They don't want me to try anymore.

"Your Highness, why are you crying?"

"...I had a very, very long dream."

Alice looked at the concerned maid who appeared at the door and smiled to hide her true feelings.

She stretched out her smooth, white feet, put on her slippers, stood up, and asked softly:

Do you know that St. Goethe had a student named Richard Targaryen?

"Huh? I actually know one."

The maid tilted her head in slight confusion and replied:

"Remember the story I told you before about the bakery that taught the thug a lesson? Later, when I was handling some paperwork at St. Goethe, I unexpectedly saw that the good Samaritan was none other than this year's freshman, Mr. Chapman... But why are you asking about him?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

Alice waved her hand dismissively.

She's currently in the final six months of her exchange program at St. Goethe, which is why she's temporarily staying in Idaril. So, it's possible she might still see him…

"By the way, is that Roland Honest Man's Newspaper you're holding?"

"Yes, Your Highness, I have already selected the art section for you."

"Thank you for your hard work, but you don't need to pick and choose anymore, just give me everything."

To the maid's surprise, Alice picked up the political news section, which she usually couldn't be bothered to look at at all.

She used to habitually avoid these things...

But reality proved that she couldn't escape it.

Moreover, in order to protect those she wants to protect, she must proactively learn about court politics and become stronger, wiser, and more resourceful.

A ruthless glint flashed in Alice's eyes as she began reading the political news section.

And then she...

I realized I couldn't even recognize all the people in the world.

Who is this man?

"She is the princess of the Copper Furnace Dwarf Kingdom."

"Wait, so much beard and she's a princess?"

"Dwarf women do grow beards."

"Ah, I remember now, but I never expected her to be this big... So, is this also a dwarf princess?"

"No, he was a male dwarf, and what he had on his face was not a beard but nose hair."

"?"

Well, it seems little Alice still has a lot to learn.

A few hours later.

Richard opened his eyes in the boys' dormitory at St. Goethe.

The simulation results have been generated.

Chapter Twenty: Feigning Registration, Regret Followed Day After Day

[Life Summary: Richard Targaryen, you were tormented by illness, falling from a gifted prince to a mortal destined to be nothing more than Black Iron. But you did not succumb to despair. Instead, you displayed the spirit of a hero, leaving school with your head held high to pursue a new world.]

Despite being an outsider, you overcame numerous difficulties to forge your own path in the art capital of Van der Rohe, creating countless stories that will be passed down through the ages, and becoming a well-deserved literary giant.

When your benefactor and lover was caught up in the coup, you did not choose to betray him for wealth and power. Instead, you endured it while secretly enlightening minds and gathering the strength for rebellion. Finally, on the night of the Flower Festival, you succeeded in one fell swoop.

In the end, you saved your lover, but sacrificed yourself in the process… The one who wrote the legendary story became the legendary story in the mouths of others.

[Overall assessment: Great writer, romantic, enlightener, regicide]

[Hardcore Index: 85]

[Gained 8 free attribute points]

[Gain 3 optional features]

[The Masked Man - Your disguise skills have greatly improved, making it easier for people to believe your lies.]

[The Fate Writer - You have one chance each day to significantly increase the probability of something happening (a meteorite suddenly falling, which is plausible)]

[Kingslayer - Your attributes will increase by 5% when you declare your opponent to have royal blood]

Although the number of rewards was much less than in the first simulation, Richard was still very satisfied.

The masked man is undoubtedly very practical.

The Fate Writer skill is an active skill that, if used well, can turn the tide of battle!

Richard then opened the personal attributes panel.

After more than half a month of study and training, his attributes have improved a bit, and it looks...

It also doesn't look so neat anymore.

As someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, he couldn't stand this.

After reserving 3 attribute points as a backup, he decisively used the remaining 5 points to fill in any gaps in his skill set.

Ultimately, his attributes became like this:

Name: Richard Targaryen

[Race: Human]

[Rank: Mid-Bronze]

【Strength: 16】

[Agility: 16]

[Physique: 16]

【Spirit: 50】

【Magic Power: 40】

【Charm: 60】

Based on his observations of his classmates over the past few days, Richard discovered that most mid-level Bronze-rank mages had strength, agility, and physical attributes that were no different from ordinary people (or even slightly lower), while their spirit and magic power were around 30.

From this perspective, his current magic attribute is already very close to the silver level...

Richard stretched contentedly, then began to think about another important matter.

Hamilton, and the person behind him, are plotting to harm him during their exploration of the illusionary realm...

Thinking of this, he felt a surge of anger, but he quickly suppressed it.

He currently lacks evidence and cannot do anything to the other party.

Especially in times like these, it's crucial to be cautious and composed...

"Your Highness."

Katyusha's voice interrupted Richard's thoughts.

"I've brought lunch."

"Is it already noon?"

Richard stared in surprise at the bread and meatballs the maid brought him, twisted his neck, and got out of bed.

Although he took the day off today, besides his schoolwork, he still needs to make the most of his daily training...

In the following days, Richard outwardly resumed his normal school life.

Registration for the Fantasy World Exploration began over the weekend.

Why do we need to register three days in advance?

In the school auditorium, Zoe looked at Arno, the teaching assistant explaining the rules next to the registration point, and asked a question in confusion.

"Because each fantasy realm has a limited number of spots, and different fantasy realms require different preparations before going, but little Zoe, you're in the Dawn Class, so you have higher priority. You can choose whichever you want~"

A tall, brown-haired woman, about sixteen or seventeen years old, rubbed Zoe's armpits and casually explained.

"Ha, ha, senior, don't be like that... Hmph, watch me!"

The girl broke free from the clutches and turned the tables, attacking the other's armpits in return.

"Hahaha."

After the two girls finished laughing and joking, they continued chatting.

Unlike Richard, who was being targeted, Zoe has made some friends these days, with her senior being her closest friend.

Her name was Hepel, an exchange student from Vanderbilt. She came in the same year as the princess of her country, but the princess was extremely talented and went on a trip after completing all her credits ahead of time. Hepel didn't have that ability and could only stay for another six months.

She and Zoe met on the training field; it was a case of "no fight, no friendship".

"By the way, Zoe, I've heard a lot about your brother lately~"