The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game

The item that I received as an award for the first quest was information on the <Strategy Point – Level 1>, that showed the ideal type of the male lead characters.

‘Thank God,’ I thought to myself, ‘I don’t have an inkling of an idea on Valérez’s ideal type.’

In the <Experience! Scenes of Life> game, my favorite was Curtis and only played him, so I hadn’t seen the endings with the other male lead characters. In particular, Valérez Toledo wasn’t my taste at all, and have never even looked at the possibility of targeting him before.

‘Such a nice little southern duke, isn’t he just a jerk?’

Valérez Toledo…

The man’s name rolled smoothly in one’s mouth and was a handsome tanned man. However, being the Duke of Toledo, who ruled over fertile lands in the south, he was a character who lived in pleasure that he was always seen in the entertainment district.

So-called slut. That was why the nickname given by players was slut man.

“Girl, no, tell me the ideal type of Valérez Toledo.”

When I pressed down on the item and placed my order, white letters formed a sentence in the system window that popped out.

<SYSTEM> Valérez Toleda’s ideal type is <Big breasts>, <Small waist>, and <Gravity defying hips>.

‘What the hell?’

Of course, I had nothing to say since I myself like big-chested men, but I was still speechless by Valérez’s ideal type.

Fortunately, Edith Abina boasted a very well-toned figure, befitting the title of a villainess. I was a bit unsure regarding the ‘gravity defying hips’, but compared to her slender body, Edith’s breasts were large, and her waist was so thin she’d probably crumble if she was squeezed too tight.

‘As expected, she is pretty.’

No, Edith Abina was a beauty to behold. Her eyes were a little fierce, but the corners were subtly dreamy, and the rest of her features filled her small face like a delicate work of art.

‘Nice, I don’t even have to prepare that much.’

Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully examined Edith in her pajamas. I nodded to myself and called out the maids.

“Dorothy, Cecia! Bring me some outdoor clothes!”

After all, Valérez was a man who would die for beauty and be fair to women. Therefore, a beauty like Edith would take over him without much effort.

After changing with the help of the maids, I confidently set out to find his favorite entertainment district.

* * *

It wasn’t hard to find Valérez Toledo. He was an overly conspicuous man.

Red House, the largest gambling hall in the imperial capital, boasted a very colorful interior that matched its reputation. But Valérez’s appearance was never overwhelmed by its splendor.

Unable to put my eyes elsewhere, I opened my mouth to find the most brilliant man in the area.

“Is this seat empty?”

The man who leaned loosely on the back of the sofa slowly raise his head as he heard my voice. Following the man’s movement, the light from the gambling hall’s chandelier danced on his radiant red-blonde hair.

“Don’t you have eyes? I am sitting here,” he replied.

Valérez’s brown cheeks were flushed, as if he had too much to drink. The redness was noticeable still, despite the darkness of his skin.

‘How much did he drink to be like this?’

I glanced at the glass of champagne in his hand and smiled.

“Then can I sit on the sofa with you? My legs hurt.”

“You don’t like you are tired, but fine.”

Valérez had a sour attitude today, contrary to his reputation of being ‘friendly to any woman’, but he didn’t refuse me. As soon as I took the seat next to him, I began to speak, glancing at him pressing his temples with his long fingers as if he was tired.

“Did something bad happen?”

“Why?”

“You look like you’re in a bad mood.”

“Hmm… Well, I was a little chilly.”

Rubbing his soft-looking curls, he gave me a refreshing smile and looked at my complexion.

“It’s because today is a bit sad for me,” he explained, “Pardon me if I offended you in any way.”

“No, don’t worry about me. I was just worried.”

“You’re a sweet girl. What’s your name?”

“I’m Edith.”

The moment I said Edith’s name, his green eyes, which reminded me of southern spring, instantly froze. I silently swallowed a gulp at his glare.

“Edith…” he said as if astounded, “Edith Abina?”