Chapter 50 : Saintess or Stalkeress

The bright moonlight poured in through the window, and Schiller stared motionlessly at the full moon.
No, he couldn’t move at all.

“Hoo~ wah~ hooo~ heheh… roasted meat…”

Ophelia’s sleeping posture was terrible!

When Schiller woke up from the feeling of suffocation, he found that Ophelia was wrapped around his body like an octopus.

Her strength was so great that Schiller couldn’t break free for a moment.

What was making it difficult for him to breathe was her chest.

“Ugh!” Finally, he pushed away the tentacled monster wrapped around him and prepared to get out of bed to relieve himself.

“Roasted meat… don’t run away!” Ophelia wrapped herself around him again with astonishing force. She buried her head in Schiller’s chest and giggled as if she were savoring a delicacy.

So, in the choice between waking her up or enjoying it a little longer, he chose the latter.

“No, what man would choose the former!”

Even if his head agreed, his little brother would never agree.

It was truly dumbfounding. Before, he had never thought he would meet Ophelia in this way.

Although he had hardly heard any news of her after that, the main plot had progressed so much in his absence.

It was truly amazing. Should he say that he was indeed a supporting character? It was as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

In his previous life, he could only see the stories of the “protagonists” through the screen. At that time, he would occasionally wonder, how did the stories outside of the protagonists’ progress? Were there also magnificent stories beyond that? How did the people in that world exist?

There was once a person named Schrodinger’s Cat, who put a crocodile in a box that could not be observed. If it was not observed, the life or death of the crocodile could not be determined.

“Do you believe it, or do you not?”

However, his life was not without excitement. Perhaps he could not stand in the center of the world, but he would not be a mere stroke in the scroll of history either.

At least, in his previous life, he had fought tooth and nail but failed to graduate from virginity. Here, he was already almost an expert.

A passive expert.

As a good person, he was half-assed. As a scumbag, he couldn’t be ruthless enough.

“I’m just an ordinary person.”

‘Why not, while Ophelia hasn’t regained her memory, embark on a journey of self-discovery with her?’

He wouldn’t have to go back and face Sheryl. Sooner or later…

“No, how can you say such irresponsible things!”

A person must at least be responsible for their own actions. Although he could indeed escape, he would have to face it sooner or later.

Schiller shook his head. Ophelia’s warm breath beside him made him a little sleepy. Taking advantage of the warmth, he gradually closed his eyes and had a dreamless night.

Ophelia felt something poking her.

It was a strange, throbbing feeling.

“Mmm… the roasted meat last night was very tough…” She rubbed her eyes, sat up, and stretched lazily due to a slight drowsiness.

“Mmm~~ what a great sleep~”

Yesterday, she had been so scared that she couldn’t sleep well. Any rustle outside the window would startle her.

And today, by Schiller’s side, she felt an unexpected sense of security.

Thump, thump.

“Waah!”

Ophelia was startled. She felt something throbbing vigorously under her. She blinked her eyes, then her face flushed in realization.

She was sitting on Schiller in a riding position. At some point, their sleeping position had become an embrace.

“Six lamb ribs are…” She gently touched Schiller’s abdomen, where six-pack abs were firmly grown.

“So, so hard!” She pinched and kneaded it. The manly scent made her momentarily dazed. Then she breathed like a goldfish, scrambling to get off him. And without her body’s obstruction, a certain part of Schiller’s body was completely exposed.

“…”

“…!!!!”

“Waaah…”

Ophelia abruptly covered her eyes, but then secretly opened a slit. She felt her face burning hot, as if flames would erupt from it in the next second.

“That thing” was declaring its existence to her.

“Schiller, wake up! Wake up…” Ophelia endured her shyness and whispered Schiller’s name, but he showed no signs of waking up.

“Honestly, showing me this first thing in the morning…”

In fact, due to being treated like that by Sheryl for days on end, his body had accumulated a lot of fatigue—and had also become very active.

Speaking of which, that thing was something she had never seen before…

She had heard from Evelyna that men’s “that place” was very fragile.

Although she had lost her memory, she had not lost her common sense.

However, she had never seen the real thing—in short, the real thing.

That’s right, even her past self had probably never seen it. For some reason, she had this conviction.

Thinking of this, a bold idea suddenly occurred to her.

Since she had lost her memory, the boundary between her past and present had been bothering her.

The conflict that had not yet been revealed in the adventurer squad was now clearly visible.

“Because no one, ‘knows me’.”

In the adventurer squad, no one knew her past self, and the Opheliel that existed there was just Opheliel.

But Schiller knew her from before. In Schiller’s eyes, was she a shadow of her former self, or an independent personality?

Humans are social animals, not to mention someone who is all alone in this world. To her, Schiller, who knew her, was like God.

This was very important. Opheliel—the girl, desperately craved his recognition.

“At least, I exist at this moment.” She clenched the cross, as if encouraging herself.

“I, I also want the real thing!”

If her past self had had an incredibly happy time, then today’s self would use happiness above that to overshadow it all.

For example, doing something “she” had never done before.

Gulp, gulp, it was the sound of her heart beating violently, as if it would break through her chest and fall out of her throat.

The sound of swallowing was heavy in her ears. The whole world fell silent.

“It’s nothing, Opheliel, just looking, just looking!”

“How can this be a crime! I haven’t even touched it!”

“After all, scientific research is all about seeking truth and reality!”

A voice in her heart was egging her on like this.

Why was it, perhaps for a reason no one could explain, she lowered her hand that was covering her eyes and crawled onto the bed step by step.

The closer she got, the more she felt that thing…

Thump, thump.

“! Mmm…”

Ophelia was startled. She almost thought Schiller was about to wake up.

Schiller frowned, but showed no signs of waking up.

She pressed her body forward. She smelled a strange scent in her nose. Just as she was about to make another move—

“Hey, stalkeress, what are you doing first thing in the morning!”

“Ahhhhhh! Don’t, don’t wake up at this time!”