The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game

I was originally planning to visit the Lumiere Cathedral today. It was because I was confident that I had gained Professor Lawrence's approval.

So, if I had gone to the cathedral, an event related to his sister was bound to happen. .

However, I had to put that plan on hold for now because something more important came up. It's about my fiancée.

Moreover, is she not Regina Erenbert, an important character among important characters? This is a matter of utmost importance.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

The carriage slowly advanced towards the central square. I was quietly lost in thought when I noticed Dolph's expression, as if he wanted to say something, entering my view. He seemed hesitant and cautious around me.

"Dolph."

"Yes, yes?"

"If you have something to say, go ahead."

I initiated the conversation. Dolph, whose true feelings were discovered, made a flustered expression. Scratching his head, he began to speak.

"It's just that since you mentioned you are going to meet Miss Regina..."

"Is there a problem?"

"No. It's just that—isn't today the anniversary of your engagement?"

"What?"

I was surprised by the unexpected comment.

An engagement anniversary? I had no idea.

There was no way I could have known. It's not something that's mentioned in the game at all.

"Hold on, stop the carriage for a moment."

"Ah, yes."

The carriage came to a stop. Dolph looked at me, wondering if he had made some mistake. But this wasn't a mistake. If anything, it was helpful.

"She called me on the engagement anniversary?"

There has to be a reason for this. It must be a test. A person who can't even remember the anniversary of their engagement?

That would be a failure as a fiancé. I almost became that person who fails at the basics.

"Thank you, Dolph."

"Your...? Oh, no."

"Dolph."

"Yes?"

"We need to change our route. Let's stop by a jewelry store first."

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An upscale pasta restaurant located in the center of the bustling area was the place where I had agreed to meet Regina.

The menu was such that it was particularly popular with women.

Even so, it didn't seem like a place that would suit Regina, because she has a completely different image from the other women who would fit here.

The Ice Chairwoman, the Knight of the Snow Wind. Whatever it is, it doesn't match pasta. But I knew Regina's taste definitely matched this restaurant.

"How many in your party?" the server asked.

"It should be under a reservation."

"May I have your name?"

"Regina."

"Ah, I see it here. Please follow me."

I followed the server. A seat by the window. Regina was already there. She was dressed in a dress, a rare sight—a fully formal outfit.

'Huh.'

My pupils shook. I realized what it meant. She didn't come as Student Council President Regina but as fiancée Regina Erenbert.

It was an occasion regarding our engagement, so she deliberately dressed accordingly.

If I had known, I would have dressed more formally. I was dressed too casually because I planned to go directly to Turk's Fencing Hall after dinner.

'Well, it can't be helped.'

At least I wasn't completely underdressed, so it wouldn't seem like I was ignoring the event.

"Have a good time," the server who had guided me to the window seat greeted me and left. Regina's gaze turned towards me.

Still, a cold mist that made it hard to guess her thoughts lay in her eyes. But the feeling was somewhat different than when we met at the cafeteria.

Probably because she was wearing a dress.

Her image evoked a cold blue dress. The front of the dress had a plunging neckline, which gave off a stronger sense of sensuality than usual.

The back was also deeply cut, revealing her white skin.

'Whoa!'

I quickly diverted my gaze. It wasn't because I had any perverse intentions.

It's just natural for a man's eyes to be drawn to the body of a beautiful woman. Despite the revealing outfit, Regina didn't seem bothered at all.

She wasn't the type to blink an eye at such exposure, let alone be conscious of the surrounding gazes. So she must have chosen this place for our meeting. But I felt a bit overwhelmed.

I could feel the attention of the people around us focusing on us. Regina stood out as a person.

Over 180 cm tall, she would attract attention with her height alone, but she was an incredibly beautiful woman in a revealing dress? It would be strange if she didn't attract attention.

"It's been a while."

I swallowed dryly before speaking.

"Why don't you sit?"

The same words as when we first met in the cafeteria. This time, she sat down without hesitation. I made sure to fix my gaze firmly on her face.

Looking at her cleavage would be rude.

Of course, if it were the original Max, he would have been rolling his eyes and sneakily peeking at her cleavage.

Thinking about it, it made sense why Regina was so upset and called off the engagement.

"Should we start by choosing from the menu?"

"That seems right."

"Hmm, then."

I opened the menu and glanced at it once. I didn't really need to. I had already decided what to order.

"Shrimp Rosé Pasta."

As I recited the menu, I looked at Regina's face. It was because this was her favorite dish to eat here—a fact that could be known because of the possession, something the original Max would never have known.

So maybe she felt something was off, but at least on the surface, there was no particular reaction. It seemed like she thought it was just a coincidence.

"I'll have the same," Regina said, and I raised my hand.

Soon, the waiter approached.

"Two shrimp rosé pastas, and," I turned my gaze to Regina. "Can I order a wine?"

"Do as you like."

"Then, one Altarando."

The moment I mentioned the name of the wine, this time, I definitely felt it—the slight shimmer in Regina's eyes.