could you believe me?

"Because you and Karina talked to the boulder. But, well, I was the only one who talked to him the first time, and he looked cold," What the hell is he talking about? "

"Your daughter has Carrerian oddities."

"Yes, bizarre! That's odd, but your father was talking to the school director before he went abroad!

"My husband?

"Yeah... 'cause my daughter (Mary) runs oddly, but she's relatively popular when there's no one crack'..."

"... it's me. - I don't care what you think."

We both hold our heads together. After a while they then glanced at each other, "Let's put this behind us," and even looked at each other as if nothing had happened.

"That's why the teacher went after Lillianne knowingly."

"Then the rest depends on who you are. But I can't believe you even arranged for that teacher... Honey, your daughter is a good person!

Mary smiled back to Addy, emphasizing her intentions deliberately.

Even that graceful grin made me pull a hick and cheek like Addy grabbed some certainty.

"Who's you?! Are you still up to something over this period?!?

"Oh, how rude of you to plan for a good lady."

"I withdraw! You're not the kind of person who makes their arrangements for free!

"You don't have to be so sure!

The rumbling husband! and Mary called... still grinned niggardly as to whether there was anything to think about. Unlike the smile of an elegant courtier earlier, what a mary that laugh of prank.

When I sipped tea like that, I said, "It's me."

"I actually don't hate Lillianne."

"What, did you?

"Oh, I'll tell you what, I hate character. But you know, I really appreciate the arm that went that fast on the reverse harem route."

Although it turned out to be a failure, Mary had a glance at Lillianne's arms.

She proceeded with the most difficult route of not being able to go wrong with just one option, omitting some more elements. If there were not even an Irregular named Mary or Karina, Lillianne might have turned the reverse harem end.

Besides, most importantly... and Mary let her gaze swim as hard as she could tell.

"Besides, look... he said he had some knowledge of the game... this doesn't mean things are going the way they thought...?

"Speaking of which, I didn't rush this, I didn't choose a difficult path, and some of you couldn't fulfill your purpose even though we were on the right track."

"Ugh..."

Mary unintentionally holds her chest down because it's about her, needless to say.

Still, I immediately reopened it and said, "Yeah, yeah," on the other hand, with Addy smiling bitterly at Mary like that, I changed my story to "So."

"So, why did you send Mr. Lillianne to the North?

"Oh, she's not the only one who went to the North."

"Is that the teacher?"

"He was an excellent teacher. I studied abroad because I wanted to hear his class."

"Phew, the purpose of your daughter is that teacher's... eh!?

Say it, and raise your voice like Addy was surprised. Not to mention the pleasant look on Mary's face when she hears that voice.

Lillianne, whose arms Mary acknowledges, went to the North.

She's having trouble with her personality, but Mary is stepping on it that if the teacher is watching, she'll correct it.

Such a teacher is an area that Mary wanted to learn until she studied abroad... yes, she is in charge of management (...).

You guessed Mary's thoughts like that, and she muttered, "Lady..." as Addy pulled her cheeks.

"Hey Addy, you said 'I'll make you a deputy manager' before me, right? That's it..."

Tilt her neck as she asked, and Mary looked up at Addy.

That's not how gracefully I smiled...... I smiled prankily just saying how fun it was.

"Can I be the branch manager?

to the word. Addy lost the word and sighed in a grand

"Feel free to do so already"

and it was the best I could do just to give it back weakly.