That Man’s 101st Bad Ending chapter 90

I can finally reach your sadness-4

It was the first time I had informed people around me about the crown prince, but Adrian’s reaction upon hearing my story was unexpectedly calm.

Is it because I encountered it while reading the memory?

Adrian didn’t react easily to the word about killing the crown prince, probably because he had already done it a few times about killing the crown prince.

What was certain was that it was not a negative reaction.

If I had thought negatively about him, I would have said something while looking at his memories.

A moment of silence followed, and by the time the illusion of the coffin of memories was lifted.

Adrian, who was still in my arms, moved his lips slowly.

“…I don’t think it’s the right thing to do. Before accusing someone of sin, I am a saint.”

Having said that, Adrian swallowed a small sigh.

The thing to say didn’t end there.

Adrian’s expression when he opened his mouth again was full of hesitation, but his voice sounded as determined as possible.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m defending Keitel.”

Adrian had no obligation to be loyal to the imperial family.

She is the representative of the religious order and the saintess of all people. Even the emperor cannot oppress her.

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Just because she was chosen by God, no one could interfere with her.

Even if it was impossible to decide on one side, Adrian’s position was, to put it mildly, neutral.

I thought about it a lot. Although she knows about this memory,

As for whether it was okay to say that he would kill the crown prince.

I could have oppressed her by speaking.

Isn’t it because she wants to shake the saintess who maintains neutrality between the church and the imperial family?

but. She read my feelings.

She knows why I’m constantly going back and forth, and she’s the only woman who knows about every memory.

Talking about this reason was inevitable.

A little anger was felt in the voice that called Keitel, not the crown prince.

Adrian knows that the Crown Prince intervened in my death time and time again.

It may be that kind of influence, but the mention of her name seemed quite uncomfortable.

“As a saint, I cannot understand your will. Killing a country’s crown prince is not a simple meaning, and even bringing up the word means treason. I’m sorry if you were hoping for advocacy, because you always have to stand neutral in everything.”

“it’s okay. But…if you don’t advocate-”

“But as Adrian, I am different.”

Adrian put his hand on his chest and opened his mouth.

When something darkened on her expression, it was only then that I realized what she meant.

He was sincerely appealing to me.

It was to tell me that the positions of the ‘saint’ and ‘Adrian’ were different.

“…I want to understand you. Although not all of your intentions are right, I have seen Robert’s memories. I’ve seen what kind of heart he lived with and what kind of thoughts he lived with.”

He stretched out his hand on my chest and carefully brushed my cheek.

It was like an act of reassurance. Funny enough, I was really comfortable with it, so I smiled and looked at her.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“…You can say anything.”

“If you are guilty, it is that you think too little of yourself.”

I couldn’t bear to refute the words that I considered myself insignificant.

Perhaps it was because it was more comfortable to regard it as my own fault rather than repeating the regression and blaming others.

I lived thinking it was right.

If people around me die and I die as well, if I think it’s my fault, then I just have to fix it in the next regression.

However, at some point, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

No matter which direction you move without making any mistakes, death awaits at the end.

At some point, it took several lives for the mind to return.

“Sometimes you can say it’s someone else’s fault. Confide your worries to others, get angry sometimes, and lie. Why is he always trying to shoulder everything by himself…I don’t know.”

“That’s not like a saintess.”

To blame others or lie, I laughed lightly at those words, and Adrian followed suit.

The hand that had been touching one cheek wrapped around my cheek before I knew it, and the heat from the palm made my cheek warm.

“Now I am Adrian. It’s not a saint, it’s Adrian.”

They laughed at those words, and then there was silence again.

I couldn’t just pass over what I said. Because it was too serious to let go.

My closed eyes opened slightly, and my blurry figure was reflected in the transparent pupils.

The blue eyes touch those pupils and turn to me again.

It was then that the hesitant lips suddenly opened and this silence disappeared.

“I can reach you now.”

“Which one do you mean?”

“I saw the face in my memory, and I wondered if it was really that kind of person.”

His eyes and nose were soft and gentle.

A kind hand that wouldn’t hurt me in the slightest passed my entire face.

Her world began at the fingertips and ended at the palm of her hand, so Adrian smiled as he swept his cheek again.

“Is it similar to what you saw in your memory?”

“…I do not know. I think I know one thing though.”

The hand that had touched the cheek touched the corner of the mouth, and Adrian, who pulled the corner of his mouth, burst into laughter.

“I think a smile would suit me better. The face I saw was always the face of suffering.”

I didn’t laugh much.

There were more memories of crying than laughing, and more painful memories than crying.

The corner of his mouth that was forced up was a natural smile before he knew it.

Grabbing Adrian’s hands on both cheeks and lowering them, he replied slowly.

“…I will try.”

“I am not saying that you should try. What I wanted to say.”

The hand on the cheek comes down and faces forward. As we looked at each other, Adrian held my hand and opened his mouth.

“It means to be by your side. Until Robert laughs comfortably, or even until he kills Keitel to end the regression. I will stay by your side.”

may I? A smile came out of me for some reason as I smiled.

No one forcibly pulled the corner of his mouth, he just smiled at a woman.

Why did I only meet this person now? If we had met before, we wouldn’t have regressed as much as we do now.

What Adrian said was simple. Doesn’t that mean you’ll be by my side even after hearing what I said?

There was no way I could refuse to say that.

It doesn’t exactly mean I couldn’t refuse, but there was only one thing I could say.

“You were more frightening than I thought.”

Perhaps it would be more difficult to know Adrian’s true intentions than Mirazen or Adele.

I stared blankly at the completely empty cavity, the coffin of memories that no longer held its own power.

I thought there was nothing to gain from this, but I was able to get more than I thought.

However, if I had to count the most valuable thing I got from it…

Could it be Adrian? When I handed over my hand to go out, Adrian naturally took that hand and followed me.

Things were going better than expected. A lot more than I thought.

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“By the way, how are you going to explain it to Mirazen? Once you use it, you probably won’t be able to use it again.”

Of course, it took a lot of time to use an artifact with such enormous power again.

Looking back on the memories I found while researching the coffin of memory, it was said that it would take 10 years to reactivate.

Even if he mobilized magicians to fill his magic, it would take half a century to naturally use it again.

The artifact Mirazen was trying to secure was here, but it is now gone.

“I must say no. That will be more helpful to Miragen.”

I’m sorry that I made a mistake, but Miragen also realized that things don’t always go the way I thought through this experience.

How can I achieve my will every time?

In fact, it was just an excuse, but Adrian, who knew it, smiled and nodded.

“Yes. I want Miragen to stop doing dangerous things a little bit.”

“It is of the same mind. I was always worried.”

“Next time, I will pay more attention. Robert has a lot of things to worry about.”

Then, shaking the hand he was holding, he just silently replied yes.

After coming out of the coffin of memory, Adrian’s attitude became more friendly.

If you had drawn a certain line before, now you are trying to cross that line abruptly.

What will the arrangement of this relationship be? She said she would stay by my side until I was done.

Even though I couldn’t support her as a saint, Lady Adrian said she would be on my side.

I’m grateful for that feeling, but I don’t know if I’ll be okay until I reach the end.

…However.

It seemed that something that had been bothering me for a long time had been lifted slightly.

There was still a lot of time left to see the end.

There were things that required him to become the head of the household right away, and he couldn’t even become the prince’s aide.

There was a lot to do. It wasn’t that this relationship was going anywhere, nor was Adrian.

Because he didn’t want to come closer to me.

I heard someone walking in the distance.

When I sensed the presence of Mirazen and Adele, who was looking up, I let go of my hand and offered my arm instead.

We were holding hands at some point, but I don’t think it’s necessary to show it.

“Ah, Prince Taylor. Were there any artifacts underneath? I think I looked at the above to some extent, but I don’t think it’s there.”

“If there are artifacts, they must be underground. So, did you find anything?”

I looked at Adrian at Adele’s words, and Adrian also cast his eyes in the direction where my face was.

As if matching words, the answers they would spit out in the glances that passed by so slightly were no different from similar words.

“Someone seems to have used it.”

“Right. My holy power didn’t respond.”

“…Who used it? Are you talking about no?”

“It will be so.”

I smiled as I looked at Mirajen, who had a blank expression on her face.

Perhaps Mirazen will never know how the artifact was used. This is something only Adrian and I know about.

Now there was only one thing left.

To secure the artifact and move on.

The time to face his sister was slowly approaching.