"Ryoshu, right?" Haruki's voice was smooth, with a hint of authority. "We need to talk."Ryoshu nodded, still trying to wrap his mind around the situation. He could feel other students' eyes on them, whispers starting to circulate. However, at that moment, none of that mattered.What mattered was the blue-haired boy who seemed to have stepped out of his favorite game and into his real life."The price certainly was not cheap at all," Ryoshu thought, recalling his overheard conversation about the cost of Haruki's custom-made uniform.However, the truth is that the uniform suits the protagonist perfectly. The dark blazer, impeccably tailored to Haruki's frame, and the crisp, white shirt beneath it made him look the part of the main character. Even someone with Ryoshu's critical eye for aesthetics could not deny that. The uniform highlighted Haruki's muscular build and gave him an air of authority and elegance that was hard to ignore."Ah! Amemura!" Haruki's voice broke through Ryoshu's

Thinking is doing. He responded in a cold, detached tone that lacked any warmth or emotion. "Really? I think it's taking a bit long."They stood together silently for an eternity, each immersed in their thoughts. The silence between them was thick, almost palpable as if it held all the unspoken words and emotions that neither was willing to express. The air around them was tense, filled with the weight of their unvoiced thoughts and conflicting emotions.Two individuals from entirely different worlds—one from a life of privilege and responsibility, the other from a background of struggle and survival. Their upbringings, experiences, and beliefs were vastly different, shaping their perspectives and motivations in unique ways.The first person, who had grown up in an environment where a strong sense of duty guided every action, viewed the task ahead as a noble obligation. From a young age, they were taught the importance of responsibility and the need to protect those who could not def

"Why... am I running into her again!" Ryoshu's mind raced as he tried to comprehend the situation."Why are you here!" came the sharp, clear voice that cut through his thoughts.He turned to see the familiar figure of Lady Esther White, the esteemed heroine of the game Rainfall Disorder and a distinguished member of the prestigious White family. Her presence was unmistakable, with her ash-white hair shimmering under the sunlight and those rare, mesmerizing blood-red eyes that seemed to pierce through everything they gazed upon. It was said that only a handful of people in the world possessed such unique eyes.Ryoshu hadn't expected to see her again, especially not in this secluded part of the garden. Their previous encounter had been brief, and he had assumed their paths wouldn't cross again so soon. The suddenness of their meeting left him both surprised and a bit puzzled."What about you?" he retorted, trying to mask his confusion. "Why are

"Even without Mana, he's this strong..." she mused silently, her mind swirling with astonishment and concern. The previous day had been a testament to Ryoshu's formidable abilities, as he hadn't used Mana even once yet had demonstrated remarkable prowess. His movements had been swift and precise. Each strike was delivered with an uncanny accuracy that belied his lack of magical enhancement. The onlookers had watched in stunned silence, unable to believe their eyes as Ryoshu outmaneuvered opponents heavily reliant on Mana.It was precisely because he lacked Mana that she felt a twinge of pity for the young man. She understood all too well the harsh reality: without Mana, one could not advance far in this world. Mana was not just a source of power but a measure of one's potential and worth in society. Those who wielded it were revered and respected, while those who did not were often looked down upon, their futures bleak and filled with limitations.Despite her attempts to intimidate

"Have I truly managed to deceive the foolish duchess?" Ryoshu's face, already marred by an unsightly appearance and a perpetually disagreeable demeanor, gradually twisted into a smug, self-satisfied grin. His eyes glinted with malicious glee, savoring the moment of his triumph.Esther, her movements restricted by the binding restraints, struggled to process the full extent of his betrayal. Her voice, trembling with disbelief and anger, echoed in the dimly lit room. "So... from the start, you planned to turn me into a fool, didn't you!" The accusation hung heavily in the air, laden with the weight of her shattered trust."It's too late for you to understand now," Ryoshu replied, his tone dripping with mockery and condescension. He reveled in her despair, the realization of his deceit meant to inflict the most profound wound possible. Each word was a dagger, twisting in the heart of the once-confident duchess."Remove your filthy hands from me this instant!" Esther's demand, fueled by