【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】 "I can read minds and I understand psychology. I can identify everything and even predict my own death. However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die. The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls. The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes. If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……" --- steady update. 2 chapters per day xD
Emilia was now beset with countless regrets.
She regretted not directly refusing Banning's request and regretted not explaining the situation before others arrived...
Consequently, misunderstandings proliferated, leaving no opportunity for clarification.
Regardless of what Emilia said now, everyone would attribute her words to modesty.
Moreover, she lacked evidence to prove that the credit for today's achievements truly belonged to Sir Banning.
For anyone else, receiving such undeserved accolades would be a cause for celebration! However, Emilia's obstinacy prevented her from accepting credit that wasn't rightfully hers, finding it more discomforting than anything else.
— (What exactly is the deal with Banning?)
Emilia was increasingly perplexed by Banning, and whenever she had a spare moment, she would recall the details of their encounters, endeavoring to discern his true nature.