Human Capabilities Have Limits

Afterward, accompanied by team after team of members of the “Great Ying Empire’s Inquisition,” wearing white hoods and cloaks, moving in and out of the room,

they carried away the cannon fodder who had been taken down by Kefeier one by one.

This whole death-flagged scene—where Nilu, the revenge-driven heroine, would normally awaken her “Evil King’s True Eye” powers,

and I’d end up tied in a sack and tossed in a river to feed the fish—was cleanly avoided.

The outcome goes without saying: Kefeier, the true protagonist, handled a background character and a bunch of cannon fodder with total ease.

As long as I could cling to her and bask in her “main character aura,” there was no way I’d lose my little life.

“Miss Kefeier, all suspects have been taken away. As for the scene… I’m sorry, we don’t currently have extra personnel to help you clean up.”

After moving off Longtao’er and all his lackeys, the leader stepped in front of Kefeier and bowed respectfully.

“As for what happened: it appears to be a collusion between local nobility and the knight corps. Both will face serious punishment.”

“This matter still needs detailed interrogation, but I believe your presence alone is proof enough. Well then, we take our leave…”

Not a hint of hesitation—he didn’t even sneak a glance at Kefeier’s chest!

I wish that idiot Longtao’er could see this: this is what it means to be a professional background character!

The white-cloaked group left with flair.

If it were a normal day, Kefeier would’ve bid them goodbye politely.

But this time, she visibly looked… off.

She didn’t even respond to the respectful bow from the leader.

Only after everyone had left, and only I, Nilu, and Kefeier remained in the room, did she let out a soft sigh at the corners of her lips.

“Sigh…”

She looked around the mess in the room, glanced at Nilu who was looking for cleaning tools,

then finally fixed her gaze on me.

“Nilu’s okay, right?”

“She’s fine.”

If I was fine, of course Nilu would be.

If anything had happened to her, the entire area would’ve been scorched earth.

“I rushed back the moment I got your awkward message.”

“Still, Euclid, I’m impressed you managed to protect Nilu from so many of the knight corps while their captain was right there.”

“Haha… ha…”

Now what? I can’t exactly admit I was scared to death, can I?

A man’s gotta save face—especially in front of Kefeier, since I still need to keep my noble, reformed image to stay on her good side.

“Well, I am a ‘charlatan’ after all. I used some ‘prophecies’ to stall those big guys for a bit.”

“Pfft…”

Kefeier’s gloomy mood was briefly swept away by a smile.

“Prophecies, yeah right.”

“You’ve clearly got a talent for martial arts.”

“No ordinary person could take a hit from a Tier-4 knight without a scratch. Euclid, you might be a genius.”

Here we go again.

This was supposed to be the perfect chance to “gain the heroine’s favor and join her party,”

but Kefeier’s mood still visibly dipped… all in just one second.

As a once-infamous charlatan villain, all I needed was to stick close to Kefeier and ride the protagonist train.

Why should her mood matter to me?

That’s what I tell myself, but if staying close means being more understanding, then so be it—I’m not planning to stay quiet now.

“Kefeier.”

Just as she was about to leave, I suddenly spoke.

“Is this what’s been bothering you?”

Nilu, who was sweeping up the shards of a broken vase, paused.

And Kefeier’s reaction? Way bigger.

She flinched, then turned toward me with a look of obvious panic.

“Bothering me? What’s there to bother someone of my status and identity?”

“Charlatan, don’t act like you know everything.”

“What could you possibly know?”

I know.

Because at the moment Longtao’er went berserk and Kefeier stabbed his face full of holes,

I understood perfectly from the script what her true worry was.

“I already told you, I really can ‘foresee’ things.”

I paused a bit, then slowly spoke,

watching as Kefeier’s “main character energy” faded bit by bit with every word I said.

“That stuff about being a prodigy a few years ago… What’s that about, Kefeier?”

I already knew her troubles from the script.

But I still had to ask—interrupting a protagonist’s heartfelt self-reveal monologue?

That’d get me killed by the narrative gods.

According to the script, Kefeier had absurdly powerful parents and an unmatched background.

Even as a child, she was already dual Tier-6 in martial arts and magic.

A prodigy among prodigies.

She was once hailed as the one most likely to become the youngest “Sanctified” in history.

But now, years later, while she had grown more beautiful and more stunning physically,

her power… hadn’t advanced much at all.

Breaking past that bottleneck had proven impossible.

Granted, even a single Tier-6 is something most people could never reach in their lives.

But to a chosen one like Kefeier, this stagnation was unacceptable.

And this—was the real source of the heroine’s distress.

Just like the script said, Kefeier gave a dry, helpless smile and shared her troubles.

“Recently, I had another argument with my father about it.”

“So I ran off to the secret base to cool off… just to get away from my family.”

She looked at me.

“I’m scared that next, they’ll treat me like some ordinary noble girl.”

“Make me do all the things I hate that noblewomen are expected to do.”

“But I can’t prove myself anymore either.”

“Maybe… my father’s right. Maybe this really is my limit…”

“No. You’re not like the others.”

Her self-deprecating, almost sorrowful smile was cut short by my words.

Kefeier looked at me in disbelief.

Don’t look so surprised.

I meant every word.

Lying to the protagonist? You wanna die!?

“Your dad’s talking out of his ass. You don’t have a limit.”