Everyone Said They Were My Lover in a Dream

The Soft Intruder

Because of the curfew, the saint had to leave after just a brief moment together.

She is the beloved saint of the Holy Kingdom.

Even in the original work, the characters from the Holy Kingdom were completely turned around.

After parting ways with the saint, I returned to my lodging.

Outside had already turned pitch black.

Did the saint dream about her past life?

Was the saint an angel who worshipped God in her past life?

I have never heard such a story before.

From the very beginning, after possessing this body, I meticulously wrote down every episode I remembered about this novel in my notes.

Among them, I especially detailed the information about the heroines who play a crucial role in the story, so I have no reason to be confused about the details regarding the saint, an important figure.

That means it changed solely because of me….

But the saint was unaware of my existence.

Does it make sense for me to dream about her? No, more importantly, why do I believe that dream as if it were real?

“Mmm….”

Many unexpected things have happened, deviating from my expectations, but I have still achieved the initial goal of forming a friendly relationship with the saint.

Even for someone like me, with mediocre abilities and just a mere viscount title, I have gained an abundance of connections.

It’s okay.

I never thought everything would go according to plan.

You can always modify the plan as you go.

I approached the desk and pulled out a small notebook from the drawer.

The notebook of the first alter ego I created when I came to this world.

In this notebook, I organized the artifacts and hidden pieces that can be found and acquired within the academy.

Even though it’s strange, I must have formed a bond with the saintess. Somehow, I will convince her to obtain these artifacts.

If it was only my power, it would be impossible, but with the help of the saintess, it is possible.

And as I gradually acquire the artifacts, I will also grow and someday…

The future, which was only gloomy, felt brighter and brighter.

Squeak

Until the window of my old room opened.

“Huh?”

Someone, whose identity was unknown and wrapped in a robe, was opening the window and entering my room.

What is this again?

An assassin?

Coming after someone as insignificant as me, a mere viscount?

Could it be that someone who secretly admired the saintess is jealous of me?

This is really too much.

No matter how much I rely on the original information to proceed with the plan, what kind of unexpected variable is this!

Until the unidentified villain closed the window and entered my room, I was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t do anything.

I learned swordsmanship and magic, but they’re all useless.

I have no real combat experience.

With such incompetence, there’s no way I can face an assassin.

And there’s that villain. Except for the initial creaking sound, there was no other sound coming from inside.

He must have at least some skill.

It’s incomparable to someone like me.

It’s unfair.

But am I going to die like this?

Even if it’s unfair, I’ll fight back.

“What insolence is this in the middle of the night!”

I shouted loudly at the villain to not appear weak.

The villain, who was looking at me with a robe covering his face, flinched.

“I am Secretary Grandgis Grangine! The…!”

“Secretary!”

Just as the villain was trying to continue speaking, he removed the robe covering his head.

Underneath, silky pink hair was revealed. It had a shine and softness that didn’t seem like an assassin’s hair.

The skin below it was so fair and glossy.

And the eyes, nose, and mouth that were tightly gathered…

Wait a minute.

It’s a familiar face, isn’t it?

“Sophia?”

The only daughter of the Republic’s president, who is currently vying for supremacy on the continent against the Empire.

Sophia de Rubellion.

There’s no mistaking it.

She too was one of the heroines who was determined to fight against the Empire in her own way.

Why is she in my room, when she is one of the three most important figures currently receiving the most attention at the Academy?

“Viceus!”

“Eek!”

Sophia threw off her robe and rushed towards me.

“You remember, right? Viceus! Yes. I wasn’t the only one who regressed! You remember too!”

Sophia hugged me so tightly that it was hard to breathe.

“Just, just a moment…”

W-What kind of strength is this!

“Hm? Ah. I’m sorry, Viceus!”

Realizing that I couldn’t properly breathe, Sophia let go of me.

“Cough, cough…”

“I’m really sorry. I got too excited about meeting you again, and the fact that you remember me, and almost made another mistake.”

Once I managed to escape from Sophia, I finally had the opportunity to fully examine her.

Sophia, who had come to me straight from sleep in her underwear.

The sight of her bare skin made my head spin.

Her scent, even from a close distance, was difficult to bear.

“Oops.”

Realizing that I wasn’t looking at her properly, Sophia hurriedly found her robe and covered herself.

Seeing her face slightly blush, it seemed that she was feeling embarrassed as well.

“Ahem… Ah, anyway, you. You remember me, right?”

With her face turning red, she asked me a question.

“Remember… me?”

I pretended to be a regular viscount’s nephew.

“It’s me! We hunted monsters together! We went on adventures together! We fought against the Demon King together, didn’t we!”

…Huh?

I paused for a moment at Sophia’s absurd words.

What on earth is she talking about?

Sophia has never gone on a separate adventure before the main story, and the Demon King doesn’t even appear in this novel.

Did she have a weird dream or something?

“That… You don’t remember?”

As I stood there, speechless, Sophia asked me in a pitiful voice.

I don’t understand what’s going on with this talk about memories.

“It’s impossible!”

“No, wait a minute…!”

Sophia rushed towards me again.

I lay on the bed, and Sophia climbed on top of me.

“Do you really not remember? The adventures we had together… The night we comforted each other with tears after losing everything… The promise to defeat the Demon King and get married and have a child together…?”

Tears started to well up in Sophia’s eyes as she looked down at me.

“…I see. So, I’m just Sophia, the daughter of the Republic’s President, to you.”

I couldn’t say anything in response to her truly sad expression.

“But I won’t give up on you.”

Sophia wrapped herself around me and hugged me tightly.

Her sweet fragrance filled my nose, and I could feel her warmth throughout my body.

“To this Sophia de Rubellion, there can only exist one rightful lover, and that is you.”

Rustle

Sophia stood in front of the window and covered her face with a robe.

“I’m sorry for waking you up so late at night. I wasn’t in my right mind either.”

She spoke in a composed tone, but I could see the pity in her eyes from inside the robe.

“Let’s meet at the Academy. My love.”

Squeak

She appeared like the wind, opened the window, and disappeared in an instant.

Her overwhelming physical abilities didn’t seem fitting for her high status.

I’m not sure what it means, but I seem to have developed a close relationship with Sophia.

Her help will surely be of great use in the future.

But, even if I say that, isn’t she just playing a prank on me and pulling my leg?

“hehehehe… To meet the Duke again. How lucky I am.”

Princess Arthoria lay on the bed and giggled softly.

“This is also the grace of Deos. Despite the sins I have committed, I am able to meet the Duke again!”

Arthoria closed her eyes again, trying to sleep, but she was too excited to fall asleep.

“No, I can’t. I will just make sure that the Duke is safe and then sleep!”

With impure thoughts of possibly witnessing Secretarys’ bathing scene, Arthoria secretly activated a sacred magic that allowed her to see a distant place.

“Since it is for the sake of supporting the Duke, Deos will surely forgive me!”

Oooong

A highly advanced sacred magic unfolded, so powerful that even the Pope couldn’t use it freely.

If it were the Arthoria from before she started dreaming, it would have been impossible for her to have such proficiency.

“Where… Where is our Duke…?”

The scenery of Secretarys’ room appeared vaguely in her mind.

And within it, Arthoria saw it.

A gallant man in pink clothes, daring to defile her Duke.

Crack

The pillar of the bed that the princess was holding onto broke into dust.