Chapter 11

Sai Narsuhoru was a man who did not stand out much. Although, as a character to be conquered in "Harinezu," he was undoubtedly handsome, there was something about him that made him seem rather insubstantial. At first, his eyes seemed to be filled with hostility, but upon closer inspection, it appeared that he was simply disliked. It was a look he had seen countless times, both inside and outside the mansion. Over time, he had become particularly sensitive to such expressions of dislike and animosity.

(I don't think I've done anything to this person...)

According to the official setting, Sai was supposed to be the prince's attendant. Perhaps he couldn't tolerate the presence of someone who caused trouble for his master. While it was understandable given Rabi's past misdeeds, it was still unbearable to be disliked by someone she had just met. In fact, she hadn't really been aware of it, but perhaps all the players were collectively disliking Rabi. It wasn't an impossible thought, and she found herself grimacing at the realization. From now on, she would try to avoid them as much as possible. Ha.

"Is something wrong?"

Sai raised an eyebrow slightly and looked down at Rabi. From his perspective, she was a dangerous woman who had made the prince wait, wandered around the mansion, and then suddenly disappeared. Incidentally, this was their first meeting. She was relieved that he hadn't heard her mutter his name earlier. She didn't want to be suspected any further.

Sai didn't seem to have any intention of conversing with Rabi. He moved his tall frame gracefully and stood behind her, as if to signal that his search mission was over.

"The prince is waiting for you in the greenhouse. I will accompany you."

She remembered the long sword at his waist. It was terrifying. At least, she wished he would stand in front of her. "Thank you," she said, turning around and trying to force a smile. However, her facial muscles were dead. She had practiced sarcastic and foolish grins many times, but a graceful smile for others was a distant memory.

Seeing Rabi's smile, Sai made a face that she had never seen in the game, a face that was, to put it simply, horribly distorted. On one hand, it was a rare glimpse into the usually calm and taciturn man, but on the other, she felt that her training for building smooth human relationships after escaping this country had just increased. It was a bit painful.

***

As usual, when she headed to the greenhouse, the owner of the soft golden hair was elegantly sipping tea.

"Hey, Rabi, it's been a while."

"Prince Baldo, you haven't changed."

She had given up on running. Instead, she decided to quickly and smoothly end the conversation. The boy's name was Baldo Swarg Whitey. He was the prince of this country and the main hero of "Harinezu." In Rabi's memory, he always shone brightly, and thinking of him always warmed her heart, no matter how difficult things got. No matter how much she spouted insults or caused trouble, he always saw her for who she was, at least on the surface.

Rabi was in love with him. She had once dreamed of the day when the curse cast by Nella would be lifted, and she could be with him. However, now that she had recovered her memories from her previous life and all the filters had been removed, the boy standing before her was just a kid. His smile was just a fake one, and his words carried no genuine feeling. Don't underestimate her former sales experience. She had seen customers many times, saying warm words while looking disillusioned and running away, and she had cried over it.

By the way, why was his last name Whitey? The name of this country was the Whitey Kingdom. Even if the swan was the image character, couldn't the developers have come up with a better name? What if she laughed at the mention of the country's name? Is there a Bloody Kingdom?

Despite all this, Baldo was not a bad person.

From Baldo's perspective, Rabi was a wicked woman who bullied his beloved girl, and she was his fiancée. Rabi and Baldo were about the same age. In her previous life, he was just a high school-aged boy who had suppressed his feelings and taken on the responsibilities of the country. However, the fact that he regularly took Nella out on secret dates was questionable.

As a prince, he probably thought he was being discreet, but every time Nella reported to Rabi, she would tell her in excruciating detail what they had bought and what they had done. Rabi silently threw a handkerchief in her mind, wishing that he would choose his affair partner more carefully and be happy without involving her. You, I would gladly decline.