Glancing left, glancing right.

Still unable to be certain.

Although the elements of this seaside scene are usually composed of sea, sky, sunshine, and sand, if broken down further, the types of sand can vary from classic golden sand, beautiful clean white sand, unique black sand, or even other strange colors. Similarly, the sea can be crystal clear and azure or murky and polluted. The marine life within the sea can also vary depending on the region... it's not easy to find similar beaches.

No, no, no, the last time waking up at the seaside was exactly seven days ago, so it's normal for memories to deviate. Maybe I just mixed up things?

Or perhaps, at worst, I might have been magically washed back to this side of the beach by some mysterious ocean current?

But none of these speculations can explain why the clothes on me are still the ones from the time aboard the Eastern Star.

"Dammit, can't figure it out."

Tiran stomped his foot, splashing seawater onto the other leg, feeling the icy sensation — although he was soaking wet all over.

As a time traveler, Tiran could come up with hypotheses that fit his current situation. But if it truly was a case of time looping back, things would become much more complex.

If the clues from the clothing on me and similar scenes are insufficient, the people encountered and events that have happened should still exist.

To confirm the situation, all I have to do is find the first event from seven days ago when I woke up on the beach.

"It seems like the direction is this way." Muttering softly, Tiran started walking along the coastline.

Recalling the approximate distance traveled back then, Ayako's ethereal voice unexpectedly drifted past his ears.

Oh crap, major issue.

But there's no rush to frantically attempt other routes like a white rat thrown into a maze. Let's try following the original development again to see if there will be any changes.

Everything that happened next told Tiran that the time she was in now was indeed an experience she had recently gone through. Making the same choices at each crossroad, such as bidding farewell to Ayako after entering the town, annoying the guy at the career introduction place, and then beating up Uncle Echo in frustration, she would encounter the enthusiastic female swordsman afterwards...

"So, let's meet again in a week. My ship will depart in the early morning after the festival, at this berth."

After receiving the promise from the captain, Tiran and Satsuki returned to the temporary guard courtyard together through the bustling streets, where the sounds of people chatting and the festive atmosphere persisted. However, Tiran couldn’t feel any sense of reality.

Is this like a dream? Although it's indeed being experienced, it always feels indistinct as if shrouded in a thin mist.

So far, everything was just as remembered, following the predetermined script. Every individual's words, actions, and expressions were identical. While similar scenarios were seen in various manga and novels, experiencing it oneself still felt novel.

But that's where it ends. After confirming her situation multiple times, it was time to start attempting to break the cycle.

The princess silently thought to herself, Ridiculous, despite playing many puzzle games and encountering various eccentric setups in my past life, wouldn’t I break this reincarnation in no time?

I can come up with a complete plan at any moment — maybe the first step is, after all, observing with some different actions, and then the second step... and think about the rest later.

However, after three days, Miss Tiran seemed to still be stuck at the first step.

Chet.

After finishing a day of duty, Miss Tiran returned to the guard courtyard proficiently placed a sign outside the bathhouse that reads "Girls bathing, dare to peek and you'll die," and then walked into the changing room with Shaoye.

"You seem quite accustomed here, Tiran. I thought outsiders might find it a bit difficult to adapt to life here," Shaoye said, standing in front of the laundry basket, taking off her clothes and chatting with Tiran.

"It's tolerable," Tiran replied casually. Wasn't it difficult to adapt? She had already been through one round, and there was nothing particularly hard to adapt to in these daily routines.

Having cleansed her body, Tiran relaxed into the bath, letting the warm, even slightly hot water submerge her up to her neck, only leaving her head above water. She let out a contented sigh, closed her eyes as if dozing off.

At this time every day, she would completely relax her body and concentrate on recalling the day's experiences and thinking about ways to break the routine. Shaoye had also gotten used to this habit of the new companion, enjoying the hot bath on her own.

Seemingly there weren't many good memories today, just like yesterday. Tiran tried to do something different from the previous cycle, like taking intentionally longer routes back and forth, helping an old lady cross the street, or rescuing a cat stuck in a tree... Don't ask why, just call me Red Scarf.

But it seemed like the effect was not very obvious. This small town continued to repeat its daily routine day after day before the festival, just like any other seaside town, where fishermen cast and dry nets to fish and sell, and merchants buy and sell...

It was probably like some open-world single-player games, where one hadn't found the main quest yet. Usually, in such situations, either the character's attributes were not sufficient, or it wasn't the right time, or... the map hadn't been fully explored.

Considering she couldn't use her Chi, the first option could be ignored; as for time... the only notable exception in the next few days was the brief interruption that occurred in the alley on the morning of the festival day, and Tiran wasn't planning to wait patiently before that.

So, there was only one thing left to do – map running.

So far, her activities had been limited to Seabreath's main streets and the guard courtyard, without even a thorough understanding of all of Seabreath town.

"Decided, tomorrow is map running day!"

Tiran suddenly stood up from the bath, causing a splash of water to hit Shaoye sitting opposite her. The child was startled and opened her eyes anxiously, only to see the princess standing with her hands on her hips and chin in thought.

...Um, did she not even notice that her body was exposed to her gaze?

Well, whatever, it's only girls in the bathhouse anyway, no big deal. Besides... there's nothing to see, Shaoye thought, her gaze lingering on a certain area for a moment before sighing and shaking her hand.

On the fourth day in Seabreath, Tiran embarked on her grand map running plan, as if playing a large-scale VR version of an open-world RPG game, continuously exploring Seabreath.

Character [Tiran] helped the shopkeeper of the grocery store obtain [Dried Seaweed Knots]*500, +1 reputation, +1 gold.

Character [Tiran] defeated [Knife-wielding Thief]*1, +3 reputation.

Character [Tiran] defeated [Sewer Bats]*16, and obtained [Torn Bat Wings]*32.

Character [Tiran] found [Abandoned Wooden Crate] in the sewer, receiving [Decayed Wooden Charm]*1, [Dirty Coins]*2.

Character Tiran purchased a **Fine Forged Steel Knife** *1 at the blacksmith’s shop, -2 gold.

Character Tiran equipped the **Fine Forged Steel Knife** and **Decaying Wooden Amulet**, gaining +6 attack and +1 luck.

...

"Is this all I have to show for my efforts?!"

Late at night, Tiran returned to her room and silently stared at the pile of loot she had gathered while exploring the town over the past few days, her expression complex. These days, she had been wandering around the entire town of Seabreath under the guise of patrolling duties, exploring every street and even sneaking into the sewers—after all, in various games, underground drainage systems always played a significant role, with some villains or even protagonist groups setting up secret bases in these lightless places.

But apart from an old man in charge of maintaining the sewers and a few vagabonds, she seemed to have only found crates and bat wings.

Tomorrow was the festival day, and her progress was still at a standstill. It seemed she would have to search for clues during tomorrow morning's "intermittent time." Last time, due to the novelty of the experience, she might have overlooked many details, so she was determined to observe closely this time.

With this in mind, Tiran lay back on her bed and closed her eyes.

The moon set, the sun rose, just like the completion of a cycle every day.

And so, the seventh day of the second playthrough of Seabreath arrived—festival day.

Before setting out for her patrol... or rather, heading to that alley, Waning Night curiously watched Tiran take deep breaths and wash her face repeatedly with clean water. However, considering Tiran's strange behavior in recent days, Waning Night decided to just ignore it.

Tiran had visited the alley where the time had paused a few days ago, but until today, it had been just a normal alley, indicating that it would only appear at a specific time.

She needed to carefully observe the scene of Aya's appearance that she had been so concerned about last time and see if she could find any clues.

Recalling the points she needed to pay attention to in her mind, Tiran once again followed the crowded flow of people to the entrance of the alley.

The light dimmed, the sounds of the surroundings became muffled, the bustling noise on the street became distant... then... became closer?

The ambient light gradually brightened again, surprising Tiran.

Nothing had happened. She and Waning Night had passed through the alley and arrived at another street.

People who long for a peaceful life fear the unexpected the most, but right now, Tiran only wished to witness that "unexpected."

"Tiran? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"N-nothing, let's keep moving."