THERE IS A FEMALE PROTAGONIST

AN ADVENTURE (?) BY [??????]

"Celia Braddock, I am annulling my engagement with you! Your wicked deeds have reached my ears..." A tear drops down Prince Tristan's face as he stares angrily. "Why, Celia? Why would you bully Lorraine, who I have come to love, so harshly?"

You assume that the bullied person, Lorraine, is the woman with pink hair and a nasty smile (hidden from the Prince.) You also assume the woman trying very hard not to cry, with sharp eyes and long red hair (pretty!) is Celia Braddock. The stares and murmurs around you support this assumption.

You are confused. Why are you here?

Perhaps you should look around.

> LOOK AT HANDS

You don't have any. You miss what everyone is saying due to your sudden panic attack, but when you recover, thankfully, only seconds have passed.

> LOOK AT Lorraine

Lorraine is smirking. From the reactions, nobody except you and Celia can see this.

The accusation continues. Isn't this prince... Longwinded?

> LOOK AT PRINCE

Prince Tristan's sole tear has already dried up. His anger doesn't reach his eyes. He is sorrowful.

The accusation continues. If all this is true, Celia is a mastermind villa- No, she'd be a high school bully at best, why is this condemnation material? Notebooks? Water buckets?

Briefly, you remember the scolding you got from your homeroom teacher for that particular prank, and the accusation continues a bit more. But it does seem to be winding down.

> LOOK AT Celia

Celia is ready to fall down at any moment in shock and despair, but it's only due to a connection with her (?!?) that you can feel this. To others, she is merely crying crocodile tears. Everyone is swallowing this story without criticism. What is the quality of education here? Or are they being wilfully ignorant?

The accusation is finished, and Celia seems unable to speak. You have a feeling you should do something. But what?

> WAVE HANDS

You don't have any, try again.

> SCREAM IN LORRAINE'S EAR

You were screaming when you had a panic attack. Nobody heard you. Lorraine doesn't hear you either.

Guards are beginning to step forward.

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> POSSESS Celia

You float toward Celia's body, and thrust yourself inside (yabe!)

Your (Celia's) body convulses briefly, and you (Celia) open your eyes. In the back of your mind, a panicked voice is screaming.

Prince Tristan and Lorraine (Who cares what surname they have?) are in front of you. A pile of hypocrites surround you. You hear guards approaching. You had better think fast!

> BE CHUUNI

What a strange urge, did you not grow out of that? In any case, you are you, and you are Celia. You are not Chuuni.

> PRETEND TO BE AN EVIL WITCH

You use light wind magic to blow your hair in all directions behind you, and laugh cruelly. Everyone gasps, and the guards try to rush forward, only to be pushed back by your magic.

"AHAHAHAHAA, I AM RISA, THE GREAT WITCH! AH, HOW GOOD TO SEE MY SCHEME HAS WORKED. SUCH FOOLS AND HYPOCRITES, TO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU HAVE ALL BEEN MISLED!"

You cackle some more, just for effect, while inwardly cringing that you were about to add Ayunda to the end. Everyone is drawing back.

Prince Tristan is horrified and devastated. "Celia?"

Lorraine is muttering something about scenarios. You smell green tea, for some reason.

> MOCK PRINCE Tristan

"Fufufufufu, Celia was such an easy target. Driven to despair by your infatuation with this pink haired slut (Do I smell green tea? I think I do...)"

Lorraine flinches, and fixes you with an angry gaze. The smell of green tea grows stronger. You continue.

"Driven to despair, her will was weakened... And I slipped in. Whispering to her, driving her to jealousy..." You smile your best evil smile. Those sharp eyes really help!

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"...And that wasn't all I did..."

What did you do again? Apart from possessing the "villainess", that is.

> IMPLICATE LORRAINE

My, what a good vocabulary you have! And what a vicious mind!

"...The slut standing next to you is weak willed in any case. Her lusts, her greed, her desire to be the most special person in the world, the main character-" Lorraine growls, and even Prince Tristan (idiot) notices.

"-They made her so easy to manipulate. To cry crocodile tears. To invite sympathy. To convince the idiot prince here to condemn this woman over... Trifles. Nothings. It's as mature as the Prince kicking this child's shin and running away to show his affection..."

You smirk. The Prince winces at the memory.

Yes, he really did that.

Lorraine is fuming. The crowd, however, are not impressed. They don't seem to believe you. The idiot and the pink haired woman do, however. That's most of the way there... Isn't it?

> MOCK LORRAINE THE REINCARNATOR

Oh, is that what she is? I wondered why you thought chuuni was a thing, not a name. Maybe you came from the same place?

"And you were so fun to toy with. How is your 'scenario' going, dear? Are these the right 'flags' triggering for you? Oh, maybe you were aiming for the 'reverse harem route'?"

You try your best to hide your shock when she glares especially hard at that. Wait... Really? What are you thinking, you stupid woman?!?

Rallying, you continue.

"Yes, looking through your mind was such fun, as I suggested that you not only blame the bullying on Celia... You make some of the bullying up yourself... It was a shame I couldn't make you cut yourself, or burn yourself. But it's amusing to see you rage and squirm at the derailing of your oh so perfect 'condemnation drama'..."

People are noticing Lorraine's rage, and even Prince Tristan has begun to see sense, drawing back. It looks like Lorraine is about ready to explode, she's so angry. Good job!

> LET LORRAINE SELF DESTRUCT

Self... Destruct? I don't understand-

"I've not been manipulated! You're a reincarnator too, spoiling everything! Why did you have to remember now, why, why?! I'm the heroine, you're the villain, why didn't you stay that way?!" Lorraine's voice rises to a scream at the end, and everyone draws back.

And you smile widely, sharp eyes glinting, and gesture your hands in a circle.

Lorraine blinks.

You look left and right.

Lorraine looks confused. Okay, she really is stupid.

"L... Lorraine? What is a reincarnator? Why are you so different?"

Lorraine flinches, and looks around in horror. Oh, she finally got the point you were trying to get across.

Finally... (So this is "self destruction", mmm?")

> MOCK LORRAINE

"You say you haven't been manipulated, but look at how excellently I steered you to your doom. She is no more a reincarnator as I am a saintess. By the way, your mind was very interesting. 'Inter-Continental Ballistic Missiles', eh? What a wonderful idea for my vile magics!"

I don't want to ask what those are, but they certainly aren't good, judging by Lorraine's look of fear.

"No... No... I don't even know how those work, how could you-?"

A resounding slap, and Lorraine falls to her knees.

Prince Tristan is angry. It's better to say he's enraged. But he's not just enraged at Lorraine.

"Catch them both! I don't care how many you sacrifice, catch the witch!"

The guards are rushing forward. Any bright ideas, "witch"?

> SMASH THE WINDOW AND FLY OUT

With a blast of wind magic, you shatter the window closest to you (it was already open, you know) and hurl yourself out. In the back of your mind, Celia is screaming for you to stop. She's been doing that for a while, but you weren't paying attention.

With a small burst, you land safely, and begin running. The guards are yelling for more guards, and you are already short of breath. Celia wasn't exactly athletic.

Suddenly, you are yanked by the scruff of your neck into a nearby hedge maze. A dark and handsome voice whispers in your ear.

"You really made a mess of it, 'Risa'..."

> STRUGGLE AND KICK

You struggle, but strong arms whip you around and pull you to a manly chest. Looking up, you see a saturnine face with dark purple hair and red eyes. Inside your head, Celia gasps as she recognises her childhood friend and court wizard, the dashing and smooth Diaz Waldberg.

"I summoned you to help my love, and now she's a hunted woman..."

You look in confusion.

Would this help you understand, Miss Summoned Japanese?

You try to hit my big chest. I'm not letting you.

Guards run past. They can't see us.

"Now what bright idea do you have to fix this?"

> CALL DIAZ A NARCISSIST

"The dashing and smooth Diaz Waldberg? Give me a break, you're handsome, but you're not UR material..." You glare at me, while Celia loudly remonstrates you for not appreciating her childhood friend. It seems she understands what "UR" is, even if I don't.

You don't have any bright ideas, do you?

You don't. This was all the plan you had.

I sigh. And the surroundings change to the ballroom. I, the genteel and wise Diaz Waldberg, raise my voice. My own condemnation.

"Prince Tristan, you not only trampled my love by arranging this marriage, you trampled my first love, my childhood friend, by believing the accusations of a woman who has consorted with many men, and was about to ruin the kingdom. But I will save her, with the power of my love!"

> WHAT?!? (What?!?)

Before you or Celia can react, I kiss you passionately. Be happy, Risa, this is the first decent kiss of your life, and it's for Celia, not you.

Well, it's also to send you back to your world.

Celia doubts me, and you... Press X? What does that mean? In any case, farewell, Evil Witch Risa. Even if you messed it up at the end, Celia and I are grateful.

With your last shred of consciousness, you hear Celia not being grateful at all, and the pounding of fists on a manly chest.

Everything goes black... With a faint, strange "blip" noise.

* * * *

Amanagowa Aoi looked at her PC-98, and frowned. Was it real? Was it a dream?

"Have I been reading too many webnovels?" She reached for another beer. A long day, the same old train journey, the same awful boss, the same awful work, the same-

On the monitor, a lovingly rendered "Manly, handsome, wish, genteel, dashing and smooth" man and a woman, who she recognises as "Celia", are in a wedding dress, smiling. Celia's smile looks a little strained.

Amanagowa Aoi scrambled to her bed, grabbed a pillow, and threw it. "YOU BRAAAAAAATTT!!!"

[GOOD END!]