Chapter 2: Natasha

“Olivianne, Olivianne, An-chan—!”

Drawn by the series of urgent calls, both Olivianne and her classmates turned their heads toward the source of the voice.

At the classroom door, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared, hurrying in with quick steps.

The girl had long, curly blonde hair tied into a side ponytail. Her large breasts bounced as she ran, and her school uniform

skirt looked like it had been shortened. With her curvy, attention-grabbing figure, she should have stood out… but

strangely, most of the boys around didn’t dare to look at her for too long.

This sexy, flashy blonde girl suddenly rushed over to Olivianne’s seat. Her slightly upturned eyes were filled with tears as

she looked at Olivianne, who blinked in confusion. Wait a second… wasn’t this blonde girl just calling her name?

Seeing Olivianne, the blonde girl got even more emotional. Her unstable feelings seemed to find someone to lean on at

last. She suddenly lunged forward and tightly hugged Olivianne’s petite body, crying out:

“Olivianne… the culprit—the culprit has been found!!!”

Wait—no… don’t just go hugging people out of nowhere!

“W-wait

Barely managing to escape from the blonde’s excited grip, Olivianne backed away in a panic, waved her hand in front of

her in the classic “no thanks” gesture, and gasped out:

“Just… just wait a second, let me think for a bit…”

The blonde girl looked confused, staring at her with a puzzled face. Olivianne, on the other hand, was even more

confused. Who is this girl?! Have I seen her in the game before?

Olivianne thought and thought, but couldn’t recall where this blonde girl appeared in the game… But at the same time,

she did feel strangely familiar. Like… she definitely was a character.

With no other option, Olivianne had to dig through the original body’s memories to figure it out. After all, she had spent

the last hour since arriving in this world trying to merge memories.

The method was simple—just focus and recall. The original Olivianne’s memories, from childhood up until now, flashed

through her mind like a movie—her name, her family, her hobbies, and even things like… life experiences and habits as a

girl were slowly being absorbed into Olivianne’s current mind.

However, during this process, she also noticed something concerning—for example… the original Olivianne’s personality

seemed to be influencing her. To give a specific example… the original had a sharp tongue, a bit of a sadistic gremlin vibe.

Something her past self definitely didn’t have, yet now she couldn’t stop feeling a little bit… itchy inside thinking about it.

In short, Olivianne shook her head. She needed to be careful about this memory fusion thing. If she went too far, she

might not even know anymore whether she had possessed the original Olivianne, or the original had gained her

memories.

And this blonde girl in front of her… oh right, sorry, she almost forgot about her.

Olivianne finally turned back around and looked properly at the girl’s face. Then, digging through her memories,

something clicked—and she slapped her thigh.

“Natasha?”

“Mhm, it’s me! What’s wrong? You looked like you didn’t even recognize me. An-chan, did you… lose your memory?”

Seeing Olivianne acting so strangely, Natasha narrowed her eyes in suspicion, trying to read her expression. Olivianne

quickly brushed her bangs down and awkwardly covered it up.

“no, nothing like that. I just… dozed off during class and just woke up, still a little fuzzy.”

“seriously? An-chan, you really dare to sleep during class? That bald teacher of yours is super scary, you know.”

Olivianne was internally speechless. She remembered that when she first opened her eyes after transmigrating an hour

ago, there was already a teacher lecturing. At first, she was relieved it wasn’t something like calculus she couldn’t

understand—but the moment she realized it was an explanation about the principles of fireball magic…

What the hell was that supposed to mean?!

Anyway, that didn’t matter. That had just been an excuse to dodge Natasha’s questions. She had actually been fusing

memories while resting her head.

At least now, she could confirm it. The beautiful girl in front of her really was the Natasha from her memories.

Natasha Kafa, Olivianne’s best friend. Also a second-year student—same grade as Olivianne, but in a different class.

They met during a school event at the beginning of the term and quickly became close due to their matching personalities.

From then on, aside from class, the two were practically always together on campus. Their friendship was strong, and

many students secretly referred to them as “those delinquent second-year girls.”

Yes, “delinquent.” That was the image they gave off—two villainess-type girls who looked like they bullied others in a pair.

This mostly came from Natasha’s appearance. She wasn’t ugly, but her sharp, upturned eyes, prominent nose, fuller lips,

and the intense, aggressive way she looked at people, along with her long legs—basically, she looked like the kind of main

girl you’d see in a school bullying revenge story… definitely not friendly.

Then there was Olivianne herself—cold, sharp-tongued, and sadistically sarcastic. She always hung around Natasha, and

whenever someone messed up, she’d mock them with a few biting remarks. With one of them looking threatening and the

other speaking nastily, people stopped messing with them. Or more accurately—they were probably ostracized too.

Of course, Natasha wasn’t actually a bad person. Despite being the noble daughter of Duke Kafa, she still chose to be

friends with Olivianne, a commoner from a merchant family. That alone showed she was genuinely kind—maybe even a

little silly…

As for her “scary” eyes—that was just how she was born. Olivianne had been suspicious too at first, wondering if Natasha

had some issue with her. But no—Natasha just looked angry all the time, no matter who she looked at. And as for bullying

others… they had never actually done that. People just assumed they had.

people really do judge by appearances.

Now that her memories were clear, Olivianne finally relaxed. She also realized—this was the blonde girl who always

followed her around in the game.

Wait… they weren’t delinquents after all?!

Okay, so she had judged by appearances too. But it wasn’t her fault—the game barely gave these two any

screentime. It was only natural she didn’t remember them well.

“So, Natasha… what were you saying earlier? Something about a culprit? What do you mean someone found the culprit?”

Olivianne tilted her head and brought the conversation back on track. Natasha suddenly remembered why she came here,

smacked her own forehead, and then grabbed Olivianne’s hand again, shouting in a hurry:

“I forgot! Hurry, Olivianne, come with me to the auditorium! The thief who stole my panties has been caught in the

school auditorium! His name’s… Gawain or something. Let’s go confront him now!”

Gawain?!