Even a nonsensical, insane contest like the cross-dressing contest was still a contest. It was an initiative by the head student council that was officially organized and approved by the Temple. 0

There was a prize for the winner, and the contest had a proper, structured format.0

The only saving grace was that there were very few participants. That meant there were no preliminaries, and so I didn’t have to go through the absurdity of observing a bunch of cross-dressed males trying to charm their way to advance to the finals.1

During the contest, participants would take to the stage in turns, present themselves, and then the winner would be decided by a simple vote.0

I couldn’t become a completely different person, but with a slight touch-up to my face and with a completely different outfit and air, even someone who knew me wouldn’t recognize me as Reinhart.0

I had the key cheat for this situation—Sarkegar’s ring.0

As much as I hated to say it…0

There wouldn’t be anyone prettier than me there.0

The first thing I needed was a dress.0

Then, I had to decide what kind of performance or act to present during my stage time to appeal to the audience.0

‘Should I dance…? Or sing…?’0

I really, really wanted to cry. There had been countless times in this otherworldly life when I had felt wronged and resentful, but this was the first time I felt so wronged that I wanted to cry.0

‘Why… Why is this happening to me…?’2

I absolutely couldn’t let anyone know I was Reinhart. I had to make sure no one could even guess it was me. I had to suppress...0