Mob Protagonist ~ Mob in the Novel But There is a Problem

Chapter 242.2

Chapter 242.2. Sena’s Joy

-???’s POV-

Like in a game, the current world is being loaded.

We’re not going back to the past. It’s precisely overwriting all memories of the past world onto the current world.

While it’s synonymous with looping into the past, it’s also terribly cruel.

Because I’ll erase everyone’s memories by resetting the world

[Let me clear it again that this is futile, no matter how many times. You’ll repeat predetermined actions as memories dictate.]

“…Still…please!”

My memories will also be overwritten and disappear. This story will also become nonexistent, and the world will rewrite itself when I was born.

And then, we’ll repeat the same things.

Helping Shin, falling in love. Until realizing that many people are dying, and it’s all a farce.

In other words, until the overwritten memories returned to their original state when I talked to Ashtaroth’s head. The source of this content is (f)ire

Like puppets in a puppet show, we’re doing the same conversations, and actions, word for word.

I don’t know how many times this conversation has taken place. Since I’m taking the same actions, I can’t tell how many times it’s been.

I might have repeated it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand times. Perhaps I’ve been redoing it an unimaginable number of times.

Still, my plea remains unchanged. Still, I wish for it. This time.

It’s because no matter how many times I redo it, those memories will be the same as the first time. Maybe I’m wishing to avoid any mental fatigue.

But there might be a miracle. Someone might change the world for me, or I can change it myself.

“Please. Rewrite the world!”

[Understood. O pitiful girl, I shall grant thy wish]

Ashtaroth’s head begins to shine, and I can sense the world changing.

Once again, I’ll start over. Hoping for a change even though I know it won’t happen.

That’s what I thought. Until now, that is.

“Changing the world? That’s a problem.”

“Huh!?”

Shin enters through the door of the treasure vault. He’s angry. I don’t know how much he heard, but I can sense his quiet rage, even though his expression remains emotionless like a mask.

“From now on, I’ll live as an emperor. The age of the Kanna Family begins. Kanna Family will finally rule Japan by gathering all the wealth and power. Isn’t it cruel to interrupt such a rose-colored, blissful future?”

He smirks and approaches with heavy footsteps.

This is Shin’s true nature. A man who seeks power monopolizes wealth and aims to become an emperor.

But why has he come here? This has never happened before.

“The Spatial Witch warned me that your behavior was odd.”

He comes closer, shading his eyes with his hand proudly. It seems he didn’t quite catch the conversation about redoing everything.

Despite knowing that the same result will occur even if he doesn’t interfere, I sense a hint of anxiety in his voice.

“Leaving Ashtaroth’s head was a mistake. I’ll destroy it here!”

“What! Stop!”

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it look like you died of illness after being imprisoned. The beloved saint died of an illness. Hehe, I can even frame the remaining opposition.”

[Magic Break]

A burst of Shin’s signature magic, capable of destroying any magic, is released from his hand. Before Seina can react, the shining Ashtaroth’s head gets hit by the light bullet.

“What a thing to do!”

“Your actions were all in vain. Every action of yours has always been meaningless.”

I’m paling at the scene, and Shin displayed a scornful smirk.

However, despite being destroyed by [Magic Break], the light didn’t subside. Instead, Ashtaroth’s head made a sound like a glass had shattered, and its form changed.

It was the head of a wrinkled old man. Ashtaroth’s head laughed manically.

[Hahaha, splendid. Has that wish finally been granted? Due to repetition, this world is falling apart. To use me in such a manner, how audacious.]

Amidst my confusion over Ashtaroth’s true form, everything was covered in pure white light, and I rewrote the world again.

In this new world, unexpectedly, my memories returned to New Year’s Eve from a few years ago.

I don’t know why. However, I knew that Masatoshi-san’s memories were intact.

Masatoshi-san, who had many memories far beyond my repetitive trips between the Imperial Palace and the Academy, became stronger and more reliable.

During this time, I took actions reminiscent of a memory reset, but I recall those memories with a sense of incongruity.

In this world, Kanna Dukedom gets cornered, Shin has lost his composure, and there’s no charade of banishment. It serves him right.

“If Menou Marquisate falls, Kanna Dukedom will be in dire straits. According to my memory, it should be impossible for Shin to become an emperor!”

Many people who were supposed to die have already been saved. History has changed significantly.

I’ll crush both Kanna Dukedom and Shin along with them.

“Has Aguni Dukedom also participated in Dog Puppu Company’s acquisitions this time? Let’s go ask Masatoshi-san about the progress.”

I jump off the bed and immediately use magic to contact them.

[Masatoshi-san, is it alright if I come over now?]

[Of course. I’ll welcome you with a joyful shunhihi.]

He must have replied in haste. It’s clear the words got jumbled up, and he made some mistakes midway through the response.

I smile slightly and think how much this is like Masatoshi-san, then head out of the bedroom.

“What brings you here, Princess? Are you heading somewhere?”

“Yes, I’m planning to visit Masatoshi-san.”

A maid who was waiting outside speaks to me, and I convey my response with a polite smile.

“Well, you must get dressed. Come this way.”

The maids gather around with excitement.

“Hehe, when the Princess meets the young master of Aguni Dukedom, you always seem so happy. It warms our hearts.”

“…Please make me look presentable.”

Slightly blushing at the maid’s words, I tuck my hair behind my ear and lower my head.

Unlike before, I’m genuinely grateful to the current Masatoshi. So, I think it’s alright to dress up just a little.

The maids watch this scene with affectionate smiles and begin to elegantly dress Sena, adding the finishing touches with care.