How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Chapter 445: Surprise Visit Interlude

”T-Thatʼs… well… if Your Highness insists…”

Kristaʼs voice faltered slightly. She bowed her head again—not out of obligation, but out of genuine respect.

Yet even as she tried to gather herself, that lingering question refused to leave her mind.

Just then, sensing the tension in the room had finally softened—at least marginally—Princess Snow took the opportunity to gently steer the situation toward something more formal.

Her posture shifted with a quiet poise, and the soft smile she wore became a touch more diplomatic, yet still warm.

After all, as the one who led this unexpected visit, it was her responsibility to speak first.

To be honest, what had happened earlier wasnʼt entirely unexpected.

Sheʼd prepared herself mentally for the possibility that Rileyʼs mother—or rather, any of his family members—might react strongly to their sudden appearance.

But even with that mental preparation… she hadnʼt anticipated things turning quite like this.

Snow cast a quick glance toward Alice and Rose—both sitting silently, their expressions properly composed, but with faint traces of guilt still clinging to their eyes.

Of course they were embarrassed. So was she. There wasnʼt a single one of them who felt proud of how they handled the beginning of this meeting.

Fainting.

Of all things.

It wasnʼt anyoneʼs fault per se, but the way Krista had collapsed still weighed on Snowʼs conscience.

Her first meeting with Rileyʼs mother… sheʼd wanted it to be more sincere, more gentle.

She had rehearsed how sheʼd greet her, what kind of tone sheʼd use, and even how sheʼd smile—not as a princess, but as a girl who truly cared about the boy Krista had raised.

But reality had, as always, been less than ideal.

ʼIf only weʼd had more time to prepareʼ she thought, holding back a sigh.

The truth was, this wasnʼt their original plan.

They were supposed to meet Rileyʼs mother separately, one at a time, and in a more controlled, private setting.

Maybe a casual visit.

Maybe an invitation.

Something subtle, something that wouldʼve allowed them to ease into the awkwardness without shocking her with three high-profile girls showing up on her doorstep unannounced.

But plans had changed—abruptly.

Due to an unforeseen complication regarding a certain fiancé flying around taking their man wherever, they had no time to coordinate, no room to divide the roles neatly.

And so, with barely any discussion, the three of them had resorted to Plan B—if one could even call it a plan, especially Alice who was just informed right at the get go.

Plan B basically consisted of…

A collective, unspoken decision to just… show up together.

And now here they were. Sitting in a noblewomanʼs living room, surrounded by fine tea, untouched sweets, and an atmosphere so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife.

Snow fought the urge to rub her temples.

If there were a way to go back in time and redo this introduction, she absolutely would.

Her tone, her entrance, the way she stepped through the front door like royalty when she had meant to come as a guest—all of it felt like a misstep now.

She could still remember Kristaʼs expression before she fainted. Shock, confusion… and just a hint of dread.

”We need to fix this…”

That thought had been repeating in Snowʼs head like a quiet chant ever since Krista had stirred awake.

Even though Rileyʼs mother was surprisingly understanding and composed, Snow knew better than to take that grace for granted.

This wasnʼt just a courtesy between nobles.

This woman—Countess Krista Hell—was someone Snow genuinely wanted to make a good impression on.

Her future mother-in-law, if everything continued the way her heart hoped.

Of course, the title was presumptuous.

But the feeling behind it wasnʼt.

It came from a sincere place.

Snow wanted to meet Krista not as a princess, not as a representative of the empire—but as a girl who truly cared for her son.

A girl who, along with the two beside her, had arrived unannounced… and accidentally caused the poor woman to faint for nearly thirty minutes.

Earth. Clearing her throat with a quiet cough, Krista quickly sat back down and gave a small, awkward smile.

”I-I must apologize,” she said, flustered. ”As the host of the household, Iʼve been… rather poor in welcoming you all. P-Please, princess… ladies… do take your seats. I imagine your visit here must be for something important, yes?”

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the teacup in front of her.

She took a small sip, hoping the warmth would help settle her nerves.

The porcelain clinked quietly against the saucer, but she could feel the tension in her chest rising again.

Snow smiled, a gentle, amused sound escaping her lips. She found Kristaʼs genuine flustered state endearing.

”Please, Countess,” Snow said, her voice light yet sincere, ”thereʼs no need for such formalities with me. From now on, Iʼd be honored if you simply addressed me as Snow.”

Krista nearly choked on her tea.

”S-Snow…?” she echoed, blinking rapidly. That was unexpected.

But the surprise didnʼt end there.

Snow tilted her head slightly and smiled even brighter.

”Well… itʼd be a bit much to keep addressing one another so formally, wouldnʼt it? Especially among family members, right?”

Krista froze. Her teacup almost slipped from her hand.

”F-Family…?”

”Fufu~,” Snow giggled. ”Surely, youʼve at least heard about our relationship with Riley, right, Countess? At this point, calling each other by our full titles would just feel awkward. So, perhaps… may we address you as Mother from now on?”

Kristaʼs entire body stiffened.

”M-Mother…?”

She hadnʼt expected that.

Snow was still smiling, clearly enjoying the moment, though not maliciously. Her tone was teasing—but underneath it, there was an unmistakable sincerity. She meant it.

”Ah… was that a bit too forward?” Snow added, tapping her cheek with a finger. ”Then… how about… Mom?”

Krista stared at her in stunned silence.

Rose stepped in calmly, placing a hand near her chest as if trying to soothe the atmosphere. ”Thatʼs… even more direct, donʼt you think?” she said in her usual reserved tone. ”For now, I believe calling the Countess Mother would be more appropriate.”

Snow nodded in agreement. ”Thatʼs fair.”

Then came Aliceʼs turn. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement as her voice softened just enough to sound mischievous. ”Still… we did barge into your home rather rudely,” she said sweetly. ”So being too direct might be a bit much for now, right… Mother?”

Kristaʼs grip on her teacup tightened ever so slightly.

All three girls—elegant, accomplished, and dangerously beautiful—were now looking at her with open affection, hopeful smiles, and a strange yet overwhelming sense of familiarity.

They didnʼt just see her as the Countess of Hell.

They were seeing her as someone… closer.

Someone they wanted to be close to.

The warmth in their voices… the innocent teasing… their expectant, eager gazes—

ʼItʼs a similar gaze to Liyana in the past…ʼ

It all felt like pressure building up in her chest.

Not a heavy pressure, but a suffocatingly sweet one, like being surrounded by the warmth of a hearth fire that you hadnʼt prepared for.

She wasnʼt used to this.

Only then did Krista suddenly realized: she wasnʼt just dealing with noble ladies.

She was dealing with her sonʼs suitors.

And worse—

They were serious.

Very, very serious.

ʼMy dear Liyana I want to fully support you but.... what should I do?ʼ