I often have strange dreams.

In my dreams, I’m beautiful, pure and elegant, kind, impeccably dressed, a good cook, have a handsome hero boyfriend, and am the Saintess, the nation’s hope.

…………What the hell is that?! Meanwhile, my hair is a mess, I wear wrinkled clothes, I can’t cook, and of course, I don’t have a boyfriend. And to top it all off, I’m a total social recluse, absolutely terrible at dealing with people.

Even so, the real me is the strongest. I’m an absolutely invincible, unbeatable human. I don’t need any companions. There’s absolutely no need to defeat enemies while flirting with a handsome hero. I’m perfectly fine on my own, more than fine! Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Go on, me. After being forced to watch myself and the hero flirting in my dreams, grinding my teeth in frustration, the solitary, unpopular woman goes forth again today!