Surviving As The Villainess's Attendant

Next Day....

I stirred awake to the sight of a ceiling I recognized.

It wasn’t the one from my old apartment—far from it. No cheap plaster, no water stains in the corners. Just smooth stone, lit by the faint morning light leaking through wooden shutters.

This was the room I’d been assigned when I got here. Stark. Modest. A little cold, honestly.

I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the haze. My body ached all over—soreness blooming across my shoulders and ribs. The duel with Aleck—no, Alice—came rushing back.

"...Seriously," I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. "Alice Draken. That Alice Draken. Pretending to be a guy named Aleck? I can’t believe it."

In the game, she never did anything like that. Not in any route I played. She was cold, proud, and tragic. But never the type to fake her identity and duel someone in a courtyard like some knight.

Then again... this world wasn’t a game anymore.

I let out a slow breath and stared up at the ceiling.

What the hell was going on?

My eyes drifted to the table in the corner of the room. My equipment was piled there, still damp from melting snow. My sword leaned against the wall beside it, its edge nicked from the fight.