Transported to a Western fantasy world, I became a noble with garbage-tier aptitude. Although I awakened a talent that lets me draw a lottery every day, most of the stuff I pulled was pure junk. Hecate had already mentally prepared to lie flat and mooch off the family forever.

But unexpectedly, the lottery talent drew the Witch Seed.

Every gift from fate has its price clearly marked.

The moment he chose the Witch Seed, his affinity with magic hit the maximum. Just breathing in a bit of air would boost his power.

But the cost was…

In her third year living in this steampunk world, Ciel gained the ability to simulate both the past and the future.

These simulations turned into a game where she could act without restraint, and after countless trials, real life became a replica she could navigate as though speedrunning it.

Churches, potions, mutations, the Old Gods, witches, sealed artifacts… none of these have anything to do with Ciel. She’s just an ordinary girl who wishes for a peaceful life.

She just happens to be particularly skilled at snuffing out danger before it even begins.