After transmigrating into a cannon-fodder villain in a yuri dating game, Ryan’s survival guide contains only two rules: 1. Stay as far away as possible from those witches who will one day shake the world. 2.Never provoke the golden-haired saintess protagonist who will appear in the future. And yet now, The future Witch of Envy is crouched in the corner, stumbling through the letters he is teaching her to read. The proud Elf Princess visits him in the dead of night, seeking a dangerous bargain. The Sword Duke’s daughter challenges him every week, firmly believing that defeating him is her life’s mission. And the Empire’s most dazzling Second Princess has quietly drawn a circle around his name in her intelligence dossiers. Ryan looks at his empty purse, and at the flashing death warnings in the Eye of Probability, and sighs. “Wasn’t this supposed to be a yuri romance game?” “So why does it feel like I’m playing Empire Strategy and Witch-Raising Simulator instead?”