To be honest, the me from my previous life wasn’t a person with all that many merits.
My looks were ordinary, too.
An average height somewhere around 175 centimeters, a face that was decent enough when I looked in the mirror, and proportions that looked passable enough when I put on clothes.
My life was ordinary as well.
I had an ordinary school life, never really causing trouble or worrying my parents too much, and by luck I got into a university with a decent name, studied the things I wanted to learn, and earned fairly good grades.
Since I was a humanities major in the middle of an employment crisis, I’d been a little worried about finding a job, but fortunately, there were quite a few professors who thought well of me, so I had even been debating which graduate school to enter.
Then I died. That part was a little less ordinary.
Thankfully, the cause of death was ordinary.
I was walking down the street with earphones in, playing TFT, when a truck slammed into me. Well, isn’t that incredibly common?
Though I do kind of want to brag that my final match before dying was 11 Demacia.
Anyway, that was me—a person who had lived and died an ordinary life.
I’d probably be remembered as a university student in his twenties who lived a life with nothing particularly worth boasting about, nothing much to put forward.
Ah, still, there was one thing I wanted people to remember me for.
That I was a friend who was fun to be around, who told all kinds of entertaining stories, who spoke well and was likable.
Wherever I went, I tried to become someone people enjoyed being with, so I thought that if I were remembered that way, it would have been a life without regrets.
Even in the second life I was lucky enough to be given, I didn’t live all that differently from the first.
Although my life got badly twisted, and somehow I ended up being sent to the empire as a hostage in place of the prince—I still tried to make everyone I met enjoy themselves, told them lots of amusing stories, and worked to earn their goodwill.
That was all I did—
“Big Sister Victoria, I think Prince Ian enjoys talking with me more. He’s not the sort of person who suits a blood-soaked barbarian like you, Sister.”
“Bullshit, Chloe. I’m sure he enjoys speaking with an excellent general like me far more than with some sinister woman like you who only schemes and plays tricks from the corner of her room. Isn’t that right, Prince Ian?”
“Where is Prince Ian? Was he not supposed to converse with Us about classical philosophy at teatime today?”
“Ian, where have you run off to instead of working out! Come out this instant!!”
“…There is a mountain of documents to process, yet Prince Ian is nowhere to be seen.”
“I simply must meet Prince Ian! That man is the only genius capable of carrying on the research I have devoted my entire life to!!!”
It seems I overdid it a little.
It’s troublesome to seem like too good of a person…