Published: September 4, 2025
This is not Satou’s perspective.
There are cruel expressions in the story. Please be cautious if you’re sensitive.
Correction made on 2/11.
I thought I could do everything on my own.
I never stopped to appreciate who was making my meals or who was giving me games and my phone—I took those things for granted, as if they were naturally owed to me.
Maybe that’s why?
I started thinking, without any real reason, that I was different from the other classmates.
Of course, I never put in any effort because I thought it was uncool. So, my gaming skills improved instead. Setting off flame wars on anonymous message boards was also a piece of cake.
Maybe because I hated dealing with those kinds of people, I started distancing myself not only from friends but even from family. It’s almost a miracle I wasn’t bullied.
That’s exactly why I got hooked on wish-fulfillment gal games, as well as unbeatable and reincarnation-themed games.
Especially reincarnation games—I got so obsessed that I gathered all sorts of information online to be ready whenever I was summoned. I downloaded what I found onto my smartphone, then copied it into a notebook. After all, there might not be electricity where I'd be teleported. The notebook was filled with messy handwriting packed with that knowledge.
Alright, princess of another world, summon me anytime!
“Loose lips sink ships.” Those words really hit home these days.
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Suddenly it went dark, and I found myself inside a brick-walled room somewhere.
Hey, where the heck am I?
Well, of course, I knew. Common sense.
The room was dim, flickering with the light of a candle—not magical light.
Ah, don’t forget my favorite reincarnation trope. The first thing to observe is “people.” I desperately scanned the faces of those present. Who was an ally, who supported the summoning, who opposed it. Observe. That’s all I could do right now. So I observed.
There were three women dressed like shrine maidens, six men who looked like soldiers, two old men who seemed like bureaucrats, and one sharp-looking guy with sinister glasses—I already labeled him the enemy.
Ugh, a weasel standing upright is talking about something. Beastmen, please just keep the ears and tail. I’ll forgive the paw pads.
My human observation was forcibly interrupted.
“●●●●, ●●●. ●●●●●●●●●.”
When that person spoke to me, my cool demeanor instantly evaporated.
Oh, Jesus!
My mind went blank; I couldn’t think at all. All I could do was stare at that woman. Maybe it was some sort of magic attack or mental contamination.
But honestly, I didn’t care.
Right now, staring at her is justice.
A woman who seemed to be her maid offered me something.
“Hey, you’re in the way. Move aside. Her hair got a bit hidden.” She was taking my hand to do something, but as long as it didn’t block my view, fine.
“Do you understand the words I’m saying?”
I get it, but so what?
What meaning does that have when I’m just admiring her beauty?
“What shall we do, His Highness? The translation ring may not be working.”
“Oh dear, what a problem. What should we do?”
Even troubled, she was beautiful.
I want to see more expressions like that.
“His Highness, the results of the Yamato Stone you touched earlier are in.”
“And the results?”
“Same as the previous two. It has a rare skill called ‘Buried,’ but it’s not unique.”
“Will it serve the national interest?”
“Unfortunately…”
“I see.”
I overheard something unpleasant. Who were the “previous two”? Am I the third? Do I have to say, “I’m probably the third”? And what is this about national interest? They just abducted me, and now they’re talking like this?
Like many young people these days, I instantly boiled with rage.
What made it worse was the soldiers protecting them. The swords at their waists and the spears in their hands looked real.
If I were to fight back, now’s not the time.
This is a calm analysis. Not because I feared the soldiers’ swords or the murderous glare promising death if I move. It’s simply a cool-headed decision. Let’s stay cool. Stay cool.