Doyle Roland, once a hard-nosed wage slave and his boss's designated drinking buddy, transmigrated into a game after one night of heavy drinking.
He became a junior steward in a duke's household.
"Being a steward is pretty nice, but the main story is about to start. I'd better keep my distance." After packing his things, Roland was summoned to the bedroom of the duke's daughter.
"My contract is about to expire," said Louisa, the duke's daughter.
Roland knew that, of course, and was already prepared to grab his things and run. But why was there something so conspicuous on the table?
"This is your admission letter. It's about time you came to school with me, too. Get your things ready, and let's go."
"Huh?"
