That Man’s 101st Bad Ending chapter 8

Coincidence-1

I looked in the mirror and saw a pale face.

It’s a sickly looking face, but this is how it doesn’t look like a person who will die soon.

I felt like I knew why Adele looked at me and said I looked like someone about to die.

If you see a face like this, wouldn’t everyone think that at least once?

Since she was already healthy, it was obvious that she would think I was weak.

Of course, her words seemed to penetrate my condition.

Your eyes are empty My face reflected in the mirror was no different from what I remembered.

No wonder.

I don’t know if it’s my mind, but my body always returns to the summer days of my 20s.

Did you say the eyes are the windows to the heart?

Perhaps, as she said, my impression may have changed a little.

If you think about it, how many times have you started to regress and laugh?

The corner of his mouth that was forced up was just infinitely awkward.

Let’s stop, so I turned my head and saw Leonold standing there awkwardly.

…how long have you been here?

“I would have told you not to come in without permission.”

“Huh, I came in with permission. Didn’t I explain today’s schedule earlier?”

“ah.”

As I looked in the mirror and thought about this and that, I completely forgot that Ronald was in my room.

Because it’s today’s schedule, I actually don’t have much to do.

It was because her father or Yuria took care of the family affairs, and the retainers used to take care of other chores.

It’s not that I’ve become like a nerd who wanders around outside for nothing.

As if I was not a member, my name was always excluded from the work carried out in this ducal residence.

The only difference was that today I had to see my father in person.

“Is it because of yesterday’s work?”

“Maybe…I think so. Rumors have spread quite a bit. Bocchan is a person, yes. I hope it can’t be.”

“If you went to the imperial party and killed someone, you would be in prison, not here. Isn’t your imagination too poor?”

“It’s not a rumor I spread. Some of the ladies-in-waiting did-”

“Yeah, I get it roughly.”

One fact is that Gongja, who returned with no injuries and only blood, locked himself in his room and did not come out.

I got a sense of how much exaggeration and transformation was done in this fact.

In fact, there were quite a few people who hated me among the attendants, so there must have been quite a bit of malice among them.

What kind of Yuria’s dog was this time talking so much? Very slightly, I felt bad.

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“Do, young master?”

As I always felt, there was an unusual amount of attention being paid to my actions.

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Just the act of leaving the room, so many people reacted.

When I grabbed the chin of the maid standing in front of my door, the maid struggled in surprise.

It was an unfamiliar face. I think I’ve seen it sometime, but

It is a face that has not been seen many times even though it has gone through many regressions.

At least, it must be said that there was not much contact with me.

What does it mean that such a lady-in-waiting is standing in front of my room?

The options are narrowed down to two.

A maid who really started working for the first time, or someone else’s helper.

What is the reason for being in front of my room?

Ronald just came in and stood right behind me.

It was quite suspicious to tremble like a frightened rat.

If she was just passing by, she would have had something in her hand, but unfortunately, there was nothing in her hand.

Only then does it look like I have business to do in my room.

“Who’s standing in front of my room?”

“I-I’m the Taylor family’s handmaid…?”

“Since when did you become a handmaid? I think I’m seeing your face for the first time today.”

Kuuk, while clenching his chin, put strength on his fingers as it is.

The lady-in-waiting slightly frowned at the pain she felt in her chin, as if she was slowly feeling the pressure.

“I know all the ladies-in-waiting of this duke’s residence. I’ve seen too many.”

I can’t forget the faces I’ve seen dozens of times, not just once.

He knew where he was, what he did, and who lived where.

I still remember that I checked them one by one for fear that they might have helped me in killing me, or that one of them might kill me.

He didn’t know that such an obsession would be useful now, but what was clear was that this maid was suspicious.

The lady-in-waiting, whose face had been caught, sat down as if her legs had lost strength.

To the point of making someone so clueless do the job.

“It seems that Lord Soga handles things in a very special way. Now, for the first time, I would have the lady-in-waiting eavesdrop.”

“It’s not like that-“

“I don’t like lying. Just keep your mouth shut.”

Pressing down on his lips, the boy nodded his head with difficulty.

Taking a peek at Leonald’s expression, his eyes widened in real surprise.

At least…that would mean that he still has value for me as much as Leonald.

not an assassin

There’s no reason to kill me at this point, and he must have just made the lady-in-waiting, who seemed easygoing, do something.

The maid didn’t say anything.

However, it was clear that she was not accustomed to this kind of thing, at least as far as her eyes were filled with tears.

If that’s the case, it would be a loss to me if I held onto it any longer.

I released my hand from my chin and glanced at Reynolds. It just meant to sort things out.

“…done. I have no reason to take my anger out on you. Perhaps yesterday’s rumors bothered you quite a bit.”

“Heh, heh…”

That’s the reason I went back early yesterday, but I’m sure you haven’t heard rumors that you came back covered in blood.

Of course you’d suspect I’d done something.

It wasn’t a reaction that was a little different from what I expected, but rather a laugh came out.

Disappointment must have some expectations, but Yuria…well. I didn’t have a very novel response.

After taking care of the lady-in-waiting, Renald bowed his head to me and disappeared.

It’s something I’ve felt since yesterday, but it seemed like Renald was showing a pretty respectful attitude towards me.

I don’t know if it was because I thought I was holding the leash, but I didn’t think that attitude was bad.

If you keep doing that, isn’t it different from profit to me.

‘Yuria moved too hastily.’

I don’t know how easy it was for me, but to see my reaction after spreading rumors.

The funny thing was that if it was me in the 1st playthrough, I would have been treated like this.

What she didn’t consider was that she didn’t know that I’d been through this dozens of times.

Of course, it’s a fact that no one but me knows.

With that thought in mind, I was heading towards the place where my father would be, but at some point my steps stopped in place.

It was because of the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

As if I were the target, the reckless sound slowed down a bit as I stopped.

“Robert Taylor.”

It was a cold voice, as usual. For a moment, it felt like a cold wind was blowing.

It was obviously a hot summer, but Yuria’s eyes always showed apathy.

“What’s the reason you returned to the duke’s residence yesterday alone? I should have told you not to be rash.”

“You obviously said that.”

“I am asking you now. Why, did you return to the duke’s mansion covered in blood?”

In an instant, I eat, and laughter leaks out.

Isn’t it funny, to question someone without even checking the facts properly.

No matter how perfect Sogaju she is, she is also immature.

Isn’t there a time when pressure alone doesn’t work?

Now was such a moment.

“Wrong, my lord. It seems that the attendant gave me false rumors.”

“Am I wrong? Ha, Robert. Are you saying that in spite of this evidence?”

She brought a shirt with blood on her neck from where she had gotten it.

Did you tell them to find the laundry themselves? There was definitely blood on it.

That’s all. Whoever saw it wouldn’t call a shirt like that bloody.

However, Yuria’s attitude was quite confident.

As if everything he said was right, there was an atmosphere where he was convinced of a kind of ‘hypothesis’ he had made himself.

“Does Sogaju-nim say you are covered in blood with that much blood? It’s a little different from what I know.”

“It’s not that important right now. Where the hell did this blood come from? If you, who have no scars on your body, want to be stained with blood, you’re saying it’s someone else’s blood. I can’t believe he really killed someone…”

“ha…”

As he let out a sigh in frustration, Yuria’s expression hardened for an instant.

He listened quietly and apologized several times before ending it, but the misunderstanding Yuria had was bigger than he thought.

Murder, I wonder if she knew better than I had never held a sword.

this is just stupid

It’s a deterrence to catch the fact that I moved alone and make a big deal out of it.

If it was her authority, it would have been simple to make this a fait accompli and ask me.

Perhaps even if it were quickly revealed that it was not true and disappeared, my father who heard the rumor would have slammed me for damaging his honor.

The goal of throwing me out of my father’s eyes must have been accomplished admirably.

“Did you just believe the servant’s words more than me?”

“…I’ve never heard of it from an attendant.”

“Then have you seen it yourself? Where I was hurt, where I was at the ballroom and who I met and got blood on me. Did you see? I bet you don’t. Yes, it can’t be.”

The calm voice had become quite sharp.

Maybe it was because I wasn’t in a good mood.

She seemed to overlap with the old memories that I recalled while sleeping.

The hand that choked me, the face that mocked me as I died, the cold eyes that directly tortured me.

was stimulating me

“Anyway, you don’t even care about me. Sogaju.”

To Yuria, I am not a younger sister.

A competitor who just inherited the same blood, who might take away the position of Sogaju when he made a mistake.

That’s why she keeps me in check.

Blaming them for making mistakes and torturing them for making mistakes. After all, it is because they see me as a competitor rather than a family member.

His exasperated voice gradually lowered, and before he knew it, he regained his original calm.

Rather, it seemed to be getting colder.

The inside, where even the least remaining emotions were completely scattered, was like a lake with no ripples.

YuRia was still looking at me.

However, unlike before, it was clear that there were cracks in that firm expression.

The slightly trembling lips and slightly shaking eyes were proof of that.

“You mean you’re hurt…”

“I met Sir Ygritte. She cut her throat.”

Yuria’s eyes narrowed at the word Ygritte.

Ygritte, because that last name meant only one person.

I looked suspicious, but my mouth fell shut when I saw the pattern on the handkerchief I had seen.

Isn’t it funny, while still doubting the words of my flesh and blood.

It’s like he firmly believes in the design of a grand duke he’s never seen before.

“I am hurt. Could someone who has never held a sword ever kill someone?”

“……”

As if in vain, his mouth, which was tightly shut, could no longer refute.

There were no more faces that glared at me. Look at the tiny cracks.

As if I was confused, I quietly opened my mouth as I looked at the trembling eyes.

“If you don’t know, it’s better that you don’t say anything. If you want me to disappear, I would rather you say so.”

To her who still couldn’t say anything, I turned around and added.

“I will quietly disappear. Lord Soga.”

Then he walks towards the room where his father will be.

My purpose in the first place was to talk to my father, so time just dragged on.

So, when I took a step forward, Yuria muttered softly.

“…it’s not that I’m not interested in you.”

I turned around and tried to refute, but my words were blocked.

It was because YuRia was looking at me.

With a distorted expression, as if it would break at any moment.