Meyer had never imagined that, when faced with a beautiful girl suddenly crashing into her,
the John she remembered as ever-gentlemanly and kind
would not only fail to display the manners expected of a gentleman, but instead simply dodge aside before coldly ignoring her bewildered expression and plunging straight toward the ground ahead.
As a Mid Mage, Meyer naturally had the ability to control her body and avoid such an outcome.
But remembering that she was currently playing the role of an ordinary Beastfolk girl, she forcibly suppressed her instinct to use magic and let her body slam into the ground.
Thud!
A muffled sound rang out across the street.
The sensation of her face colliding with the ground was even more painful than Meyer had expected.
If she had to describe it, it was probably like walking down the street only to be suddenly punched square in the face by a muscular boxer who had leaped out of nowhere.
As the victim, Meyer felt dizzy and saw stars, while an unprecedented soreness and swelling were all that remained.
Even her two nostrils began to gush warm blood uncontrollably.
"Damn it, why did it turn out like this?!"
Meyer covered her chin in pain, her mind filled with bewilderment.
She didn't understand why, after obtaining her memories from before reincarnation, the world had not developed according to her will. Instead, it seemed to oppose her at every turn.
Something was wrong. Very wrong!
It shouldn't have been like this!
Why on earth was this happening?!
But soon, the reincarnated sage suppressed her emotions and began silently comforting herself.
It's fine. Although the plan for a poor Beastfolk girl to romantically encounter the Empire's newly promoted lieutenant general had already gone up in flames, she had at least captured his attention.