Amesaya

There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life.

There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity.

There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with.

There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful.

There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route.

There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.

In My Next Life I'll Win the Heart of the Male Lead

When Roland comes for us in the morning, the boy from the night before is standing behind him, his head bowed respectfully and a bowl of freshly-made broth in his hands.

He shuffles up to Celeste's bedside and presents it to the sleeping wizardess, offering it up with a soft murmur of: "Good morning."

I hardly need to ask, though, the way his gaze is fixed on her sleeping form.

The boy nods, adjusting his grip on the wooden bowl. "Yes. I made it myself. My mother's recipe. It's not much, but...well. Hopefully it can help her..."

He swallows, nervously glancing over to where Celeste is laying, before turning his attention back to the warm broth. "I also...er...wanted to thank her...for saving my mother's life."

The boy's throat bobs noticeably, his eyes growing slightly misty as he continues to stare at Celeste, seemingly in awe.

Vigil