Chapter 110
“Unless you have more letters to give me, wouldn’t it be better for you to leave now?”
“Elly, to think you’d speak so coldly to me on purpose. I see now—my fault must have been great indeed.”
“No, really, I don’t know anything about the Magic Tower.”
“I understand. Of course.”
‘Wow… this guy’s seriously amazing.’
Was he doing this on purpose?
Elizia looked at the crown prince with a dumbfounded expression, but he only nodded with melancholy grace.
“Yes. It would be absurd to keep showing up and reopening your wounds. I’ll always be waiting at the palace, Elly—come find me anytime you wish.”
“Right….”
Even so, she couldn’t forget that he was still the crown prince. Elizia straightened up and gave him a proper farewell bow.
‘Now I can finally check out that letter.’
At last, she had a clue about the real Elizia. Excited, she dashed back to her quarters.
Meow! (You made it back alive! Thank goodness!)
Her snow leopard came running to her and rubbed against her legs. Elizia smiled at the adorable sight and patted its head.
“Good job guarding the place. No one came by, right?”
Meow. Meow meow. (No one. Don’t worry.)
Reliable as ever. Elizia walked over to the table and chair in the corner of the room. She sat down calmly and took out the letter again.
‘…Still nothing of substance.’
That, in itself, was strange.
“Elizia Semperion” was rumored to have chased after the crown prince constantly—sending letters, asking to meet him, practically pestering him.
So naturally, one would assume she had feelings for him.
‘But does this sound like something written by someone in love?’
The letter was filled with nothing but formal niceties. Elizia had received tons of such letters back when she was sick—routine greetings exchanged between nobles and royals with no real meaning.
‘Maybe there’s a hidden message?’
The prince had said himself that when he first received the letter, there’d been something about destruction in it. Which meant this could’ve been written in code—ordinary lines masking the real message.
“Oh, speaking of which, Mr. Administrator—does this world really get destroyed?”
The sudden thought made her ask. It was a serious question.
“If it does, that’s a huge problem! If I don’t escape in time, I’ll die here!”
Thrown into a doomed world and told to collect 1.1 billion cash?! How could anything be more evil than this!
Administrator: …Uh, well.
Administrator: I know this must be frustrating, but I don’t really know what direction the company’s planning to take either…
“What the—!”
Administrator: Like I said, I’m just a low-level employee… Sorry.
Administrator: But personally, I hope the world doesn’t end either.
“Of course it shouldn’t! What happens to me if it does—who’s taking responsibility?!”
She’d been forcibly possessed into a game world and was about to die for it. From a company standpoint, wasn’t that a massive issue? Then again, since no one believed her, maybe they didn’t even see it as an accident.
“Can’t the company change the ending or something? You have to do that at least!”
Elizia shouted, her frustration spilling out.
Administrator: I’d love to, but… there are rules. It’s not like I can just change things because one or two people ask for it…
‘Another “law of the world,” huh?’
She was starting to catch on. It was getting harder and harder to think of this company as an ordinary game studio. The admins seemed limited in what they could do—and honestly, she wasn’t even sure they were human to begin with. Judging by how nervous the administrator sounded, he clearly wasn’t in control.
Then, as if dropping a hint, he said quietly:
Administrator: If a lot of customers wanted a certain outcome, maybe it’d be reflected.
A lot of customers…
Elizia glanced at her live chat. She’d left her stream running since leaving the basement, and messages were still pouring in:
Destruction lololol
This plot’s fun. Might be even better if the world actually ends!
Can you stop screaming? She’s so dramatic. Boring.
Naturally, not every viewer believed her. Some were outright rude or mocking. But among them were also:
Even if it’s acting, she’s good at it.
She’s strong, she can beat destruction too.
Don’t die ㅠㅠ
…Messages of support.
Which kind of feedback would the “game company” listen to? Which side would shape the ending?
Elizia decided she’d do what she wanted.
“…Thank you, truly, to everyone supporting me.”
She didn’t know how this story would end, but one thing was certain—she wasn’t going to die here. With genuine gratitude, she reaffirmed her resolve.
“That’s right. Even if destruction comes, I won’t die… because I’m strong.”
It was wishful thinking, but saying it made her feel better.
“Anyway… this letter. There really isn’t anything else?”
No matter how she turned it, it looked like an ordinary letter. Even the paper was crisp and new-looking. But when she tilted it a certain way…
‘A trace of mana?’
Unlike others, Elizia could see mana flow. Apparently, that ability worked here too. No one else would have noticed it. Which meant…
‘…She left it visible only for me?’
Half doubtful, Elizia cast a spell over the letter.
“Illusionis!”
She overlaid a thin illusion along the faint mana trail to make it clear again. And then, new words appeared.
“Final Record.”
This will probably be my final record—whether this attempt succeeds or fails.
I won’t be sending any more letters to His Highness.
Even with the Imperial Palace’s security, sending continuous “records” feels risky.
I don’t know how much I can write before it becomes suspicious.
“……!”
Elizia froze.
The handwriting matched the original letters sent to the crown prince—meaning this was truly written by the real Elizia Semperion.
The paper was small, so there were only a few lines left.
Well… it should be fine, right? It’s not like His Highness would throw away my letters out of annoyance. Or someone else might find them—but oh well.
It’s okay. I’m smart! Good luck, fighting! You can do it!
“…”
What was that “or not” supposed to mean?
And that sudden burst of cheer at the end?
Elizia let out a helpless laugh—but then noticed the ink in the last sentence had smudged slightly.
…Pressed hard by a trembling hand.
She knew it instinctively—
the real Elizia wasn’t someone who’d joke about something like this.
Anyone who could encode letters with magic to secretly record them wasn’t just a shallow, villainous noblewoman.
“What the hell… who were you really?”
The chat exploded again.
Wait, those were letters from the previous Elizia?
Wtf, all those letters to the prince were secret messages??
She was using the Imperial Palace as a data vault…
“That might actually be true,” Elizia said quietly.
She’d asked the crown prince to return the letters to her one day.
There had to be a reason she went through all that trouble.
Compared to the ducal house—where poisonings were common—the palace never had such incidents. Tampering with royal correspondence was practically treason. Even her enemies wouldn’t have dared to touch the letters exchanged with the crown prince. Maybe she’d used those letters as a secure means to send records—layered with triple protection.
‘If that’s true… this is way bigger than I thought.’
What kind of plan had she set in motion?
Why had someone capable of such complex magic lived quietly without revealing her power?
And what exactly was that “attempt” she mentioned?
Whatever it was, this letter was her predicted “final record.”
After Elizia’s possession, the original never sent another.
Thinking it over, a chilling hypothesis crept into her mind.
‘No way… Elizia Semperion—
did she make me possess her body?
Why?
To save this world?’
The thought made goosebumps run down her arms.
Of all people, why had she—the top-ranked player of Seiros Saga—been the one to be possessed?
Was that really the reason?
All those times people teased her,
“Be careful, top players always get isekai’d into the game!”
—maybe she shouldn’t have laughed it off!
As Elizia stared blankly at the ceiling in disbelief, someone knocked softly on her door.
Knock knock.
“Yes… what is it?”
She trudged to the door and opened it weakly. A stranger bowed nervously and spoke:
“Good day, Mage Elizia! I’m the residential manager for Zone A of the Magic Tower. I’m here because… there’s a visitation request for you.”
“Huh? A visitation request?”
Even after the crown prince just came?
“Ah, yes, I know you’ve declined visitors before, but there’s a bit of an issue. The person requesting it this time… is no ordinary figure.”
The manager sighed heavily.
“And they said they’d wait as long as it takes until they get to see you. So we figured we should at least inform you.”
The manager glanced out the window. Elizia followed her gaze—and saw a temple carriage parked outside.
‘Wait, what? Did they come to return the laser gun?’
Already?
Hopefully they weren’t here because they’d discovered something suspicious. Elizia studied the carriage carefully—and froze when she saw who stepped out.
“…Frillien?”
But she looked nothing like her usual self.
Frillien’s face was deathly pale, her hair unkempt, her eyes hollow as if her soul had fled her body.
“What on earth happened to her…?”
“I know, right? I heard she said she must deliver a message to Lady Semperion. Her voice was trembling too.”
“What? What kind of message?”
Elizia muttered, bewildered.
That eternally bright, sunny Frillien—coming here looking like that?
It was terrifying.
‘Don’t tell me the temple’s planning to kill me now?!’
