A few days passed since I entered the Illusory World of the Red Contract.
Rather, a few days have passed since I became the bodyguard and personal attendant of the Young Lady Archduchess, Lucretia de Cristina-Rasa.
Mission status report: No progress has been made regarding the Protagonist's assassination.
Well, obviously.
As the saying goes, Rome―or in this case, an unmatched level of trust―wasn't built in a day, or even in a matter of days. Even if the setting were that of an easygoing dating sim.
To put it into perspective, I had already spent more time here than in any of the previous three Contracts, and with effectively zero development since the first twenty-four hours had elapsed.
