Chapter 1 - Volume 1 (2/2)

This situation, which was explained based on the souvenirs, looks as if he enjoys spending time with his daughter.

However the other party, as a duke, displays competency in diplomacy. The subtle emotions of a young lady probably wouldn’t get past him. Is that really a heart-felt smile? Or is it a trick he learned due to sociability? …Or could it be that I had over-analyzed it too much?

There is one thing that I can say about my father,『I don’t know whether I dislike him or not』.

That same father, while smiling and laughing, held out a hand gesturing me to sit on the sofa.

「I came to tell you great news」Once he began the introduction, with a few words, my normal everyday life collapsed.

「Your fiancé has been oficially decided. That person is Viscount Wolfgang Eisenhut. Duke Ranuncula’s first born child. His heir. I borrowed a recent painting of him」

When my father mentioned it, a butler that was at the side of the wall came out with an oil painting, taking several steps closer so that the painting was easily visible.

「What do you think? He’s a pretty boy, isn’t he? Tomorrow is your first meeting with him. I’m certain you’ll like him」

My father’s voice seemed far away, as my gaze was glued to the picture.

Today, my everyday life until that point and the life that I had hoped, in one morning, shattered. This was by no mean an exaggeration.

Wolfgang Eisenhut.When I heard that particular name, something flashed through my eyes. It felt like I had just awoken – the feeling as if I was stumbling through the dark and then suddenly given light.

Déjà vu. The strange knowledge. Everything was connected.That déjà vu was my 『former life』.  The knowledge was also gained from my 『former life』.

The name, Wolfgang Eisenhut, was also included that memory. Embracing a woman with soft golden hair, the grown up version of the young man in the portrait whom I had just laid eyes on, came to mind.

Rather than saying it was an accurate portrait, it looked like it was actually a still picture from the game.

Frankly, if you want to form this situation into a phrase…It seems like I got reincarnated with some of the memory from a previous life.

Inside the world of a yandere otome game.

Furthermore, my position was the rival character of the golden haired heroine. And there was a death route available for me.

This is bad.In more than one way.

The reincarnation part is okay. I loved reading those kinds of stories.

But, why was it a world of a yandere otome game of all things?

As a game player, if you get in contact with a capturable character, whether it be a Tsundere or a Yandere, it wouldn’t be scary. But, in real life, you wouldn’t ever want to meet a Yandere.

You might be able to endure the cutting words that a Tsundere brandishes, but would you be able to endure a kitchen knife that a Yandere brandishes? Absolutely not.

No, actually the kitchen knife was just my imagination. In the game, there was no scene like that.

In any case, when confronting a Yandere, an LCD screen was the strongest shield required. Seriously.

Even more, if the heroine doesn’t have any special skills to compensate, if for example, a Yandere appears as an obstructive supporting character, it’s no different from being in the same league as when you encounter a zombie. Give me a shotgun!No – I wouldn’t really shoot though.

I’ll say it again.This is bad.

(1) She first used the japanese term, “kishikan”. Before using the french word “deja vu”. When she consulted with her nurse, she used the latin word and that resulted in the confusion.