Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival-Chapter 114.2

The Gift that Clara got from the spirit was called [Foresight].

Its ability was to predict future events with a high probability, which was slightly different from what is commonly imagined as [foresight].

The essence of Clara’s ability consisted only of a highly probable [Prediction], which was derived by selecting highly probable information through arithmetic and careful examination of information on the current situation known to Clara, and then further processing that information.

The effective part of this ability would be that Clara would pick out probable information from the situation, even if she herself did not know the accuracy of the information.

Clara combined this with her knowledge of her previous life and the information of the [Otome Game Event], which she could have known, to make a very accurate Foresight.

However, while there was no problem with [tomorrow’s weather] or [dinner menu], when it came to events a few weeks from now involving people who have difficult behavioral prediction, tens of thousands to tens of millions of operations were performed in the brain, and every time Clara used it, she suffered a lot of damage to her mind.

“Don’t use that ability too much. Besides, it was you, Clara, who said that the future always fluctuates, and your [Foresight] made me ask the Knights for an elite escort as well, so it should be fine.”

“But…”

Even in the game, the Crown Prince himself was in little danger. The only time Ervan would be in danger was when he [got involved with Heroine].

As for the game events, heroine was awakened to her light attribute to heal a student who was attacked by a demonized bear, and Ervan was injured while protecting heroine from the bear that attacked her again.

Soon after, the bear was defeated by Rockwell, the son of the Knight Commander, and the escort knights, so there would be less danger if they had more guards, but Clara could not say that she wanted to [avoid the event with heroine], either.

Seeing Clara like this, Ervan lightly hugged her head to his chest.

“Ervan…sama?”

“Don’t be so anxious. I know it sounds strange, but I like the hardworking you now better than the perfect Clara who was a young lady before. So, I’ll definitely return for you.”

“…Yes.”

Clara, who had been the “perfect villainess”, was now weaker because she remembered her previous life, and they were closer than before, but instead of feeling reassured by Ervan’s warmth, the unstable Clara became more agitated.

Was the “peach-haired” girl with unusual fighting ability who reappeared as Elena’s escort really not the heroine?

Is the girl who did not look like the “heroine” really the heroine, who is seemingly more active than the actual “heroine”?

(Something must be done…no one can have him.)

***

“Ufufu”

After the entrance ceremony, the girl giggled as she rolled over in her bed in the private room assigned to her in the school dormitory.

“Ervan-sama, that was lovely. Rockewell-sama and Mikhail-sama were lovely, too, though I didn’t get to chat with them. Hmm, of course, Theo, you’re lovely, too, but…”

Even male butlers were not allowed to enter the women’s dormitory, so he stayed in the house outside the dormitory, which was reserved for the side servants.

Therefore, she also had one attendant, but she did not trust women and allowed only the minimum contact with this attendant.

“…I don’t like women. They’re always mean to me because I’m pretty. But not you. You have taught me so much.”

The girl held up a half-chipped magic stone from the amulet bag she carried on her chest in front of her.

It was a treasure she found when she was seven years old, while doing her volunteer work at the orphanage as a scavenger. When she nicked her finger with the chipped part, the magic stone showed the girl a bright future.

From a future with no money and no one to protect her, a future where she could only pray that her beauty would be bought by the best possible master, the magic stone showed her a wonderful path [to becoming a princess].

She had already forgotten her real name.

To become the “heroine” that had disappeared, she mimicked perfectly the gestures, speech, and facial expressions of the heroine she knew from the magic stone, and now, forgetting what kind of personality she originally had, the girl had perfectly replaced herself with “Alicia”.

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The magic stone conveyed grudge-like information about a woman who lived in the past. But it up to her to decide how to use it and which one she would choose.

The woman in the magic stone wanted the Crown Prince to choose her and live a happy life.

“Too much trouble…”

She slammed the magic stone that was trying to recommend the Crown Prince against the edge of the bed, shaving off a few pieces, and the emotion faded away, and only pure information flowed through the newly formed scratch.

“That’s right… it’s ‘me’ who chooses.”

An orphaned girl who had nothing, and was on the verge of death.

The feelings of fear and despair she felt at that time could not satisfy her endless “hunger” even if she became a happy adopted daughter of a noble family.

All she could rely on was her knowledge of this magical stone and her own beauty. Satisfying this unfulfilled hunger was more important to the girl than life itself.

The girl wrapped the magic stone carefully in her wounded hand and prayed softly.

“I want to be loved by many men. But don’t worry…I will love you with all my heart.”

***

Returning to Elena’s mansion in the academy, I left the escort of her to the Royal Guards and headed to a place in the academy to contact my colleagues.

This Magic Academy was not only a beautiful institution cut off from the outside world, but also allowed a certain number of personnel to blend in if they were from a senior noble family.

Elena was no exception, and in addition to me, there was another person who infiltrated the school for the purpose of gathering information.

As I approached the desired location, I saw a middle-aged man in a janitor’s blue work uniform crouching on the ground and blowing a smoking pipe beside a smokeless alchemical incinerator, without showing any sign of concern, despite being coldly treated by a young maid in her twenties who had come to take out the trash.

“…Viro.”

“Aria…you saw that?”

“Yeah.”

Why does this man look so good in this kind of role?