I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game-Chapter 162: About Daily (3)

"It concerns my sister."

And he had added those ominous words.

I couldn’t just ignore this.

‘So it’s finally happening.’

A secluded alley.

We had moved to a more private location to speak freely, away from prying ears.

This was the best place for a secret conversation.

I was the first to break the silence.

"So then, what exactly is this warning of yours?"

"...I don’t even know if this is the right thing to do."

Lusca didn’t answer immediately.

He only furrowed his brows.

Perhaps he needed time to organize his thoughts.

After taking several deep breaths, he finally began to speak.

Unlike his usual composed tone, his voice carried a faint tremor.

"Dragging this out won’t help."

"For you to hesitate this much... this must be no small matter."

"Yeah. And since I don’t know who might be listening, I’ll keep it short."

"That would be ideal."

His pupils flickered.

Then, meeting my gaze, he spoke.

"My family has started to take an interest in you."

"The Vanity House?"

"Yes. But it’s not the kind of interest you want."

"I don’t recall doing anything to provoke hostility from the ducal house."

"That doesn’t matter. What matters is that your name has been recorded in the Register."

"The Register? And before that... what exactly do you mean by ‘interest’?"

"I can’t answer that yet."

Lusca clammed up the moment we reached the crucial part.

Likely due to restrictions imposed by his family.

I had expected as much, but I had asked to confirm.

It didn’t matter—I already understood the implication behind his words.

‘If they’ve started watching me... then it’s time for them to move.’

I ran through the possible scenarios in my head.

The original story flashed rapidly through my mind.

Even as I feigned ignorance, the boy before me seemed deep in thought, before continuing in a low voice.

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because it involves my sister."

"Lady Vanity?"

Lusca’s way of speaking was incredibly frustrating.

He would drop ominous hints, acting like it was serious, only to fall silent when it came to the most important details.

Most likely due to his family’s restrictions.

‘This reminds me of the Headmaster’s way of talking.’

Had I not known the original story, I would have been extremely irritated by now.

I maintained my composure and asked calmly.

"Then, what exactly do you want me to do?"

I was asking for his true intent.

If he had gone this far to warn me, it meant he wanted me to play a role.

At my direct question, Lusca’s eyes widened slightly.

He hesitated, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, before finally answering.

"...Protect her."

His blue eyes trembled with sincerity.

An earnest, unwavering gaze.

"Please... protect my sister."

Even if I didn’t want to, I couldn’t ignore the implications.

A fragile crack had appeared in the story.

The butterfly I had unknowingly set free was finally returning as a storm.

An unseen tide was rising in this world.

My thoughts were in disarray.

Was it because of Lusca’s sudden warning?

I found myself lost in contemplation for a long time.

A cold sense of tension crawled along my spine.

‘So something is happening within the Vanity House.’

A troublesome matter.

Even with my knowledge of the original story, the future was now uncertain.

No matter how many times I had played through this world, this was something I couldn’t predict with certainty.

The butterfly effect had long since taken over.

The story had veered far from its original path.

By now, half the original cast should have been dead, and the academy itself should have been in ruins.

And behind the scenes, the Usurpation War should have been in full swing.

But I had systematically destroyed each of those major events.

If there had been no reaction, that would have been the stranger outcome.

"My family has started to take an interest in you."

And now, I had received an ominous warning.

This was not something I could ignore.

Especially since Vanity House had been one of the major antagonistic forces in the original.

I needed to piece together the information and determine what lay ahead.

As I walked, lost in thought, a gentle tug on my sleeve brought me back to reality.

It was none other than Regia.

"Young Master? Are you alright?"

"Ah... Lady Regia."

"It’s just that... you’ve seemed a little off for a while now."

"I’m fine. Thank you for your concern."

We were walking across the academy grounds.

Beside Regia’s fluttering pink hair, Vanity and the Fox were also present.

We had just finished a class together and were on our way back to the dormitories.

The Imperial Princesses had left earlier for their own affairs, and Professor Selena was busy with her work.

That left only the four of us.

‘This setup...’

It reminded me of the early days of last year.

Back when everything was still unfamiliar.

The four of us had always moved together back then.

It was strange to think that nearly a year had passed.

I murmured to the summoner beside me.

"Time really does fly."

"Y-Yes... It feels like we just had the entrance ceremony, and now we’re already second-years..."

"Well, enjoyable days always pass quickly."

We exchanged small talk as we walked.

Then, a glimmer of light caught my eye.

It was a ring.

Specifically, the one on Regia’s ring finger.

Recognizing it, I spoke without thinking.

"You’re still wearing that ring."

"H-Huh? Y-You remember...?"

"Of course. I was the one who gave it to you, wasn’t I?"

A few months ago.

After completing a side story, I had received that ring as a reward.

Since I had no use for it, I had given it to her.

And she had worn it ever since.

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—The boy who stayed beneath the stars, before the gateway of the heavens—

It was a stage infamous for its absurd difficulty.

But the reward had been well worth it.

[Accessory: Ring of Bonds]

An item that could block one attack directed at the wearer, regardless of the damage.

It would vanish after use, but in the original story, it was one of the few items that could resist Yuda’s [Liar] ability.

For a consumable item, it was practically top-tier.

Regia blushed.

"I-It’s... It’s something you gave me, Young Master. Of course, I treasure it."

"Hearing that makes me happy."

"How can you say such sweet things?"

I smiled in amusement as I patted Regia’s pink hair.

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The girl flinched but quietly accepted the touch.

"Y-Young Master...?"

"Make sure to always keep it with you. Don’t lose it, and don’t forget about it."

I added a few words of request.

The story was already approaching its final arc.

At this point, nothing would be surprising.

If there was even one thing I could prepare, it was worth doing.

Especially since Regia was the weakest in direct combat, aside from her summoning abilities.

She needed at least some protection in case of an emergency.

Simply put—

"One day, I’ll be there to protect you, Lady Regia."

This ring was a minimal safeguard.

Regia, who had been listening absentmindedly, soon nodded with a refreshing enthusiasm.

I didn’t know exactly how she had interpreted my words, but her expression brightened.

Seeing the flush on her cheeks, it seemed like she was feeling warm all of a sudden.

Yet all she did was fidget with the ring on her finger.

"Y-Yes...! I promise I will!"

"As expected, how admirable."

A gentle exchange of words.

As I watched her innocent reaction, I suddenly felt sharp gazes from both sides.

It was none other than Emilia and Irene, who had been walking home with us.

I had been so focused on my conversation with Regia that I had forgotten about them.

Now, both were glaring at me with frosty stares.

Their expressions were filled with clear dissatisfaction.

"Hmm... That’s an interesting story. To think you’re already giving out gifts like that."

"I never expected her to be ahead of us."

A ring.

And not just any ring—a ring worn on the ring finger.

One that I had personally placed on her finger.

That alone was enough to draw attention.

I let out an awkward smile, realizing I had to say something in my defense.

The cold atmosphere was enough to send a chill down my spine.

"There seems to be a slight misunderstanding—"

"If you’re just going to call it a misunderstanding and brush it off, I don’t want to hear it."

"Exactly. Otherwise, that would mean you’re toying with a commoner’s heart."

"Even a womanizer wouldn’t go that far."

"I would like to believe you’re not that kind of person."

"······."

A relentless barrage of attacks.

Honestly, I felt completely wronged, but I knew better than to argue back.

That would only make me more vulnerable.

I simply continued smiling bitterly.

"A-Anyway... If you gave her a ring, then doesn’t that mean...?"

"A quiet cat is the first to climb the stove, after all."

So that’s what they were focusing on.

Regia, who had been watching the situation unfold, looked like she was about to explode from embarrassment.

Just as she stepped forward, seemingly ready to explain herself—

The Fox cut in.

"W-Wait! T-That’s not what it—"

"I don’t care."

Thump—.

Irene suddenly grabbed my arm.

I blinked in confusion.

"Lady Irene...?"

A puzzled murmur.

And then—

What she did next was something no one could have expected.

She took my hand.

Brought it close to her lips.

And slowly parted them.

Then—

Chuup—.

She wrapped my finger in her mouth.

A wet, humid sensation.

Specifically, the finger where a ring would be placed.

The sudden warmth, the slick texture of her tongue—

Even as her lips completely enclosed my finger, the Fox met my gaze without hesitation.

A mischievous glint in her eyes, curving into an enticing smile.

Then—

Nibble—.

Her sharp teeth lightly pressed down.

A faint bite, applying just enough pressure to stimulate the skin.

And as if savoring candy, her tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes.

Her saliva clung to my fingertip, a tangible warmth soaking into my skin.

A highly addictive heat.

"······."

Silence.

Everyone was too stunned to react.

Even after all that, Irene calmly withdrew her finger.

A thin trail of saliva stretched between her lips and my hand.

The spot she had bitten down on left behind a distinct imprint of her teeth.

Like an engraved ring, perfectly encircling my finger.

It was a sight dripping with sheer depravity.

The girl simply smiled leisurely.

"This is enough for me."

A bite mark in place of a real ring.

That was her substitute.

The Fox wiped the saliva from her lips.

"······."

At this point, I was beginning to question something.

Was she really a beastkin?

Or was she actually some sort of demonic race from mythology?

Or maybe even closer to a succubus?

Her sultry voice had left everyone dazed.

Amidst the lingering heat of an undeniably impure atmosphere, the one to finally break the silence—

Was Emilia.

Completely frozen in shock, she suddenly burst out in a shrill voice.

Her pale face was flushed bright red.

Her sky-blue eyes trembled as she pointed at Irene.

"You—! H-How dare you—! T-To do such a s-shameless thing... i-in p-public?!"

"It’s not a big deal. It’s just us here."

"That doesn’t m-make it better! H-Have some decency—!"

Emilia was stuttering so badly she couldn’t even form proper sentences.

Her forehead had turned so hot that it looked like steam might start rising from it.

As expected from a high-born noble lady.

She had always been helpless when it came to matters like these.

Sometimes, she was even worse than Regia.

"A-Ahhh... Y-Your f-finger, her t-tongue... a-and the bite mark—!"

Of course.

Regia was not holding up well, either.

Her face was equally red, completely exposing her flustered state.

Meanwhile, the Fox simply grinned in victory at their reactions.

I could only let out a small sigh.

"...Pfft."

A faint chuckle slipped from my lips.

A slow shake of my head, meaning there’s no helping it.

It took a long time to calm down the two utterly bewildered girls.

***

Meanwhile.

Deep beneath the academy, in the labyrinth.

A place where shadows clung thickly to the walls, the sound of several footsteps echoed through the dim corridors.

All of them wore blood-red robes trailing behind them as they walked.

A creeping, foul aura seeped from their very presence.

‘Baoth.’

Also known as black magicians, or cultists.

The chilling air slithered through the stone walls.

As they moved forward, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

It was directed at the figure leading the group.

"Gravekeeper, sir. We are nearing our destination."

"Confirmed. Base camp. Set up. Here."

"But... isn’t this too close to the academy building? The faculty might notice something."

"Impossible. Absolutely."

Gravekeeper (gardien d'une tombe).

The man addressed by this title rejected the concern without hesitation.

He declared with certainty that they would never be discovered.

One might think him arrogant, but he wasn’t necessarily wrong.

Even if the faculty were aware of the labyrinth’s existence,

Understanding its inner structure was another matter entirely.

Especially if they wanted to uncover the hidden paths that the cult had spent nearly a century excavating.

"Not a single. Faculty member. Can see. Through the labyrinth."

His conviction was not limited to the faculty.

No one on the continent could fully comprehend this place.

Because this was no ordinary labyrinth.

It was an ancient relic—a remnant of destruction and forgotten ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) records.

A structure fundamentally incompatible with modern magic.

Understanding its spatial composition was simply impossible.

There was a reason why artifacts of the past were labeled as mysteries.

Upon hearing this explanation, the cultist accompanying him nodded.

"In a few days. We proceed. With the operation."

A tattered crimson banner fluttered in the darkness.

The Gravekeeper, his trembling hands shaking with an eerie excitement, reached into his sleeve.

Then, he carefully unfolded a sheet of parchment.

"Memorize. The target."

It was a portrait.

A carefully drawn image of a student’s face.

The Gravekeeper whispered coldly.

"The power of the dragon... This child shall be. The surrogate for the Fallen Dragon."

The image they had stabbed their blades into depicted—

A pink-haired girl.

None other than Regia Pilartz.

The protagonist of this world.

"The fall of Galimar... shall come in an instant."

A chilling hum escaped from beneath the hoods of the robed figures.

A dirge for the soon-to-be dead.