After Soth left, Rane did not choose to rest.

Dragging his exhausted body, he sat down at the desk in his room, forced himself to perk up and began recalling the game knowledge stored in his mind.

The first thing he needed to grasp was the combat power hierarchy of this world.

Knowing who you could provoke and who you absolutely could not was the fundamental prerequisite for staying alive.

There were a total of five tiers in this world’s strength classification.

First tier — Godly Tier.
Second tier — Ancient Tier.
Third tier — Calamity Tier.
Fourth tier — King Tier.
Fifth tier — Ring Tier.

In the entire world, there was only a single existence at the Godly Tier, the Creator God who had created this world.

Because the era in which the Creator God existed was far too ancient, everything related to Him had long since vanished into the river of time, leaving behind only a few scattered fragments of information and some records preserved within certain ancient forbidden lands.

The Godly Tier gradually faded from common knowledge and only a handful of extremely ancient existences were still aware of its former glory.

Below the Godly Tier was the Ancient Tier, with a total of five existences.

Among them, two were angels crowned with the title of Saints.

They each inherited one aspect of the Creator God’s authority.

The remaining three were Ancient Dragons who had mastered powers related to the world’s origin: the Blazing Dragon, the Moon Dragon and the Cloud Dragon.

The Cloud Dragon that Rane would later seek out in the Royal Capital was precisely this Ancient Tier existence and could be called the thickest thigh in the entire game, without question.

In order to compete for their respective authorities, the two Holy Angels waged their struggle in the name of faith, using the Church and royal authority as their two secular forces, leaving them with no time to concern themselves with anything else.

The Blazing Dragon dwelled within an ancient forbidden land and would not easily leave it.

The Moon Dragon lived in seclusion year-round and from the start to the end of the game, was only mentioned a handful of times.

Only the Cloud Dragon truly appeared as a main character within the game.

However, it was probably due to the development team’s consideration of game balance that the Cloud Dragon never once took the initiative to act throughout the entire main storyline.

As a result, the Cloud Dragon’s presence within Rita’s harem was relatively low.

Most of the time, she appeared lazy and her role was simply to occasionally leak a bit of high-level information to help flesh out the worldbuilding for Rita.

In this regard, the current Rane could also do the same.

He could completely replace the Cloud Dragon’s role by Rita’s side without causing any major impact on her future experiences.

As for cutting off Rita’s opportunity to form a contract with the Cloud Dragon, Rane did feel some guilt about it, but not much.

What was more, the contract with the Cloud Dragon was directly tied to his own survival.

There was no way Rane would still play the humility card under these circumstances.

A thigh is meant to be hugged by the capable!

As for the remaining three tiers, the Calamity Tier had a total of nine existences, including four Elf Kings and five Calamities.

The Pixie King who protected the Pixie Hall was one of these Calamity Tier beings.

Thinking this far already made Rane feel dizzy and mentally overloaded.

It seemed that recalling game content was an extremely heavy burden for him.

He was afraid that if he continued thinking, he might directly drop dead from overexertion.

The King Tier and Ring Tier were classification systems exclusive to mages.

Once he arrived at the Royal Capital’s Magic Academy, he could systematically learn about them anyway, so there was no need to rush.

Therefore, Rane only hastily scribbled down a few notes for the remaining content, planning to try recalling it again after obtaining that Memory Pixie.

The dual exhaustion of mind and body caused Rane to collapse onto the bed without even taking off his clothes, falling asleep the moment his head touched the pillow…

* * *

Early the next morning, Rane slept until he woke naturally, his mental fatigue already largely restored.

“Young Master, breakfast is ready.”

At some point unknown to him, Soth was already standing respectfully by Rane’s bedside, looking as though he had been waiting there for quite some time.

“Mr. Soth? Father agreed?”

Rane was not particularly surprised.

‘Wasn’t being silent normal?’

Anyone who had served in an assassination unit and still made noise when walking would have long since been reincarnated.

“Yes. The Lord will personally explain the specific details to you.”

Soth naturally knew that Rane was referring to accompanying Rita for the Pixie Covenant.

He nodded, glanced at Rane’s slightly wrinkled clothes from sleeping, then looked toward the bathroom on the inner side of the bedroom.

“Do you need to bathe and change first? I can arrange for a maid to come.”

“I can handle it myself.”

Having just arrived, Rane was still not very accustomed to the sinful aristocratic lifestyle.

Just the thought of needing someone to serve him even while bathing made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

More importantly, there were no young maids in the manor.

For the sake of Rane’s ‘health,’ the maids Claude usually assigned to him were old enough to be his mother.

Because he was an adopted son, the former Rane had been relatively independent and did not have many of the extravagant habits of nobles.

As such, Soth did not find it strange that Rane refused maid service.

He slightly bowed toward Rane, then silently left the room.

The technique of suddenly disappearing right in front of someone’s eyes made Rane feel a surge of envy.

He decided to find a chance later to ask Soth for some pointers.

After quickly washing up, Rane took a simple hot shower, changed into a loose set of clothes from the wardrobe, then went out together with Soth toward the dining hall on the first floor.

“The Lord is currently preparing matters related to the Pixie Covenant. You may go to the dining hall to eat first. The two young ladies are also there.”

After leading Rane to the entrance of the dining hall, Soth showed no intention of going in with him.

Last night’s events were still vivid in his mind, making Rane feel somewhat apprehensive.

“Mr. Soth, what about you?”

“I will go inform the Lord that you are waiting for him in the dining hall.”

There seemed to be the faintest hint of a smile in Soth’s eyes.

Because it was rare for Rane to show this kind of unease, Soth found it rather fresh.

Perhaps feeling that leaving just like this was a bit irresponsible, Soth offered Rane a word of reassurance.

“Your intentions last night were good. Miss Miriya is a kind lady. She will understand your good intentions.”

“And Rita?”

“Aren’t you planning to tell her the truth yourself?”

The unspoken implication was that Rita currently knew nothing, her anger was high and he was on his own.

Rane shrugged and decided to face the brutal reality head-on.

He no longer hesitated and pushed the door open.

What entered his sight were two striking figures. Rita sat on a chair beside the seat of honor, her blonde hair coated in a pale golden sheen by the morning light.

Her fingertips pinched a fragrant pancake, the corner of her lips smeared with a bit of jam.

On the silver plate before her, a bowl of warm thick soup was releasing wisps of steam.

Miriya sat at her side, one elbow lightly resting on the edge of the table.

She held a cup of steaming milk in her hands, her expression gentle, a smile hanging on her face as she watched Rita’s somewhat inelegant eating manners.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, both of them lifted their gazes at the same time.

There was surprise and a bit of delight in Miriya’s eyes.

She was just about to stand up and greet Rane when Rita’s voice cut in first.

“Disgusting! Don’t come any closer!! What are you doing here?”

Like a little cat protecting its food, Rita stood up and shielded Miriya behind her, glaring angrily at Rane by the doorway.

“Eating breakfast. What else would I be doing?”

Rane had long expected Rita’s hostility toward him.

But the way the little girl puffed up and hissed was actually kind of cute, making it hard not to tease her a bit.

A faint smile hung on Rane’s face as he deliberately sat down in the seat opposite Rita.

Seeing this, a maid quickly brought over a breakfast set for Rane: Oatmeal and cheese pancakes, paired with bacon and fried eggs, along with a serving of salad and a specially prepared herbal tea just for him.

Seeing Rane sitting there across from her, eating breakfast as if nothing had happened, shamelessly so, Rita instantly bristled.

Her gaze sharpened at once as she coldly stared at Rane.

“Scum like you isn’t welcome here!”

“Oh.”

Rane did not even lift his head, focusing entirely on his food.

‘What a nutcase. Whether you welcome scum or not has nothing to do with me. I’m not scum.’

“How can you still eat?”

This perfunctory attitude gradually pushed Rita’s emotions toward volatility.

A faint breeze began to stir across the dining table.

Rane’s heart skipped a beat.

‘Little sis still hadn’t stabilized the magic source in her body? This was different from the game, where it completely stabilized after just one night. Was something wrong? Oh… right. Seems like it’s because I’m not dead yet. In the original story, the dead were given the greatest respect, so all grudges were written off. But now that I wasn’t dead, the grudge of stealing Rita’s woman naturally still existed.’

Putting himself in her shoes, Rane instantly understood why little sis’s anger was so intense.

If it were him encountering something like a trusted older brother attempting to force himself on his beautiful childhood sweetheart, he might already be triggering a succession war right now.

Being unable to hold it together was only natural.

Frankly speaking, the fact that Rita could hold herself back from fighting him to the death already counted as an act of great mercy.

‘Where did this female Bodhisattva come from, with such a broad heart!?’