My impulsiveness and emotions had returned to rationality and calmness by the time that I returned from my Northlands sword's domain.
"A story where the protagonist is so pitiful and feels like the entire world owes him and being a harem protagonist aren't suitable for me at all. Even if things are at hell difficulty, my typical style is to think of every method possible to obtain victory in the end."
But sometimes, after passion faded and you had to confront reality, no matter how much you tried to mentally prepare yourself, reality would always teach you that it was quite cruel.
Right now, I was seeing the most heartless truth of all…
"I can't possibly win. There's no chance of victory at all…"
Indeed, since my passion was frozen now, I could logically analyze the current situation and determine the most severe problem.
I had zero chances of victory against Elisa who was right in front of me.
