Chapter 55 : The Quietly Blooming Rose

That night, Ophelia had a strange dream. In the dream, she was always looking at a certain back.
However, whenever she tried to see the person’s face clearly, she found it was always pitch black and she couldn’t see anything.

Finally, she was awakened by an inexplicable fear. In the blink of an eye, the fragments of the dream disappeared without a trace.

“One, two, three!”

“Hey! Got it!”

“Yay!”

Ophelia excitedly held the rabbit, her eyes shining as she high-fived Schiller.

This was a very successful coordinated hunt. First, Schiller froze the ground under the rabbit’s feet, making it slip, and then Ophelia quickly finished it off.

“Actually, I can do this alone.” Schiller looked at the excitedly jumping Ophelia and ultimately swallowed his words.

He couldn’t bear to discourage the innocent child in front of him. When he said he was going hunting, Ophelia’s disappointment was almost visible.

“Eh… am I supposed to wait here?” Her golden hair drooped, and her whole body exuded a “I’m so useless” atmosphere.

She curled up in a corner in disappointment, burying her head in her knees.

‘Oh no, was this child always this super sensitive?’

“Oh my… I, I seem to be very afraid of hunting. Is there anyone, is there anyone who can help me!”

“Really?! Great!” Ophelia jumped up, showing no signs of her previous dejection.

And so, this led to the scene at the beginning of the story.

The fragrant meat sizzled, and an alluring aroma filled the air—Ophelia, looking at the delicious roasted meat, couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.

Schiller smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be ready soon.”

Ophelia’s face was instantly dyed red, and her eyes darted around.

“No, no…”

Guu~~~

A loud noise that was clearly audible to both of them.

This sound could only make Schiller think of some grand magic, or the roar of a giant monster.

“Enemy! An enemy?!” Schiller looked around nervously, but only silence remained.

“…”

Ophelia covered her face, her body sinking lower and lower. The sound came from her stomach. She felt her cheeks burning hot. If she could, she would dig a hole and crawl into it.

“I!” Ophelia suddenly stood up.

“I’m not a glutton!” As if her shame had reached its limit, she spread her arms wide. “Yesterday, you ate all of that pheasant… I haven’t eaten in a long time…” Her voice grew lower and lower, and finally disappeared completely.

As if sensing her own embarrassment, she simply sat on the ground and played dead.

“Heh heh…”

“Ahhhhhh don’t laugh!” She shook Schiller’s body from side to side, then pulled at the corners of his mouth, making him into a grimace. “Which mouth was laughing, was it this one?!”

After a full meal.

“Honestly, Schiller, you’re so mean!” Ophelia stared straight at Schiller. Her gaze was deep and pure. No matter what, she was still the Saintess.

“You don’t have to eat less just for me.” She said in a low voice, quietly patting his back with her small fist.

Ophelia looked very dissatisfied. She puffed out her cheeks, as if saying, “Please don’t give me special treatment!”

Schiller subconsciously patted her head. He found that Ophelia seemed to like physical contact. Even during normal times, she would unconsciously poke Schiller’s body and touch his hand.

That look, it was as if—a confirmation of existence.

“!! Wha-what does this mean… what did that head-pat just now mean! I, I, Opheliel, will never be won over by a head-pat… Hey, why did you really stop patting!”

She looked angry, as if she had been tricked, but she wasn’t really angry. She just felt that she was being surprisingly girlish, which made her heart tingle.

“I might have a talent for PUA…” Schiller said something that others couldn’t understand on the side.

“PUA?” Ophelia looked at him with a question mark.

“No, what PUA, this is called a reasonable strategy.”

So far, he had not met a woman weaker than himself, and Schiller’s only advantage was… “running his mouth”!

That’s right, in his previous life, weren’t there animes where the protagonist conquered the heroine through talk-no-jutsu? Even if there was no mouth, there were still cannons.

After all, Ophelia’s strength was so great, and he was so weak… Not long ago, he had even considered Ophelia his enemy… but that was Ophelia, not Opheliel.

“If this grudge is not avenged, I am no gentleman!”

“And heaven has just given me this opportunity!”

While Ophelia had no memory, what if he conquered her at this moment?

When Ophelia regained her memory, what would she be like?

Pain? Disbelief? Despair? Or… simply acceptance?

“No, the last one is impossible no matter how I think about it.”

That’s right, when Ophelia regained her memory, he would fulfill his oath!

The thought of her turning Sheryl into that state, the thought of the grievances she had made him suffer…

“Heh heh…”

“I am not at fault… the fault lies with Ophelia who made the first move against me!”

Even if she lost her memory, the things she did would not change.

And Schiller also really wanted to observe how Ophelia’s favorability would change. Would it drop to zero directly? Or…

“But what is the price?” He didn’t want to be a bad person, but he was by no means a lamb to the slaughter.

If there was a chance, he must take it.

“Rather than doing nothing, I would rather make a mistake.”

“What are you giggling about! It’s time to go.” Ophelia, seeing him not responding for a long time, poked his shoulder.

He smiled at Ophelia. At that moment, his eyes burned deep inside. He knew “that” was coming.

[Ophelia (Opheliel?)]

Title: Beloved Daughter of the Holy God, (Lost Child)

Personality: Persistent, Pious, (Innocent), (Sultry)

Physical Combat: Military-style Physical Combat LV10

Magic: Holy Magic LV10

Level: High-Tier Upper

Companion Magic: [Eye of Truth (Single)], [Holy Prophecy], [Conversion], [???]

Mana: SSS+

Favorite Food: ?

Instinct: Afraid of ghosts

Important People: ???

Besides Sheryl, this was the first time he had seriously looked at the panel. He found that the question marks on the panel seemed to be limited by his own knowledge and level.

For example, he knew Ophelia’s companion magic because it was mentioned many times in the game. He couldn’t not know.

In other words… the panel would faithfully reveal what “he had known.”

This knowledge, perhaps rumors, hearsay, as long as it had existed in his brain, would be recorded.

And the panel was a supplement to the rumors. It would reflect the person’s true situation.

And the unknown parts were like a main plot full of twists and turns, the parts he had “not yet learned.”

On Ophelia’s head, four golden roses were in full bloom.