No suitable person existed even after searching through Lysith’s memories. There were two Dukes, but one was her brother, and the other was a middle-aged married man, making them ineligible as male protagonists.

“Meeting the Grand Duke now is too early.”

She had to meet a male protagonist who could help with the progress of the sub quests.

Rushing into the main quest without proper knowledge, having s*x with an unknown man was a bit……. Anyway, the risk was too high. Besides, if the statement that sub quests exist to ease the main quest was true…….

Level 1 itself was not connected to the main quest.

So there was no need to lie in the same bed…….

‘No, wait. I mean, even if it’s not s*x, from the first meeting, doing such things…….’

She seemed to be in too much of a hurry without realizing it. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she shook her head and continued her thoughts.

First, she needed to make them like her, proceed with the sub quests, and then move on to the main quest. The main quest had no specific deadline, and checking the system revealed that it would automatically fail if it was deemed impossible to conquer any one of the four.

The Emperor was not someone easily met, and the Tower Master was the same. After considering everything, it seemed best to find and conquer the remaining male protagonist.

“First… I should try attending social gatherings since there’s nothing to lose.”

Suddenly remembering the passive skill provided earlier, she opened the passive window and saw the one given.

[Passive: The Melancholy Of A Divorced Woman]
[Detailed Description]
[Emit your unique melancholy!]
[Then… someone might fall for it?!]
[When this passive is on, people around you are more likely to look at you with pity.]
[Can be turned ON/OFF.]
[Enhancement Effect – Locked (Can be obtained as a sub-quest reward)]

It was a passive skill that would never work on the Grand Duke. Yet, the fact that it was provided to her meant there was surely a male protagonist who responded to melancholy.

Glaring at the floating passive window as if to tear it apart, Lysith resolved.

‘I will definitely escape this damned R-rated reverse harem game.’

* * *

Before conquering the game, it was natural to learn about the body she possessed.

First, she decided to check Lysith’s finances.

Checking the documents in the study, she frowned at the contents, which were entirely different from her expectations.

After all, she hadn’t spent a penny of the alimony she received after the divorce…….

“What is this mansion……. It wasn’t bought after the divorce?”

Surprisingly, Lysith had purchased this mansion and owned it a month before the wedding.

There was no reason for the daughter of a prestigious family to buy such a modest and simple mansion. Especially a month before the wedding. Unless she anticipated living separately like this…….

She thought for a moment but then shook her head.

However, even after rechecking, the purchase date was the same. Exactly one year and two months ago from now.

It was hard to believe, so much so that she checked several times, but ‘Lysith’ genuinely loved Dietrich Clonair.

The moment Lysith first saw the Grand Duke was quite romantic. She fell in love at first sight. In fact, Lysith never forgot the memory of that day when she fell in love at first sight.

The memory and emotion were undoubtedly real.

She could be sure because she had received the real Lysith’s memories.

……Although she had no memories of her original self before coming here.

More precisely, she was in a state of having lost herself. She vividly remembered the faces and voices of her friends, even the name of the high school she graduated from.

But she couldn’t remember her own name, voice, appearance, or occupation.

It felt as if she had been cut out from that world.

‘……I must go back.’

Instinctively, she knew. To regain herself, she had to escape this game and return to her original state.

Lost in thought, Lysith belatedly realized the light knock on the door.

“Yes. Come in.”

At her permission, a maid with short brown hair, Eve, entered.

Eve was a maid who had served Lysith consistently from when she was Duke Gronevelt’s daughter, then the Grand Duchess, and now back to being Duke Gronevelt’s daughter.

“Miss, it’s time for lunch.”

“Oh, it’s already that time.”

The previous Lysith treated Eve like a comfortable friend, and she tried to follow that, treating Eve comfortably. At first, she worried about being noticed, but fortunately, Eve seemed to think her personality had slightly changed due to the shock of the divorce.

Changing her mind, she turned back to her room instead of heading to the dining room at Eve’s urging.

“Um, I’ll eat in my room. And change into something comfortable.”

“Yes.”

One of her concerns after possessing the body was the corset.

The notorious item in romance fantasy settings! The monstrous thing that could destroy organs! If it really existed, she might have given up and tried to become a fashion pioneer for her health.

But fortunately, there were no corsets in this game’s setting. To be precise, there were, but they were not used now, and only simple shaping underwear was used.

Suddenly remembering that to attend social gatherings, her dress had to be in line with the trends, she changed her course to the dress room instead of her room.

And what she found was surprisingly…….

‘Did someone die…….’

Half of the room was filled with dark and gloomy clothes.

Why on earth were half of the clothes like this? Anyway, the good thing was that all the clothes seemed to be in line with the trends.

But wearing black clothes was a bit……. Even with the passive skill on, wearing gloomy black clothes would definitely make her the top target of social gossip.

If she suddenly threw them all out, Eve would find it strange, so she decided to sort them out slowly and left the room.

The memories she received had many parts missing, like a gap-toothed comb.

She received enough to act as Lysith, but there were many parts she didn’t know, like her childhood or her relationship with her family. It’s the same for the origin of these black clothes or the reason for buying the house.

Would the system answer if she asked, she wondered, staring into the air, and Eve, finding her behavior strange, asked, ‘Miss?’. Shaking her head, saying it was nothing, Lysith frowned for a moment and thought.

‘I should be careful not to look strange reading the system window. ……Should I practice?’

She had to be cautious, especially in front of her personal maid Eve or the male protagonists. To avoid being treated as a crazy woman.

* * *

She decided to execute her plan from the first day and sent replies to suitable invitations among the many received.

At first, she hesitated because of the stigma of being a divorcee, but she couldn’t afford to be picky. Most importantly, if Lysith’s memory was correct, being a divorcee wasn’t a big disgrace in the social circles of the Faeous Empire.

“Oh my…….”

“Over there is the former Grand Duchess, ah, no. Miss Gronevelt …….”

……Well, she might be the subject of some gossip.

If there had been another option besides the social circles, she would have chosen it without hesitation. But for now, she couldn’t think of any other way. She had to find the remaining male protagonist since the Emperor and the Tower Master were not people she could easily meet.

Exchanging familiar glances with known faces among the murmuring crowd, she took a sip of the low-alcohol champagne she received from a servant.

Through several social gatherings, she was relieved to find that Lysith had no close friends. If there had been, it would have been exhausting pretending to be Lysith. Lysith was shy and had difficulty making friends, despite being a duke’s daughter.

But if she had close friends, it might have been easier to find out who the remaining male protagonist was. Staring at the quiet system window with a strange regret, she got no response.

‘Is this not it…….’

Once, she wondered if she could only know by talking to the person, but the system answered that she just needed to make eye contact.

After receiving that answer, the number of men she made eye contact with in the social gatherings over three days was not small.

During that time, to avoid hearing that she was seducing men after being divorced or had finally gone mad, she always turned on the passive skill and maintained a calm expression and demeanor, which was very exhausting.

Opening her fan to cover her lower face and turning the passive skill back on, a naturally melancholy expression and atmosphere flowed out. At first, she was skeptical, but the natural expression proved the effect was excellent.