That woman’s first bad ending-5
The fantasy isn’t over yet.
…At least, I hoped that YuRia would think so, but it certainly worked.
Manipulating illusions was simple.
I twisted and adjusted the magic I already had, and made it stay in a harsher reality than the one I had experienced.
It was possible because I was certain that I had recalled forgotten memories.
It seemed certain that the moon stone had reached a singularity.
Since all of what Yuria is going through inside of her came to me, I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue at the sight of her coveting the position to go until the end.
What on earth does it mean to be so blind to Yuria?
I was incomprehensible.
In the first place, it was difficult for me to have a meaning beyond just the name itself.
I wanted to pay tribute to him for still being greedy for the position of family head even though he went through countless regressions in fantasy and suffered countless deaths.
Of course, that’s why I was able to break my heart again.
“…You’re a duke?”
I nodded to YuRia who asked back in disbelief.
The most effective way to break people’s hearts was to destroy hope.
A heart that survives all hardships is stronger than anything else,
A person will collapse when he realizes that it is of no use in the end.
As much as I did, I knew him better than anyone else.
It didn’t take long for YuRia’s eyes to blur.
It’s been a while since the binding was released, but the body staggered back to the chair.
He did not officially take over the position of family head.
It would be nice to call it a kind of bluffing, but the crest on the chest definitely symbolizes the position of the family head.
It was better to make the most of what was available.
If it helps to completely erase YuRia, I should use it even if I overdo it.
“That’s right. You can’t believe it.”
“That…no way, the aristocrats wouldn’t have been quiet—”
“I don’t know which nobleman you are talking about. Do you think there will still be people who support you?”
YuRia and I headed for the basement, and I was the one who came back after that.
It was very obvious what the nobles would think when they heard the news.
In the end, wouldn’t it be thought of me as the head of a household?
Even those who supported Yuria hurriedly took my hand, so it could be said that Yuria’s power was gone.
“There won’t be. All the nobles who support you have sent their intention to support me.”
The northern seal was with me.
The divine power received from the saintess was still intact, and the artifacts the princess gave were only possessed by her and me.
He touched the coat of arms of Yugris next to the coat of arms of the family head and licked his lips.
The base of support for Yuria to step on has now disappeared.
All that was left was a woman about to lose everything and crumble. Her eyes, which had always been cold as if they were frozen, were shaking fiercely.
As if it would break at any moment, Yuria, who had been laughing continuously, staggered and touched her forehead.
“…It is a lie.”
“It is true.”
“Something like you, something like you… there’s no way you’ll be the head of household. it was so decided It’s right that I’m going to be the head of household. huh? That’s right, Robert- Kkeuk!”
At some point, Renald came next to her and stabbed Yuria in the back of her hand with a needle.
Yuria, who touched the back of her hand at the moment of pain she felt, looked at Renald with a ferocious face.
His expression asked what the hell he was doing, but Reynolds, who had collected the needle casually, answered calmly.
“Call me your Excellency Duke. Aren’t you also a sogaju now? It is better to be polite.”
“What…?”
Are you sure you want to stick with this?
Suppressing the laughter she was about to shed for a moment, she quietly watched YuRia glaring at Reynolds.
Even for a moment, the eyes that burned with anger were slowly disappearing.
Perhaps he was convinced of something from Leonald’s attitude, and even the emotions that were still alive were scattered little by little. It looked like something was collapsing.
In fact, I thought that by the time this hallucination was over, I would have completely lost my mind.
I felt like I knew a little bit why I couldn’t change YuRia.
How can you change a woman who lives like that?
She was a woman who lived with the conviction that she would become the head of the family herself.
I was rolled like a prostitute, and even though I wanted to collapse in the end in countless tortures, I remembered my purpose in the end.
Although mentally damaged, it didn’t seem completely broken.
Now it seems that even that is about to break completely, but I wanted to see with my own eyes that Yuria was crumbling.
So that we can never recover again, so that we will never see the name Yuria Taylor again in our lives.
“Jay, Leonald. Get out for a while.”
“Are you okay?”
Arwen looked at me for a moment, then nodded with a small smile.
I wanted to finish this work with the two of us. Me and Yuriana, after all, we’ve been through 100 deaths together.
How will the end of countless deaths end? Will our end be a comedy or a tragedy?
There must be a vaguely visible ending. What was certain was that today was your end.
look at the tragedy My eyes were looking at Yuria.
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Looking at it this way, I felt that my position had changed from before.
It was me who was always sitting in this chair, and it was me who was looking at YuRia in front of me.
YuRia’s pupils were empty.
A strange moan escaped from her slightly open mouth, but Yuria didn’t even show any reaction.
“I saw a lot of them here when I was young.”
My mother passed away, and I, who was grieving for a long time, said that I was pathetic and tied up in this basement and had my nails pulled out.
I lost my mind at the pain I experienced for the first time in my life.
Several times, when I come to my senses, I lose my mind again due to the pain that comes back.
When all that time had passed, my fingernails were all gone.
Still, no one was curious about my condition.
The person who took care of me at least had already been killed by Yuria.
I thought he had just retired, but it was only later that I realized that Yuria had killed him.
the dead don’t come back
Since I was only 10 years old, there was no one who would accept my foolishness, so I built a lot of relationships with this basement even after that.
“…If you’re going to pull out your nails, feel free to do it.”
“I don’t like it.”
I am not Yuria. I didn’t even want to be like YuRia.
At most, I had no intention of becoming a moth to live my whole life for just one moment, clinging to a place like a family head.
I had no intention of killing others without hesitation or torturing and harassing my family for my own ends.
If you still think of Yuria as a family member, that might not be the case, but I didn’t want to act like Yuria.
Yuria’s body was full of wounds.
It was the traces of the tortures I had suffered in the past, so like Theresia, it was as if wounds from memories appeared on her body.
Because she doesn’t regenerate like her, her body gradually deteriorates.
Even if it wasn’t severe, that wound that gnaws at the body would definitely affect lifespan.
She won’t live as long as she imagined.
If possible, even if she wanted her to live as long as possible, the psychological damage would be considerable as long as her memories were forcibly retrieved through hallucinations.
YuRia was still sitting in the chair, looking at me.
He was sitting like that, bleeding from every corner of his body, and the hem of his white shirt stained red with blood.
Maybe he had given up now.
He might have accepted the possibility that everything was over now and that he could not recover again.
When I thought of that, I burst into laughter.
There was no way Yuria would really have that kind of heart.
Even at this moment, I will be looking for my gap somehow. Because that’s glass.
The things I hated, hated, and tried to erase.
That kind of look suited YuRia.
I thought it was fortunate that it didn’t break. If it had been broken so easily, I would have been disappointed.
Wouldn’t it be futile if a woman who had not changed even after returning 100 times collapsed after dying 100 times?
With a small smile, she slowly approached YuRia.
“You have been through a lot. I won’t forget the effort I made to become Taylor’s family head.”
“…just kill it quickly. Did you come here with that in mind anyway?”
“I never said I would kill you. Why do you keep trying to die? I am not a malicious person like you. It’s better to save than to kill, and it’s better to make good use of it than to keep alive.”
It seemed that she had no intention of getting up, so she slowly began tying Yuria to the chair.
As the rope moving along with my magic restrained my body, Yuria, who resisted for a while, glared at me.
don’t kill That fact was not a lie at all.
“I will continue to visit you every day, so I hope you will listen to what I have to say and show various reactions.”
After becoming the family head, I thought I would tell you about everything I do.
About the whole process of leading Taylor, using Taylor to rally forces, and attaching himself to the crown prince as an aide.
So, I didn’t intend to kill him.
Wouldn’t you have to see and hear the entire process with your own two eyes?
It hurts more than an eternal fantasy, if the younger brother you hate the most walks the path you should have walked.
Even so, can you hold on with a presentable mind?
There was one thing I wasn’t sure about. I’m afraid I can’t stand it and bite my tongue myself.
“town-!”
So he sealed his mouth with magic.
If you have something to say later, you can release it so that only food can enter.
tied arms and legs However, the door was not meant to be locked.
He wanted to see the sight of the attendants walking around with his own eyes.
It was because I was curious about what you would think as I saw you more energetic than when you were in Sogaju.
“Well, it’s just my personal desire.”
You had to see for yourself what the patriarch Robert Taylor was doing.
I’ll just have to watch everything you’ve created be used by me, thrown away, and no longer useful.
I’ve thought about it a lot, but I think that’s what will cause you the most pain.
To sit in this chair and just watch everything.
I wanted to watch this Taylor collapse without doing anything.
What would your face look like if Taylor, whom you were so obsessed with, eventually disappeared in the name of treason?
The wide eyes seemed to have a lot to say to me, but I smiled and pressed my face into my ear.
Then, he whispered slowly.
“I want you to live a long, healthy life if possible.”
Only then will all of this be complete.
100 times, the number of times you died in illusions.
And will this life be the 101st for you?
If you could express your life in one book. All I wanted was one thing.
Your life ending in complete tragedy.
I just hoped that the 101st bad ending would be harsher than anything else to you.
The blue eyes that had been shining for a while lost their light.
His empty, emotionless gaze scattered into the air.
Perhaps the light will never return.
I had a sudden thought.