QT: The Secondary Character Counterattacks (Obey Me! characters x Reader)

Arc 3. The Cursed Witch Conquers the Wild Prince (Diavolo x Reader) Chapter 2

Chapter 2: These UR-Level Beauties are Bad for My Heart

You woke up to daybreak.

[Good morning, Host! What're your plans today?]

Your mind was clouded.

You cradled your head between your hands, feeling like you forgot something important.

[Host, are you all right?]

"... I'm fine."

Whatever it was, if it was truly important then it would come back.

You stepped outside to find the old woman tending to a garden by the river.

When she saw you she smiled and said, "Good morning, feeling better, I hope?"

"Much better. I owe you my life." You bowed, and although technically you didn't owe them anything, you wanted to be genuine.

"Now, now, raise your head. We did what anyone would've done."

You grinned back weakly. In your reality, no, even in many fictional works, inviting a complete stranger into one's home in the middle of the night is inviting danger. You would've never made such a stupid choice, but seeing the compassion in the couple's eyes last night made you feel guilty for insulting them.

You put on a sweet smile as you eased into your role.

You learned healing techniques from your new "mother" and was taught how to fish by your new "father." You tolerated the judgmental looks from the patients coming from the city.

You played as the perfect little daughter who could never hurt anyone, even your bullies.

Months later, the fateful incident happened.

The system reported:

[Ding. The elderly couple have been killed by bandits.]

You said nothing and continued watering the herbs.

[Host?]

You expected this to happen and frankly, the thought of saving them never once crossed your mind. Your mission was your top priority, after all. But still, even though this world was fictional, you were part of this world, so you couldn't help the slight ache in your chest.

When the sun began to set, you plucked out flowers and then put them in a basket. You went to the river and then gently placed the basket on the water.

You watched the flowers until they were carried far and disappeared from view.

For the rest of the night, the system was silent as were you.

The next morning, Uwak greeted you as usual.

[G-good morning, Host. Please don't feel too sad. No one blames you for not interfering with their deaths like most transmigrators!]

You made a disgusted look. "Huh?"

[E-eh?]

"Who's sad? They're characters."

[Eh?]

"Although I feel bad don't expect me to actually mourn from the bottom of my heart." You retorted as you started your daily stretches. "Characters are just pieces of fiction, why do you think I didn't think twice about the crappy stuff I've done so far?"

[But Host! I-isn't it every otaku's dream to live life in fiction?]

"Listen, stupid," you enunciated carefully, "I may be an otaku but that doesn't mean I'm delusional. Just because I like a charming demon in an anime doesn't mean I'd actually like him. Just because I like watching a killing game doesn't mean I'd actually want to be a part of it or support it in real life. Get it, dummy? I know where to draw the line."