It seemed like I was reincarnated into the world of the girl game "Rosemary's Saint".
That character was a scumbag aristocrat who acted as the enemy's minion before the villain daughter appeared as the leader.
As the name suggests, he is a cannon fodder destined to be blasted away by the protagonist.
This is a stupid alternate world where you watch a saint play cheats to encourage good and punish evil, and wipe out all the villains and nobles.
I never wanted to end up in that situation, so I decided that I would definitely find a survival strategy in my own way... I really wanted to do that. But it's strange.
My actions always lead to unexpected results... I am troubled by the fact that my life cannot go as I want.
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