Chapter 46 : Who Are You Calling a Playboy?!

The events of that day were dazzling.
It was two days ago.

Ophelia had been walking through the wilderness for a whole day before she finally found a few scattered villages.

Beyond the trees was a village of scattered houses. In the vast night sky, a few stars twinkled brightly.

She was like a small boat, drifting in an empty ocean.

But this feeling was not lonely. In fact, she felt she had gotten used to it.

She gazed at the three stars in the southeast corner. She didn’t know why, but she felt those stars were so familiar.

“How could that be…”

She then realized her hand was tightly clutching the cross on her chest. She had a feeling that she had made the same gesture countless times in the past.

When a person loses their memory, they become all alone.

Where do you come from, where are you going, who are you?

She never thought that the famous three questions would appear before her in this form. She patted her face and focused on reality.

“Ophelia, you can do it…!” She raised her small fist and cheered herself on towards the night sky.

No matter what others said, she was who she was.

[Holy Light]!

She used magic to illuminate the surroundings, and after confirming that there was no danger around, she ventured into the village.

The village was not large, but it was not so small that it could be easily explored. The strange thing was that there were no lights. A sense of incongruity enveloped her.

Perhaps it was common for lights to be out at night in the countryside. She didn’t pay too much attention to it and stopped at a house at the head of the village:

“Is anyone there? Excuse me!”

Only the sound of her knocking echoed around.

“Eh? Didn’t they hear me…”

She stood on her tiptoes, trying to look inside through the peephole.

“Almost… just a little more!”

She used all her strength, pressing her body against the door.

“Eh! Eh! Hey! Hey!”

Finally, at the moment she reached her highest point—she lost her balance and fell into the door.

“Ah!”

When she clumsily got up from the ground, she looked up, not bothering to pat the dust off her little skirt, and looked around nervously.

“No… no human presence…”

She finally realized the truth behind the sense of incongruity. In the large village, there was no trace of human presence at all!

She looked around. The simple furniture, the tables not yet completely covered in dust, the cozy little bed, all seemed to indicate that there had been traces of people here not long ago.

“Gh-gh-gh-ghost village!”

Ophelia’s eyes widened. She suddenly felt the surrounding environment become cold and gloomy.

The shadows of the trees outside might be some kind of monster with bared fangs and brandished claws, and the creaking of the windows caused by the wind was also terrifying.

If she took one step out, she would be captured by a monster!

“Waaah, I’m not tasty at all!”

Ophelia hugged herself tightly and quickly closed the door.

“From today on, I’m going to be a shut-in!”

The next morning, she had to go out to find food due to hunger. She didn’t know how to cook the wild rabbit she had caught with great effort, so she had no choice but to tie it up and roast it.

That meal, though burnt and unappetizing, left Ophelia feeling incredibly satisfied.

She drew water from the well in the village and took a refreshing bath using the bucket in the room. She decided to set off the next day, at least to a larger city.

She could look for Shirley and Evelyna, and also for clues to her own memory.

That night, she was in a good mood and hummed a song in her room, reading a storybook she found in the room, “The Story of the Holy God.” It was a fairy tale describing the great deeds of the Holy God. Although the wording was childish and the descriptions were grand and righteous, she read it with great interest.

“The person closest to the Holy God is the Saintess.”

The book recorded it this way. There would only be one Saintess in each era. When the previous Saintess died, the next Saintess would be born.

“The Saintess… what kind of person is she?” Ophelia was a little sleepy. She imagined herself becoming the Saintess, embarking on a great adventure to save the world with countless people.

Perhaps, at that time, though there would be partings, there would also be new encounters.

“Ah, I have to take off my clothes before bed…”

She put her hand on the ties of her clothes, taking them off one by one, then threw them all by the bed, and was about to put her hand on the hook of her underwear.

“Underwear… maybe not…” She yawned, about to collapse onto the bed.

A rustling sound came from outside the door.

The next second, her eyes widened. A naked—no, a man wearing only his underwear rushed in.

She was about to scream in fright, but the man quickly closed the door as if he had seen a ghost.

“Ah! What, what!”

“H-how rude! Is my figure that bad…”

Ophelia hastily half-draped her clothes over herself, pushed open the door and poked her head out. She looked carefully at the man.

His long black hair gave him a handsome feel, and the muscles on his abdomen showed signs of good training. Most importantly, his trembling body made him seem not like a bad person.

Could it be that he was lost?

Although her underwear was seen, it was an accident…

“Traveler? You, you wait! Let me change my clothes!”

Who knew that the man would fall headfirst to the ground.

“Ah! Be careful!”

Ophelia, not bothering to put on her clothes properly, quickly pushed open the half-open door and caught him before he hit the ground.

At that moment, Ophelia’s eyes burned, and a familiar feeling erupted.

[Schiller von Eisenhardt]

Title: Unparalleled Lecher

Number of Kisses: 50

Sexual Experience: 40

Suggestion: ???

“Huh?????!!!!”

The feeling of exhaustion and weakness made Schiller’s feet slip. He closed his eyes.

The expected pain did not come.

Instead, his head felt a gentle touch, accompanied by the scent of roses.

“Am I dreaming?”

“So, so soft…”

Schiller couldn’t help but swallow. He was about to savor this gentle homeland, but then he heard a loud shout in his ear.

“What’s with you! Why are you shouting so loud!”

He opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, and what met his eyes were Ophelia’s golden pupils.

No matter how many times he looked, he still found those eyes very captivating.

“I wasn’t mistaken…”

It really was Ophelia. He didn’t know how she ended up in this wilderness, or maybe she had come to block him?

He didn’t think the Saintess would wander around in such a place for no reason.

“As expected of an evil villain…” To think she could anticipate this step, it was truly terrifying.

Perhaps from their first meeting, everything was this little girl’s plan!

Now, he had just escaped the tiger’s mouth, only to fall into the wolf’s den.

He could only hope that Ophelia would show mercy and let him go.

Schiller suppressed his guilt and frowned slightly:

“Ophelia… er, how are you here?”

Ophelia said nothing, but tears gradually welled up in her beautiful pupils, and she gritted her teeth.

“Playboy…”

“Playboy?” Did Ophelia have a habit of calling names?

“You, you, you playboy! Unparalleled lecher! Go to hell!”

She let go of Schiller’s body, letting him fall to the ground.