How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Chapter 233: Morning Visit..?? ”The young master is busy right now.” ”Busy?” ”Yes... he is extremely busy at the moment,”

Snow initially didnʼt think much of Yuiʼs response, chalking it up to Rileyʼs usual eccentric obsession with training.

Knowing him, he was likely working on some new technique or pushing his limits in another early-morning routine.

But something about Yuiʼs presence here-her vigilant stance by the door, the faint hint of worry hidden behind her perfectly controlled expression-seemed odd.

Snow sensed there was more going on.

She knew all too well how to read people, and beneath Yuiʼs poker face, she could detect something unusual, something that Yui was clearly trying to conceal. ”Is he doing something dangerous, perhaps?” Snow probed, her voice calm but laced with suspicion.

Yuiʼs response was quick. ”No... the young master is just... occupied with important matters at the moment.” ”Hmm,” Snow murmured, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Yuiʼs face, which had grown more resolute, as if determined to keep the details shrouded.

Yuiʼs gaze shifted to meet Snowʼs directly, scrutinizing her in a way that felt almost confrontational. ”If itʼs not too forward of me, may I ask... are you truly the young masterʼs friend?” ”Yes,” Snow replied without hesitation.

Snow could sense Yuiʼs lingering doubts, despite her guarded expression.

As a maid of Killian Hall, Yui held a certain duty to protect Riley and maintain a level of discretion about his affairs, but her position only allowed her to go so far.

She couldnʼt openly question or confront the students-particularly not a supposed friend of Rileyʼs—without crossing a line that could put her position at risk.

False suspicions could jeopardize her standing, and Rileyʼs unpredictable behavior only added to the difficulty of discerning the truth.

It wasnʼt beyond Riley to associate with people as enigmatic as he was; after all, he had always been an enigma to her, even as his maid. ʼIs he from another hall...?ʼ

However, it wasnʼt just the young manʼs connection to Riley that had Yui on edge-it was her inability to recognize him.

She prided herself on knowing the faces of nearly all the students in Killian Hall, even if only in passing.

Yet, the young man before her was unfamiliar, and that discrepancy alone raised silent alarms.

The only students she hadnʼt fully memorized yet were some of the newly arrived first-years, still fresh on their time here, though this person didnʼt strike her as a first-year.

Yui found herself wanting to press further, to ask this ”friend” more pointed questions, but her responsibilities and limits were clear.

Right now, her priority was ensuring Rileyʼs privacy.

The timing was delicate; whatever he was doing, Rileyʼs current situation left strict instructions in her mind to prevent interruptions. ʼNo one must find out what the young master is doing right now....ʼ

So, for now, even if her suspicions remained unsettled, Yui decided not to complicate matters by pressing the young man further.

Snow, unsatisfied with the situation, was ready to let things be.

She knew she couldnʼt just force her way into Rileyʼs room without revealing her true identity - a revelation that would only trouble Riley further if he genuinely was occupied.

With a resigned sigh, she reasoned there would always be another chance, especially since she possessed the [Swift Shift] item.

She could always return tomorrow or later, without ruffling feathers or drawing suspicion. But then...

A powerful surge of mana radiated from Rileyʼs room, slipping through the barriers set up within the dorm.

It was only a fleeting crack in the barrierʼs defense-a subtle disturbance that most people wouldnʼt have noticed.

Yet, for someone like Snow, whose mana sense was attuned to even the smallest fluctuations a level upon which only the highest-ranking mages could achieve, it was enough.

She sensed Rileyʼs mana inside, but the spike wasnʼt his.

This surge was potent, almost overwhelming, and felt hauntingly familiar-a mana often encountered within the ranks of the mage department. ʼ..... Donʼt tell me?ʼ ”Move...”

The single word slipped from Snowʼs mouth, carrying a weight that froze Yui in her tracks. ”Iʼm sorry, but I canʼt let you- ”Yui began to protest, but as Snowʼs form flickered-shifting back and forth between the young man she had arrived as and the unmistakable image of the young woman Yui recognized-her resolve wavered.

This transformation was all Yui needed to step aside, stunned and bewildered. ”Y-You are her highness... why are you-” Yui stammered, struggling to find the words. ”Killian Hall maid, Yui. Open the door,” Snow commanded, her voice carrying a cold finality that left little room for negotiation. ”I need to have a word with your young master.” Though reluctance weighed on her, Yui couldnʼt resist the unyielding authority Snow projected.

She moved aside and opened the door, casting an uncertain glance at Snow before bowing her head.

The moment Snow entered Rileyʼs room, her eyes began a thorough scan, tracking the remnants of red mana still lingering in the air like faint trails.

As her gaze swept across the room, she quickly absorbed the details: Rileyʼs disheveled appearance, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, with a noticeable damp spot clinging to his chest.

A pink strand on his shoulder stood out in stark contrast against the dim light. The sheets on his bed were noticeably wrinkled, and the impression of someone having sat on the sofa was evident, as if a second person had only recently left.

Snowʼs mind pieced together the scene.

She didnʼt know precisely what had transpired between Riley and whoever else had been here, but the presence of his maid guarding the door was reason enough to deepen her suspicions.

She was greatly aware that Riley had relationships with other girls she couldnʼt exactly ignore and was willing to let them enter his harem in the future but.... ʼThe title of first wife is mine...ʼ

All his firsts are supposed to be hers.

The warmth in her eyes hardened into something colder, and her expression froze, veiling her usual demeanor in an icy resolve. ”Snow...?” ”Thatʼs right, so... who was here with you? Care to explain, Riley?” ....

Cold...

The chill settled over me, freezing me in place like a plunge into winterʼs harshest storm, and

I felt every degree of Snowʼs icy glare as if it were a weight pressing down on me.

She wasnʼt even using her magic, but the look she gave me felt colder than any spell. My thoughts spun with a single word that perfectly captured my predicament.

Fuck.

I couldnʼt move, and there was no escape from her gaze, which practically screamed, ”Were you cheating on me?” The tension settled like frost on my skin.

Even the slightest motion felt like it would shatter me.

Gulping inwardly, I tried to steady myself.

The stakes of my answer felt high, and yet I knew that either lying or telling the truth could lead to the same conclusion.

So, I opted for a measured response, keeping my tone as calm as possible. ”A friend of mine just came over...” I managed, meeting her probing eyes. ”And who exactly is this friend of yours?” Her voice was dangerously soft. ”Senior Alice,” I said, trying to sound casual, though I knew I probably sounded anything but. ”Senior Alice, hm-? I knew you two were close, but... is it really so close that you can secretly invite her to your room this early in the morning?” Her eyes narrowed with an unsettling glint. ”I didnʼt invite her-she just... accidentally slept-” ”SLEPT?”

Snowʼs voice rose sharply, and I barely had time to react before she took a quick, icy step forward, her frost-laden hand reaching for my neck.

Cold spread from her grip like a vice made f ice itself, making every breath tight.

Her gaze bore into me, relentless, cutting off every possible escape route as she leaned in close. ”Riley Hell,” she said in a low, seething tone. ”I need you to explain everything, in full detail, before I kill you and myself later....” ʼThis girlfriend of mine was way too extreme....ʼ ... ”So... her familiar played a prank on her...?” ”Thatʼs right...” ”Itʼs definition of pranks is quite extreme then,” ”Well, Cheshire is... very whimsical,” ”Hmm~”

With that, she sank onto my lap on the sofa, wrapping her arms around me and resting her head on my shoulder.

I gently ran my hand through her soft white hair, feeling her warmth settle against the back of my neck.

It had taken a lot of careful explanations to calm her down, but finally, she seemed satisfied- enough to curl up against me like a satisfied cat. ”So~ in what way did she hug you?” ”Like... well, just like youʼre doing right now,” ”I see.”

There was a slight possessiveness in her tone, but she stayed close, letting her fingers idly trace patterns along my arm and chest.

It seemed Snow had this unusual fixation on mimicking everything Alice had done while I was asleep, as if she could overwrite the experience somehow.

I considered questioning it, but seeing her so calm and satisfied, I decided to let her do whatever brought her peace.

Honestly, it has been a while since Snow and I had a quiet, private moment like this.

Ever since weʼd admitted our feelings to each other, we had this quiet, hidden connection.

But time to indulge it was rare, squeezed thin by conflicting schedules and the constant need to keep things discreet.

So here we were, in an unexpected but cherished reprieve, enjoying the simplicity of each otherʼs presence.

I found myself smiling, taking in the warmth and closeness that had grown between us-an enjoyable moment, despite the unusual circumstances. ”Riley....” ”Hm?” ”C-Can we kiss....?”

I found my self chuckling at her cute request, not letting the moment get ruined my face naturally moved closer. ”Hmn~”

Her lips were as intoxicating as ever...