It was a very vague memory.

“I… like you.”

Perhaps it wasn’t even my memory.

“Go out with me.”

In the jumbled memories, I was confessing to a girl.

I stood before her on a hill in a blue field, under a large tree, as the refreshing breeze blew.

With a pounding heart, unsteady breathing, and dripping cold sweat.
I was sincerely, wholeheartedly pouring out my heart to her.

And then.

Her trembling blue eyes, her expression that seemed flustered.

“…Will my answer change our relationship?”

An answer that wasn’t an answer.

“No, we’ll still be friends.”

Trying to act fine, I smiled at her and left with slumped shoulders.

And that night.

“…I’m going crazy.”

I realized.

I had been reincarnated as one of the countless extras who confessed to and was rejected by the main character in a female-oriented romance fantasy novel.

***

Thinking calmly, it wasn’t such a bad thing.

I mean, unlike other novels, I wasn’t reincarnated as a villain or a scoundrel; I was just one of the many extras who confessed to and was rejected by the main character.

My grades at the academy weren’t bad either, and I had been reincarnated into the body of a boy from a decent family, so I didn’t have to worry about making a living going forward.

I exhaled shortly and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

The flood of memories had jumbled my mind. Fortunately, I didn’t forget the memories of the body I had been reincarnated into.

“As long as I’m not involved with the main character, it’ll be fine.”

With the imperial third prince, a nobleman’s second son, and even the next hero involved with the main character, someone like me would surely be quickly forgotten.

…Ah, yeah.

That’s what I thought.

“…You didn’t really like me, did you?”

Until she grabbed me and said that.