How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Golden blonde hair that seemed to radiate a soft, ethereal glow against the whimsical backdrop of the Wonderland-like world, cascading down like strands of honey.

Large crimson eyes shimmered like the most precious rubies, holding a depth and intensity that seemed to draw you in with each passing second.

Her soft pink lips carried an almost magnetic allure, as though inviting anyone who gazed upon them to step closer, and her flawlessly symmetrical face exuded a kind of absolute perfection that bordered on divine.

And then there was her figure—a breathtakingly seductive form that felt crafted by the hands of an artist.

Although she wore quite the baggy clothing and an oversized lab coat that extended past her arms.

Every curve, every contour of the visible lines in her body seemed to align just right, exuding an undeniable allure.

She was, in every sense, an embodiment of beauty that transcended mortal comprehension.

Everything about the young woman standing before them screamed perfection.

Alice and Snow couldn't help but stare, their expressions tinged with wonder and curiosity as they tried to make sense of what they were witnessing.

But it wasn't just her beauty that captured their attention—it was the sheer presence she carried.

Beneath that enchanting exterior was an aura of mana so overwhelmingly dense that it felt out of place, even within the unpredictable confines of this domain.

It wasn't just powerful; it was unnatural, as though her very existence challenged the rules of this fabricated reality.

For Alice, who possessed the ability to perceive the intricate connections of mana and its ties to the soul, the sensation was even more profound.

The mana radiating from this young woman was unlike anything she'd ever encountered.

Yet within that overwhelming force, Alice could see streaks of crimson threads intertwined with the core of her mana—threads that felt strangely familiar.

The entanglement was eerily close to her own and… Cheshire's.

"Aren't I the best, Papa~?"

The sudden, cheerful proclamation snapped Alice and Snow out of their daze, but the word that followed reverberated like a thunderclap. Enjoy more content from m-v l'e|m,p-y r

"PAPA!?"

The two shouted in unison, their voices sharp with shock and disbelief. Their heads turned toward each other for a brief moment, as if silently asking, 'Did you just hear that too?'

And then their gazes zeroed in on the young woman, who stood confidently beside Riley.

Their pair of eyes locked onto him simultaneously, confusion and suspicion painted clearly on Alice and Snow's faces.

The tension in the air was palpable, the surreal scene before them only amplifying the absurdity of the situation.

Alice and Snow, both sharp and analytical in their own ways, knew there were more pressing matters to address.

The massive spider-like machine behind them, exuding an unprecedented amount of mana that felt like it could level a country, loomed ominously in the background.

Riley's sudden appearance in this domain, as inexplicable as it was, also demanded answers.

But all of that took a backseat to the far more immediate and bizarre mystery standing right before them.

"Riley… who is she?" Snow's voice was sharp, her mind already running rampant with theories.

Her icy blue eyes flickered with worry and disbelief as she glanced between Riley and the golden-haired woman beside him.

The word Papa echoed in her thoughts, each repetition making the situation feel increasingly ludicrous.

The uncanny resemblance between the two didn't help matters—it only added fuel to her spiraling assumptions.

Alice, on the other hand, tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes narrowing as if trying to piece together a puzzle.

"Junior~ I never knew you had a daughter…."

Her tone was teasing but carried an undercurrent of genuine shock, and perhaps even a hint of hurt, at the possibility that Riley had kept something so significant from her even at the absurdity of the situation.

Meanwhile, the young blonde woman, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, tilted her head curiously.

"Hm~ Did I say something wrong? Why are they looking at you like they want to kill you, Papa~?"

She turned her crimson gaze toward Riley, then back to the two girls.

"They're your friends, no~? Oh! That pink-haired girl looks a lot like Master, but Master has red hair though~?"

Her playful commentary only made the tension worse.

Riley stood frozen, staring at the chaos unfolding before him with an expression that screamed sheer exhaustion.

He let out a long, drawn-out sigh, scratching the back of his head as if trying to alleviate the headache brewing within.

Of all the things he'd prepared for, this wasn't one of them.

Still, as ridiculous as the situation was, he quickly realized that trying to dodge the truth—or even fabricate something—would only make things worse.

Honesty, no matter how absurd it sounded, was the only option right now.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself against their expectant stares.

"She's, my daughter."

....

"A daughter in your dreams?"

Snow's voice dripped with skepticism, her sharp blue eyes narrowing as she tried to piece together the absurdity of Riley's explanation.

"Yes," Riley admitted with a sigh, his tone calm but weary.

The room fell silent, save for the distant hum of mana reverberating through the domain.

Both girls found his explanation utterly unbelievable—yet, at the same time, strangely plausible. Riley wasn't known for lying, and both Alice and Snow had their ways of discerning the truth.

Alice, who could see the deeper threads of mana and truth within people, didn't sense deceit.

She could tell Riley wasn't fabricating this, though she could also tell he wasn't telling them everything.

Snow, with her keen eye for reading people honed through experience, arrived at the same conclusion.

They didn't doubt Riley—not completely—but what he was saying left too many unanswered questions.

"Junior," Alice began cautiously, her golden eyes narrowing as she processed his words, "were you experiencing Weaver's Dreams?"

The mention of Weaver's Dreams immediately caught Snow's attention.

Weaver's Dreams were an exceptionally rare phenomenon, almost mythical in nature, their occurrences so few and far between that historical records only contained fleeting mentions of them.

It was said to be an event tied to the very fabric of reality itself—a magical phenomenon that allowed its dreamer to either relive moments of the past or experience possible glimpses of the future.

But the key to Weaver's Dreams was the celestial mana that governed time and space.

This ethereal energy, unfathomably complex and rare, was required to connect a dreamer's mind, body, and soul to such a phenomenon.

Riley, as far as Alice knew, wasn't a mage, let alone one connected to celestial magic.

Sure, he had his oddities, but this? It was a stretch even by Wonderland's standards.

"P-Probably?" Riley stammered, his own confusion evident in his tone.

Alice's eyes narrowed, her mind racing at the implications.

If what Riley said was true, then he was in grave danger.

Weaver's Dreams, while rare, were notorious for their devastating outcomes.

Alice knew the history—the most tragic case being that of Saintess Meredith.

Meredith, the beloved saintess from 45 years ago, was a woman adored by the Goddess herself.

Despite her divine favor, her life was cut tragically short.

The gift—or curse—of Weaver's Dreams had allowed her to foresee calamities and intervene, saving countless lives.

But the mental and physical toll of constantly witnessing horrifying futures drained her.

She died far too young, never able to fully enjoy the peaceful life she had fought so hard to preserve.

"S-Since when?" Alice asked, her voice tight with concern.

"Just for a short while now…" Riley replied, his gaze shifting as though trying to make sense of it himself.

Alice frowned deeply, her thoughts spiraling. Riley was no mage—his aura clearly aligned with that of a knight.

For someone like him to experience Weaver's Dreams, there were only a handful of possibilities, and all of them pointed to dangerous influences.

Her mind quickly ran through the potential culprits.

There were only two people close enough to Riley who might have exposed him to celestial magic: herself or Rose.

Alice's eyes narrowed further as she replayed her interactions with him.

She was certain she had never used celestial magic on Riley, at least not to a dangerous extent.

That left one possibility.

"Did Rose—"

Riley cut her off, raising a hand to stop her mid-sentence. "Okay, I'm gonna need to stop you right there, Senior. Rose didn't do anything wrong, okay? This is just something that happened to me… unnaturally."

Alice froze, her golden eyes locking onto him. "Unnaturally?"

"Yeah," Riley said with a sigh, scratching the back of his head. "It's hard to explain, but this isn't anyone's fault. Not Rose's, not anyone's."

"You're just making things even more confusing, Junior~," Alice said, her pout deepening as she glared at Riley.

Her golden eyes glimmered with frustration, and her cheeks puffed slightly in an almost comical display of anger. Yet, behind her pout was a genuine worry that she couldn't quite mask.

Her gaze flickered from Riley to Laura, who stood a few meters away, observing the group with a curious tilt of her head.

Despite her childlike demeanor, Laura's presence was undeniably imposing, a testament to the sheer mana radiating from her.

"Weaver's Dream is dangerous, Junior. If the symptoms are already showing, we need to hea—"

Before Alice could retort, Snow interjected with an air of cool confidence, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.

"Hm… I think you're overthinking this situation a bit, Senior Alice." Riley interrupted, his tone calm but firm. "Although Weaver's Dream is indeed recorded as a very dangerous phenomenon, that's only for those who forcefully tap into it to see the past or future, right?"

"That's true, but we can't just ignore the implications…"

Snow stepped closer, her piercing eyes betraying a concern for Riley that matched, if not exceeded, Alice's.

Yet, unlike Alice, her approach was more analytical, as though she were dissecting the situation piece by piece.

Alice's lips parted to respond, but Snow raised a hand, her tone soft but insistent.

"I understand your concerns, but we should be asking the real questions, don't you think?"

"The real questions?" Alice echoed, her frustration momentarily giving way to curiosity.

Snow nodded and extended her hand.

A small flower, as white as freshly fallen snow, began to bloom in her palm, its delicate petals shimmering with an ethereal glow.

"Although the exact mechanics of this domain are still a mystery to me, the fundamental principles are simple, no?"

She turned the flower gently in her fingers, its glow intensifying as she spoke.

"Imagination is power here. The stronger the image, the stronger the will. The stronger the belief, the more real the outcome becomes."

Alice's eyes widened slightly as she began to piece together Snow's implications, but Snow continued before she could interrupt.

"That young girl," Snow gestured toward Laura, who was now playfully inspecting the strange machine spider behind them, "is clearly someone of great significance to you, Riley. Significant enough that you unconsciously imagined her into existence within this domain."

Riley stiffened slightly; his expression unreadable.

"Am I wrong?" Snow pressed, her icy gaze locking onto him.

"….."

"….."

"….."

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by Laura's light humming in the background.

Both Alice and Snow studied Riley intently, their minds racing with questions.

Snow's gaze lingered on Laura once more, her blue eyes deepening with a mix of curiosity and unease.

The golden blonde hair, striking and radiant, was undeniably a trait belonging to Riley—his unmistakable lineage.

A beautiful face that transcended what was considered normal, exuding a perfection that seemed almost otherworldly, was another commonality shared by many of the girls already vying for Riley's attention.

Yet, those crimson eyes…

Snow's thoughts narrowed in on those eyes, a color so rich and unique it could only be attributed to a select few she could count on one hand.

She and Alice certainly did not possess such a trait, which only fueled her rising unease.

Her blue eyes darkened slightly, a shadow of resignation passing over her expression. A harem is inevitable when it comes to Riley…

She had long since come to terms with that reality.

From the moment she had resolved to establish her relationship with him, Snow had known she would not be the only one by his side.

Riley was too magnetic, too extraordinary, to be bound by a single bond.

Accepting that had been one of the hardest decisions of her life, but it was a sacrifice she made willingly because she loved him.

Yet, this…

Snow's heart tightened as her thoughts began to spiral.

The presence of this child, born of his imagination or not, raised troubling questions.

Questions she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answers to but needed to ask nonetheless.

"Riley," she began, her voice steady but edged with tension, "who's the mother?"

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, and the weight of her question caused a palpable shift in the atmosphere.

Even Alice, who had been bristling with her own set of emotions, grew still, her golden eyes flickering toward Riley as the significance of Snow's question settled in.

For Snow, this wasn't merely about Laura's origins—it was about her place in Riley's life.

If this child, whether real or a manifestation, had emerged from his subconscious, that reflects a possible future, and it spoke volumes about who Riley valued most deeply.

Snow clenched her hands tightly at her sides, struggling to steady herself against the storm of emotions building within her.

If the child's mother was someone other than her, it meant that Riley's love and reliance had been placed on another—someone who had already claimed the intimate space in his heart she had hoped to nurture into equality.

It wasn't just about the child; it was about the bond shared with her mother.

A bond strong enough to create this manifestation.

Snow's lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to keep her composure.

If it was her child, then it was another matter entirely.

A future where she and Riley shared such love and devotion could only be one born of mutual affection and trust.

In such a case, she would accept Laura wholeheartedly.

But if the mother was someone else…

"Ah, Mama! You're here as well~!!"

The excited and melodic voice of Laura rang out from behind them, shattering the tense atmosphere like a pebble dropped into a still pond.

Everyone froze in place, their eyes widening in collective disbelief as they turned toward the source of the voice.

There she stood, Laura, beaming brightly with all the exuberance of a child reunited with someone she held dear.

Without hesitation, she dashed forward, her arms outstretched, and threw herself into the embrace of the girl who had suddenly appeared—a girl with striking crimson eyes.