It was a very vague memory.
I… like you.
Perhaps it wasn t even my memory.
Go out with me.
In the jumbled memories, I was confessing to a girl.
I stood before her on a hill in a blue field, under a large tree, as the refreshing breeze blew.
With a pounding heart, unsteady breathing, and dripping cold sweat.
I was sincerely, wholeheartedly pouring out my heart to her.
And then.
Her trembling blue eyes, her expression that seemed flustered.
…Will my answer change our relationship?
An answer that wasn t an answer.
No, we ll still be friends.
Trying to act fine, I smiled at her and left with slumped shoulders.
And that night.
…I m going crazy.
I realized.
I had been reincarnated as one of the countless extras who confessed to and was rejected by the main character in a female-oriented romance fantasy novel.
***
Thinking calmly, it wasn t such a bad thing.
I mean, unlike other novels, I wasn t reincarnated as a villain or a scoundrel; I was just one of the many extras who confessed to and was rejected by the main character.
My grades at the academy weren t bad either, and I had been reincarnated into the body of a boy from a decent family, so I didn t have to worry about making a living going forward.
I exhaled shortly and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
The flood of memories had jumbled my mind. Fortunately, I didn t forget the memories of the body I had been reincarnated into.
As long as I m not involved with the main character, it ll be fine.
With the imperial third prince, a nobleman s second son, and even the next hero involved with the main character, someone like me would surely be quickly forgotten.
…Ah, yeah.
That s what I thought.
…You didn t really like me, did you?
Until she grabbed me and said that.