Chapter 2: Beiren Is a Good Girl

Siloque ignored Bried shouting “Don’t skip class!” behind him and ran back to the restroom to splash his face again.

Damn!

So, if I want to save those heroines in the future, will I have to keep recalling all this crap?

Still, he would try to adapt.

If he faced these tragedies head-on, maybe he could find ways to avoid them.

Annoying NTR existing in a virtual world was bad enough—he had no intention of letting it become real.

Even if it was just his previous life’s game memories.

***

Siloque knocked twice on the door of the Health Room.

“Please, come in.”

Confirming someone was inside, Siloque stepped in.

A faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the space, a mix of pale blue and porcelain white.

Two medical beds stood inside, and the carnations by the window soaked up the sunlight gently.

He’d come here to buy something.

To secure a bit of insurance against the tragedy about to unfold.

“Sit over here. So, where do you feel unwell?”

The Health Teacher’s voice was gentle.

She had brown hair with neat bangs, tied into a beautiful ponytail.

This was what a so-called angel in a white coat should look like.

But Siloque’s purpose was to rip off her angelic mask.

Siloque smiled back, scanning the surroundings.

Clack.

He locked the door behind him.

“Um…”

The teacher’s hand quietly slipped into her pocket.

“Please don’t use that button phone to send messages, Beiren Gewina-sensei.”

The atmosphere around Beiren shifted instantly, her gaze deep and dangerous.

She was no longer an angel draped in a holy halo, but to Siloque, she was just a fiercer wildcat.

“…How do you know that name? Who are you?”

Beiren’s eyes locked onto Siloque’s every move, but he simply spread his hands and raised them.

“Siloque Dasvey, first-year student of Class F, student ID AC2021086. Beiren-sensei, I want to buy something from you.”

“If you want cephalosporin, I don’t have any in stock.”

Siloque shook his head.

“What I want is the item on the third shelf of the back rack, inside the hidden compartment—X21 Shield.”

It was a kind of item in the game, expensive for early-stage players, with the effect of perfectly negating one physical attack before becoming useless.

The plan was simple.

Not complicated.

Just buy an item like that.

If the protagonist could turn the tide in the upcoming tragedy, then the item wouldn’t be needed.

“You…”

Beiren’s pupils shrank.

Outwardly, she appeared calm, but beads of sweat formed on her back.

She exhaled slowly, steadying herself.

“600R.”

So expensive!

R was the currency unit in this world, similar to yuan in China.

Siloque’s savings couldn’t handle it.

Still, this was within his expectations.

Beiren added irritably, “No bargaining. No threats. Take it or leave it.”

Ah, she misunderstood.

“300R, with intel included.”

“…I said, no bargaining.”

“Take a look. If you can accept, sell it. If not, I’ll leave on my own.”

Siloque typed something on his phone’s memo app, pretending, and handed it to Beiren.

“….”

Beiren hesitated, but took the phone. Her face turned ashen.

“Why…”

Beiren’s pale hand lost its color.

“John Wilson, Karl Rosen, Alvin Callum, Grey Black… There’s more, but I won’t say.”

As he spoke, Siloque’s eyes remained calm, but he didn’t like this feeling.

These were the names of victims.

All people Beiren had stolen from.

The phone contained a record of every name and theft, with dates, nearly reconstructing all her encounters as if witnessed firsthand.

In the game, Beiren was a merchant in the starting village, with a kleptomania trait.

She only stole from those who did evil, which gave her a sense of accomplishment.

She also ‘processed’ the items she took, so the owners wouldn’t find them, turning them into ‘products’ in her possession.

What a good girl (fog).

From Beiren’s perspective, Siloque’s behavior was probably: You don’t want your thefts discovered, right?

No, no, that’s not my intention.

If I really had 600R, I’d pay for it! I can’t just say, “Sis, lend me an item, or else my childhood friend will be assaulted in a bit.”

“You even know the underwear I wore that day was black?!”

“I guessed. Or you can just think I’m spouting nonsense. Maybe I have no evidence, and the records are all fiction.”

Siloque knew he was bluffing completely.

Now it depended on whether Beiren would accept.

Beiren glared at Siloque, lowering her head, as if debating whether to believe the strange freshman’s words.

Time ticked by.

The Health Room was so silent, a pin drop could be heard.

If Beiren refused to help, Siloque would have to use plan B.

Forge some evidence and frame those punks, send them to the authorities.

He couldn’t fight them head-on anyway—his slender body, shoulders narrower than some girls’, would probably be snapped in two.

Finally, Beiren tossed the phone back to Siloque.

She moved to the back cabinet and retrieved the silver, card-shaped item, X21 Shield.

Sorry, Beiren!

And thank you! You’re a good person!

Siloque paid 300R by scan, his meal fund dropping to barely three digits.

In the original plot, the protagonist fought with C Class delinquents and got injured, went to the infirmary, and Beiren sold him a special recovery item due to his condition.

After that, he could get two free recovery potions daily, and only learned Beiren was a thief midway through the game.

Frankly, she didn’t really sell ‘products’—she just collected them.

Siloque had forcibly obtained the item by sacrificing goodwill.

He actually liked Beiren, especially her in a white coat…

Now, he’d probably lose out on free recovery items later.

Siloque accepted the silver card.

Beiren suddenly asked, “Do you want anything else?”

“No, this is enough.”

“…Strange guy. You know so much about me, yet your demand is just this cheap thing?”

It was natural for Beiren to find it odd.

If he had such a strong hold over her, why ask for so little?

She expected something worse, but surprisingly, there wasn’t.

“If possible, I wouldn’t either, but time is really tight.”

“…I don’t accept credit. Let me be clear—I’m only selling to you this once. I don’t want further dealings.”

“No problem.”

Siloque answered with a smile, while Beiren crossed her arms, looking disdainful.

“You’d better stick to your word. If you threaten me, I won’t make things easy for you…”

“Add me on LINE. I’ll send the remaining 300R in a few days.”

“….Did you not hear what I just said? I don’t want any more dealings.”

“So you don’t want it? 300R. If I head to the dungeons, I might not come here for a long time. Explorers can die at any time—you know that too.”

Beiren showed a hint of anger.

“Isn’t this your fault…! Fine, whatever.”

Siloque and Beiren added each other on LINE.

“Pay in full by next Friday. If you delay, I’ll charge 3R interest per hour.”

“Fine. Goodbye, Beiren-sensei.”

“You should call me Gewina-sensei. Don’t call me Beiren anymore. My name is Katy Gewina now.”

“Such a cute name. I like it. Can I call you that privately?”

“Not even in private! You’re not my boyfriend, and we’re not close.”

Siloque waved with a smile and left the Health Room.

“Don’t come here again.”

Beiren grumbled, pulling a card from her chest.

Siloque’s photo and name were printed on it—a Student Card.

“Why does he look so gloomy?”

That bastard who threatened her.

Wait a second…

“I sold it at half price, and even let him add me on LINE. Did I lose out even more?!”

***

Ding ling ling~

The dismissal bell rang out across the campus like a shriek.

Students began moving everywhere, especially in the first-year classrooms, where everyone was busy building new relationships and curious about everything on campus.

As Siloque moved through the crowd, he checked himself for missing items.

“My Student Card’s gone… Well, that’s a light price to pay.”

In the game, if you skipped the normal process and went to Beiren, she’d randomly swipe something from you.

The process was messy, but at least he’d gotten the item.

Siloque reached the staff office doorway and pretended to gaze at the scenery.

“Sigh, I still need to pay her back… Tearful…”

Just thinking about the debt made Siloque gloomy.

If possible, he’d rather have others owe him.

With random thoughts swirling, Siloque waited.

All that was left was to hand the item to the protagonist.

After a while, a blue-haired youth appeared in Siloque’s sight amidst the crowd, accompanied by the always-tired F Class homeroom teacher, Priss.

That’s him.

Seeing the character he once spent so much time with, Siloque felt a surge of emotion.

The blue-haired youth was the protagonist—Cas Benor.