How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

"As expected of the great enemy, your—"

"Ugh, just shut up and die!"

A red flare of energy ignited at the tip of Alice’s wand, its power condensing into a volatile mass before erupting in a devastating, inescapable wave.

BOOOOOM!

The sheer force of the attack split the ground, sending out a fiery shockwave that obliterated everything in its path.

The White Knight primaris [Gawain]—a figure once feared and revered—didn’t even get the chance to finish his words before his body was disintegrated into nothingness.

Not even ash remained.

Only red mist, dissolving into the air.

Then—

Clap!

Clap!

Clap!

A series of echoing claps filled the battlefield as Alice’s red army stood in perfect formation, their crimson banners swaying in the aftermath of destruction.

Their voices rose as one, an overwhelming chorus of praise directed toward their queen.

And then—

"Kuhhahahaha~!"

A familiar, whimsical laughter sliced through the air, rich with amusement and a touch of mockery.

Alice turned her head slightly, already knowing who it was before he even finished his entrance.

A cat’s grin appeared first—wide, sharp, and gleaming.

Then, in a swirl of shifting shadows, the rest of him materialized.

"Master, I’m back~!" Cheshire sang, his voice dripping with mischief.

He twirled in the air, his body twisting into shifting wisps of smoke before re-forming again. "Tell me, was he more irritating than the last ones?"

Alice let out a slow, deep sigh.

Her earlier anger—so fierce, so unshakable—began to fade just a little as she looked at his ever-present, infuriatingly smug face.

His grin was unchanged, stretching ear to ear. Annoyingly confident. Infuriatingly amused.

"Cheshire…" she muttered, rubbing her temple. "What took you so long?"

The grinning cat spun midair, his entire body evaporating into gray mist, leaving only his floating head behind.

"Ahhh, my apologies for being late, Master~" he purred, his words laced with mock innocence. "Those two Primaris were far more annoying than expected~"

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"Would you believe it? They actually brought along nearly 500,000 soldiers just to try and gang up on me!" He let out a mocking cackle. "Kekeke~! When will those fools learn not to fight me in my domain? Honestly, the audacity~!"

Alice simply stared, unimpressed.

But Cheshire wasn’t done.

"Ah, by the way~" he suddenly added, voice dropping into a more teasing, lilting tone. "One of them escaped~"

Alice’s expression froze.

"…What?"

Cheshire waved his paw lazily. "Oops~ My bad. The army was just soooo distracting, you see? I got a little caught up playing with them~"

His Green eyes gleamed mischievously as he gave a mock bow.

Alice inhaled deeply.

Then exhaled.

She was going to kill him.

Not now.

But soon.

Very soon.

"I should probably buy a cat coffin…"

"Master~?"

Cheshire’s voice was smooth and teasing, but there was a faint flicker of concern beneath it.

Alice exhaled sharply.

"It’s nothing."

She rubbed her temple, eyes narrowing as she took in the aftermath of the battle. The battlefield was still warm with embers, the distant cries of the fallen fading into silence. The acrid scent of burnt metal and blood lingered in the air, mixing with the scorched earth.

Alice knew.

She knew that Cheshire’s failure to eliminate a Primaris would come back to haunt them.

Dealing with even one of the White Queen’s generals was already a rare, near-impossible feat.

Yet here they were—squandering an opportunity that wouldn’t come again so easily.

Her fingers curled into a fist.

Still, she couldn’t bring herself to blame Cheshire entirely.

Even she had struggled against Gawain, the Primaris she faced just moments ago.

He had led over a million pawns, his army stretching across the battlefield like a tide of white. And yet, even with that overwhelming force at his command, he alone had held her off for several minutes.

That alone spoke volumes.

The White Queen’s Primaris weren’t just generals.

They were monsters.

The thought made her stomach twist.

"Tch." Alice clicked her tongue, shifting her gaze to the fading light in the distance.

Facing powerful enemies was already a burden.

But forcing herself to kill familiar faces along the way… that was what made this mission unbearable.

Alice inhaled deeply, pushing the thought aside.

She snapped her fingers.

In an instant, a translucent, jelly-like cloud materialized beneath her feet, forming a soft, hovering platform over the uneven, mushroom-like terrain.

She slowly lowered herself onto it, finally allowing herself a moment to breathe.

With a single clap of her hands—

Shing!

The entirety of her red army—hundreds of knights in gleaming crimson armor—suddenly dissolved into shimmering motes of light, each one condensing into the shape of a playing card before vanishing in a final sparkle.

And just like that, the battlefield was empty.

The war had ended for today.

Alice adjusted her oversized witch’s hat, lifting it off her head before placing it beside her with a soft rustle.

As she exhaled, the fiery red glow that had once consumed her hair slowly began to fade, the burning strands cooling into their natural soft pink.

Likewise, the crimson hue in her eyes dimmed, gradually returning to gold.

It was over. For now.

"Still having a hard time mastering that form, Master?"

Cheshire’s voice was smooth, teasing as always, but there was an unmistakable curiosity laced within it.

Alice flexed her fingers, stretching out her palm.

Almost instinctively, red energy began to swirl at her fingertips, coalescing into a small orb of power.

For a brief moment, it pulsed, wild and untamed.

Then, just as quickly as it formed—

Fsssh—

It dissipated into thin air, like embers fading into the night.

Alice let out a tired sigh. "Yes…"

She flexed her fingers again before resting them on her lap. "I’ve learned to harness my prowess better now, but… controlling it directly is another thing entirely. It still feels like foreign mana—something I have to carefully guide, rather than something that flows naturally within me."

Cheshire floated around lazily, his body twisting and shifting like smoke before leaving only his grinning head behind. "Well, technically, it is foreign mana… but it also belongs to you, so technically, it’s not? Hehe, paradoxes are fun, aren’t they?"

Alice shot him a dry look.

Undeterred, Cheshire simply spun midair. "Anyway~ I’m sure you’ll get used to it in no time! Just a few more battles, and you can finally beat the crap out of that old hag!"

Alice leaned back slightly, resting on her palms as she gazed up at the ever-shifting skies of Wonderland.

"...I just hope so."

She didn’t share Cheshire’s confidence.

The White Queen’s armies had dubbed this form her [Red Queen Form], an overwhelming transformation that pushed her beyond the mortal realm.

And yet… even with its power, she had barely managed to take down Gawain.

Granted he was on the stronger side of all the white queen’s Primaris… with only Lancelot, Percival and Mordred probably at the same level.

Alice knew It wasn’t just about strength.

But even still…. She knew…

There was an overwhelming gap.

Between her and the White Queen.

Alice clenched her fists, a flicker of red mana momentarily sparking around them before fading once more.

Even if she wanted to master this form… even if she needed to—

It was only safe to use here, within Cheshire’s domain. [Wonderland.]

Outside of it?

It was a gamble.

A gamble she wasn’t sure she could afford to take.

"Why the long face, Master~?"

Cheshire’s voice was as playful as ever, laced with that familiar, teasing lilt. He floated effortlessly beside her, his body twisting in lazy circles like smoke caught in a breeze.

"I’m just… tired."

Alice exhaled, the weight in her voice unmistakable.

"Fufu~ And here I thought you’d have gotten used to it by now~ That’s not a very good mindset to have, Master. You must never forget—you’re human, after all~"

He twirled midair, his ever-present grin stretching from ear to ear. "That’s what makes you so lovely~"

Alice blinked, then let out a small, genuine smile.

Reassuring words from an ever-unpredictable cat… but comforting nonetheless.

In truth, this mission—this relentless battle against the White Queen—had always felt like a mix of burden, responsibility, and curse. A fate she never asked for.

All she had ever truly wanted was a normal life.

A home. A family. The simple joys of existence.

To laugh, to love, to spend time with the ones she cherished without the weight of destiny looming over her shoulders.

But she couldn’t afford that luxury. Not when this war loomed over everything.

Not when she was the only one who could stand against it.

Alice sat in silence for a few moments, watching the ethereal glow of Wonderland flicker around them, before turning her gaze toward Cheshire.

This cat—this whimsical, infuriating, ever-mysterious familiar—had been by her side through everything.

Through every battle. Every loss. Every moment of despair.

Never wavering. Never changing. Always watching with those amused, knowing eyes.

And most importantly…

Never corrupted.

When that incident happened—when that white evil light spread and consumed everything in its path—Cheshire had remained untouched.

Unchanged.

Alice wasn’t sure what she would have done if that had been different.

She let out a soft breath before murmuring, "Cheshire… don’t ever change, okay?"

"Hmm~?" Cheshire tilted his floating head, feigning confusion. "Why would I ever change~?"

Alice shook her head, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

’Why did I even bother worrying…?’

Not even a god could probably change this whimsical cat.

And maybe… that was exactly why she was so grateful for him.