How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game-Chapter 369 : White Declarations...

"Tsk, this is why I hate fucking couples."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Nothing!" Amy huffed, crossing her arms. "Well then, I'll go and take care of my other duties for now."

She gestured toward the towering pile of paperwork stacked neatly on the desk beside her.

Seeing it, I was once again reminded of just how brutal student council work could be—especially for someone in a technical assistant role like hers.

"Please don't give me that look," she sighed, catching the pity in my gaze. "I've been used to being overworked like this ever since Dorothy's reign…"

I chuckled at that.

Even though she had an absurd amount of paperwork now, I could imagine it was still nothing compared to the hellish workload she had endured under Dorothy.

In a way, this was probably heavenly by comparison… but still—

"…Are you okay working—"

"Agh! Stop asking such unnecessary questions!" Amy cut me off sharply, turning toward me with a glare. "Everyone thinks I'm sensitive about coming back here after Dorothy's death. And I get it. But just like I've told everyone else, I'll tell you the same thing, so make sure you remember it, okay?"

Her voice wavered slightly, but her frustration burned through.

"I'm completely fine!"

She took a deep breath, her shoulders trembling ever so slightly.

"…Although I won't lie, it is hard sometimes," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "Facing everything here. Seeing all the same places. Remembering all those… precious memories."

Her fingers curled into fists, gripping the fabric of her sleeves tightly.

"But even so, I'm completely and utterly fine," she insisted, forcing a wry smile. "It was Dorothy's last wish that we live freely and do what makes us happy. So that's what I'm doing, okay?"

She exhaled sharply, as if trying to shake off any lingering emotion, then glared at me again.

"So please, don't give me that worried look—I hate it!"

I smiled gently and nodded. Seeing her act like this… I guess she's still trying to heal from everything, huh?

Since she mentioned something about Dorothy's last wish… did Oz leave them with something? That's a part of the story I never knew about.

I wonder if Senior Celine is acting the same way as Amy…

Amy let out a small 'hmph', her face slightly flushed with embarrassment before she sat back down in her chair.

She busied herself with the paperwork in front of her but quickly added, "You might want to make your appointment fast," without looking up.

She sighed dramatically. "We still have a pile of documents to send to the principal. Please don't bother the president too much! I can't handle everything on my own if you delay her for more than an hour, okay?"

I nodded but smiled bitterly inside.

Sorry, Amy… but I might be taking most of your president's time now…

Taking slow, deliberate steps, I glanced around the room.

The office had undergone some changes since the last time I was here.

The very tables and small offices spread around the space were well organized now.

Back when I last visited, Snow was still establishing her members, and things had been more… chaotic.

But now? Most of the roles seemed to have been filled.

My eyes landed on one particular table that had a couple of tumblers and—was that gym equipment?

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…Yeah, that's definitely Kagami's table.

Only a proper gym rat would claim a space in the student council office and still manage to turn it into his own personal workout station.

Just a few inches away from his desk, another table stood neatly separated.

I had initially assumed Kagami was the only disciplinary committee member in the council, but seeing this setup…

Did Senior Celine join him as well?

I guess most of the original members are back.

If Senior Celine is really here, then this would mark her fourth year in the council… which was both sad and impressive.

But since she barely does anything besides sleep all day, I guess it doesn't really mean much in the grand scheme of things.

As I stepped forward, my footsteps echoed lightly across the room. It was only then that Snow finally noticed my presence. Her blue eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Riley?"

"Hi, Snow."

She blinked a few times before regaining her composure. "What brings you here?"

"Ah, I just wanted to see you…"

A soft pink blush dusted her cheeks. "T-That's all sweet and everything, but… as you can see, I'm a bit busy right now…" She gestured towards the stack of papers on her desk, clearly overwhelmed by the workload.

"I know. I'm not really trying to bother you or anything," I reassured her, leaning slightly against her desk. "I just wanted to tell you something in advance."

She raised a curious brow. "What is it?"

"Let's go on a date tonight."

Her eyes widened again, this time in genuine surprise. "But didn't you just come back from your dungeon subjugation? You need to rest."

"It's fine. I didn't really take any damage in the expedition."

"I-Is that so?" She averted her gaze for a moment, brushing a stray strand of her pure white hair behind her ear. "Well… I appreciate the invitation, and I'm definitely going, but…" She hesitated. "Will it just be the two of us?"

"Of course not. Rose is coming as well." I said nonchalantly.

"Tch!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.

Even though she acted like she hated the idea, I could tell she didn't really mean it.

Rose was probably already growing on her, and I still needed to introduce Alice to the two of them officially.

I was bound to get an earful about it later—but honestly, I was fine with that.

Snow narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously. "Why do you look like you're preparing to face death for some reason?"

I chuckled at her question. "It's nothing."

There are still some matters I need to clean up with Yui as well but… that can come later…

...

Deep within an expansive plain of white—where everything was crystal clear and pure—the sky, the sea, the land, and everything the world encompassed blended into an eerie, untouched perfection.

At the heart of this pristine domain, a lone figure sat.

Draped in ethereal white, she was a vision of cold beauty—her features delicate yet imposing, her presence suffocating yet alluring.

She held a cup in her pale, slender hands, her expression one of pure apathy.

Her white lips barely moved as she stared down at the liquid within, as if contemplating its very existence.

A voice, deep and resonant, cut through the silence.

"My Queen… the army is ready."

The speaker knelt before her—a robed figure, like her, an entity of pure white.

Though its face was obscured beneath its hood, its presence was unmistakable.

It was one of her true knights, an extension of her will.

The White Queen did not respond immediately. Instead, she exhaled softly, setting her cup down with deliberate slowness.

Then, with the barest tilt of her head, she turned her gaze to the scene before her.

Silence.

A deafening, suffocating silence.

Yet despite the stillness, the world before her was far from empty.

Hundreds of thousands of knights knelt in perfect unison, each clad in immaculate, unblemished white armor.

Though many were mere copies of the original Primaris—her most elite warriors—they were no less formidable.

Beyond them, millions of armored soldiers stood in formation, their blank visors reflecting nothing but endless white.

Among them, robed figures in the hundreds of thousands wielded staffs and bows, their presence just as unwavering as the rest.

Classes upon classes of fighters loomed across the vast expanse, each embodying a facet of war, each a piece in her grand design.

The capital of her ivory kingdom stood behind them—a towering fortress of impossible elegance, its walls stretching toward the heavens as if seeking to consume the very sky itself.

And before it, her army knelt in absolute devotion, awaiting the will of their sovereign.

They did not breathe.

They did not fidget.

They did not waver.

They simply waited.

She cast another glance at the kneeling robed figure, her cold, unwavering gaze locking onto him.

"Felix… make sure the source of Lancelot's disappearance doesn't get involved."

Her voice, though soft, carried an undeniable weight—a decree that could shatter worlds.

The white-robed figure—Felix—nodded, his expression hidden beneath his hood, but his understanding was absolute.

He already knew the dangers of allowing that anomaly of a mortal to be dragged into their war.

Even without their interference, the mere existence of that being was a disruption to the balance they sought to create.

And then there was the [Red Queen] [Alice Holloway.]

Their grand enemy.

She alone was already a formidable problem.

A being who wielded the red flames that denied their existence, who stood as a pillar of opposition against their perfect order.

To involve someone tied to the [Chaos Dragon] would not just complicate matters—it would be an invitation to the inevitable end of their war.

Felix exhaled slowly, his resolve strengthening.

"The Order of Primaris is ready to take your command, my Queen."

The White Queen's eyes gleamed—a pure, blinding white.

At that moment, the entire world of white shifted. It was subtle, imperceptible to those without divine sight, but to those who served her, it was absolute.

An unspoken command spread across the minds of her subjects, rippling through their very beings like a silent, inescapable decree.

Separating the fantastical cat from its master.

Was the first step…

Felix lowered his head in reverence, his understanding unwavering.

The rest of the Primaris followed suit.

Their plan was simple.

Direct.

Ruthless.

And it would demand sacrifices.

But sacrifices were inevitable.

They were necessary.

To ensure victory.

To ensure the absolute unity of all creation under their Queen's rule.

Every Primaris in the Queen's service understood this.

They knew their fates.

They knew that for this plan to succeed, they would all die.

But that did not matter.

To perish in service of the White Queen—to give their existence so that she may bring about the end of the Red Queen—was the highest honor they could receive.

Felix clenched his fist beneath his robe, his resolve burning brighter than ever.

The war would end.

And they would make sure their Queen was the one who stood victorious.

…..

As the White Queen's divine energy expanded across multiple planes of existence, an unshakable truth became evident—the declaration of war had begun.

Every ascended being across reality—gods, eldritch entities, and forces beyond mortal comprehension—felt the shift. Some turned their attention in dread, others in anticipation.

But one thing was certain.

The balance of power was about to change.

In the depths of an abyss untouched by light, a figure draped in pure black stirred.

Its form was impossible to define, shifting and melting into the very darkness surrounding it. And yet, within the formless void, eyes—dozens, hundreds—opened, gleaming with intrigue.

A deep, rumbling chuckle echoed through the nothingness.

The shadows rippled, responding to its amusement, as if the darkness itself shared in its delight.

Soon it took the form of a silhouette of a woman and sat at her dark throne…

[At last… the pieces begin to move.]

It did not fear war.

It welcomed it.

…..

Elsewhere, beneath a sky stained in twilight, a young woman sat with her snow-white hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes closed as she basked in the tender touch of two petite black-haired maids gently combing through her locks.

Then, as if beckoned by an unseen force, her crimson-red eyes fluttered open.

A subtle, eerie glow pulsed within them, her irises sharpening into draconic slits—a clear sign of her awakened power.

As invisible White Chains that restricted her mortal form began to crumble…

A smile—small, knowing, obsessive—crept onto her lips.

"Soon… all the restraints chaining me will be gone, darling~."

Her voice carried a dangerous sweetness, a melody laced with an almost intoxicating longing.

And then—a vision fractured.

A once-obscured sight now revealed itself in fleeting, broken glimpses.

An academy—one she had long been denied entry to see…

And within that place… him.

'Riley Hell'

The figure she had sought for so long.

His face—his presence—so close, yet so far.

A deep obsession burned within her, coiling around her very existence like an unbreakable shackle.

Her heart never once beat for the young man. Or at least she believes so...

But the memories—the moments they once shared, the promises that should have been fulfilled, the love that should have belonged to her in that world—seared into her very soul like an unquenchable flame.

"I won't let others take you away from me anymore, darling~."

Her whisper carried through the dimly lit chamber, filled with a dangerous certainty.

A sudden tension filled the room.

The maids froze, their delicate fingers still tangled in her silken strands.

One of them swallowed nervously before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Young lady…?"

She had only heard a soft murmur—but as they looked at the mirror, the expression her mistress wore sent an unbearable chill down her spine.

The two maids trembled; their very souls gripped by pure, unexplainable fear.

An unseen weight pressed down on them, suffocating, cold, merciless.

Even the white wolf curled at their mistress's feet whimpered, its senses screaming at the monstrous presence swelling within the young woman.

And yet, amidst the fear—a giggle.

Soft, airy, mocking.

"Fufu~ it's nothing, darlings… please, continue~."

Her voice remained sweet, gentle even.

But to the two trembling maids, it felt like a death sentence.