That Man’s 101st Bad Ending

Northern Grand Princess-4

I can’t go back to my clothes like this.

But what if I go back home like this?

Many thoughts came to my mind, but I couldn’t choose the option of going back.

Wouldn’t people be frightened if you go to the venue with your throat cut and bleeding?

When I took off the handkerchief Adele gave me, I realized that there was no more blood flowing.

However, the scars remain.

The blood remaining on the collar of his shirt was also intact, so there was no other way to do anything other than go home.

A chance to meet the princess… Although today is a special opportunity, it is not that there is no way to meet her again.

Dozens of opportunities that I remember right now, wouldn’t it be possible to meet again if there is a relationship.

and reap regret

If we were going to meet someday, there was no need to mess things up by being obsessed with the ball.

Even if my father asked what happened, wouldn’t it be enough to say that I met Adele?

The handkerchief in my hand will be the proof of that meeting.

For such a woman’s personality, it was a pretty plain handkerchief.

The pattern of Ygritte drawn under the white handkerchief.

I stared at it, then started walking across the garden.

‘…Anyway, did I really ask you to come see me?’

-Come to the North later. have a drink or something

Due to her nature, she wouldn’t utter nonsense.

He probably meant it sincerely when he said, “Come,” or when he asked for a drink.

Then you can say that you got away with this as an excuse.

If it was said that he had a relationship with the Northern Grand Duke, there would be nothing to say even if it was his father’s personality.

But wouldn’t it be better to avoid being close to Adele Ygritte?

It was also because of her future that I felt that way.

In any future, in any situation.

She, like me, is accused of treason and purged.

It wasn’t a memory I wanted to recall for a long time, so I smiled briefly and shook my head. There were a lot of things that came to mind when I was with a woman named Adele for a long time.

Like the regrets I had before. It’s a sight you’ll never see again.

Took-

“Oh, sorry.”

“sorry. I was thinking about it for a while…”

The thought was cut off at the same time as bumping into someone.

I lowered my head, blaming myself for not checking the front, but the other person only answered by staring at my back.

Like I don’t know where I am.

It was only then that I realized that it was a woman who bumped into my shoulder.

The gold thread drawn on the pure white clothes, the pure white clothes without a speck, were clothes that only one person in this country could wear.

Saint Adrian,

As soon as I remembered the name, I burst out laughing. Was the saintess also here?

“I am on this side. Holy Maiden.”

“Ah, I see. I’m sorry I can’t feel it if I can’t touch it.”

The saintess who lost her eyesight in exchange for divine power has long been a symbol of this country.

With authority higher than the Pope of Tigres, the state religion of the Empire,

On top of that, it even has a huge divine power that can revive even the most dying people.

It was also true that sometimes there were people who praised the saintess more than the emperor.

Hearing my voice, she bowed her head with a gentle smile.

Is there no attendant?

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Just when it seemed quite unexpected that she was walking around a place like this alone, Adrian spoke first.

“You have nothing to say. Is it because I’m alone in a place like this?”

“…Yes, for now.”

“Mirajen is my close friend. The Holy Father stopped it, but I managed to bring an attendant with me. Perhaps an attendant will come soon. I was left alone because I asked for something.”

Then- she put her index finger on her lips for a moment, turned her head to the surroundings and smiled again.

“There are probably some people who secretly followed me, so don’t worry.”

“I’m glad if that’s the case.”

It must have been the paladin that guarded the saintess.

I fully understood why the saintess was here.

The only surprise was that this was the first time in my entire life that I had met her.

Saint Adrian, although I had heard the name many times, there were not many opportunities to meet in person. I hadn’t even thought about meeting him until recently.

Why would I do such a foolish thing to increase the number of people who were anxious to even embrace the people around me as a means of approaching the crown prince?

As the only saintess in this country, she was occasionally seen by even the emperor.

How much more could I possibly be able to meet someone who is a child of the family.

The pure white blonde hair seemed to flow with light.

It was said that her hair color changed the moment she received divine power, but I thought she was a mysterious woman in many ways.

“By the way, where did you get hurt? I can smell blood nearby.”

“I was slightly hurt. It’s a small wound, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Sniffing, moving her nose hard, she looked at me with a worried expression.

Perhaps it was the incense that flowed from the scars left on her neck.

After thinking about it for a while, I then affirmed it, and Adrian looked in the direction of my scar with a slight surprise.

Her eyes were closed, so she didn’t know where to look, but she was clearly looking at the wound.

It’s a strange feeling. The eyes that can’t see anything pierce me, the sense of looking into my insides accurately.

I thought I couldn’t deny it anymore.

“Did you… hurt your neck?”

“It’s a little cut. I have a lot going on.”

It’s all about it, but she’s well aware that light cuts on the neck aren’t common.

However, Adrian didn’t ask any more about him.

He just came close to me and gently caressed the wound on his neck.

In an instant, I felt a warm feeling permeate my body.

A yellow glow rose up to illuminate the surroundings, and then Adrian removed his hand and opened his mouth in a calm voice.

“…It was a shallow wound, so it should have all healed. By the way, is your injury a personal matter after all?”

It seemed that he desperately wanted to know why I was hurt.

I don’t know why strangers care so much about getting hurt, but it occurred to me that maybe this is her nature.

That is why she is called a saint. A woman who understands and cares for the wounds of others, and sympathizes with them.

I smiled and replied.

“Yes, it is a personal matter.”

“I guess so…”

As if he had expected this kind of reaction, Adrian’s rather relaxed expression turned towards me again.

I tried to fall because it was a bit close, but a small hand grabbed my wrist and wouldn’t let go.

“Saint?”

“Then can I ask you a favor?”

“Ask for a favor, since you healed my wounds, I can listen…”

“I want to hear your name. You know me, but I don’t know you.”

I put on a dumbfounded expression at the sudden request, but soon came back to my senses.

Come to think of it, she couldn’t see my face.

I’ve never met you, so I wouldn’t even know your voice. After thinking about it for a while, I slowly lick my lips.

“I am Robert Taylor of the Taylor family. Saint Adrian.”

“is that so? That’s a nice name.”

Huhuhu, she laughed, opened her distance again, bowed her head, and made a sign in the air.

As if praying for someone, Adrian drew a cross and opened his mouth again.

“Next time we meet, I hope you won’t be hurt then.”

A smile filled with warmth is blown away by the summer wind.

However, that softness still remained, unlike when I met Adele, it seemed that a gentle air surrounded me.

As we were staring at each other for a moment, we heard someone running from far away.

“Oh, I guess I have to go now. I’ll go first.”

“I see. Let’s go first.”

Adrian said that an attendant was on the way, and moved on again.

I walk forward without being able to see, and then quietly watch her back as she disappears into the distance.

A saintess I had never met in my 100 lives, a saintess who always disappeared as if fate rejected me whenever I tried to meet her.

What is the meaning of meeting her in this life?

When I touched her neck, only the smooth skin with no scars remained.

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“Bocchan, are you here alone?”

“okay. If I go anyway, there’s nothing I can do.”

Reynolds looked at me with the expression he’d been showing quite often lately.

What a surprise, even if I attended the party anyway, I was just a bridesmaid.

Being a partner is just a pretext, and in this Taylor, the one who should stand out more than anyone else is Yuria.

He probably said something because he was offended by my absence, but he certainly wouldn’t have done anything wrong without me.

The few times I missed prom didn’t go too far, so maybe it’s okay.

Seeing the bloody shirt, Reynolds seemed to have a lot to say.

But there are no wounds, and since I came back from the prom by myself… Well, I think you’ll think about it on your own.

At least tomorrow, everyone at the duchess will know that I met Adele.

No matter how large the place is, rumors spread faster than anything else.

Still, I’m not going to hold back this time.

I wondered what YuRia would say after hearing exaggerated rumors, and I wondered what kind of stupid expression she would make if she found out that she met Adele.

That would be pretty funny. Aren’t I the kind of woman who thinks I can’t do anything to benefit the Taylors?

“I’m resting in my room today, so don’t come to me unless it’s urgent. If sogaju finds me… just say I’m sleeping. Because I have no intention of meeting you.”

“…All right.”

YuRia’s annoyance would probably have to be dealt with by Leonald instead.

However, I don’t have to worry about that.

You can take a good rest today and organize your thoughts, and start taking action tomorrow.

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Silence greets me as the door closes.

I trudged through the room where there was silence where not even a sound could be heard, only the sound of the second hand of the clock clamoring, and I slumped into a chair.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been through a lot today, but I felt my eyelids getting heavy from the fatigue that rushed in at once.

The moment I slowly closed my eyes, wondering if I should close my eyes for a moment.

-Robert, I’m most curious about when you’re going to take your own life.

Yuria’s voice started pouring into my ears.

I know it’s hallucinations. A voice that is probably in the corner of my memory.

Yuria is at the ball now. can’t be heard

However, no matter how determined I am, this memory forcibly chokes my throat and snatches my breath.

With a creaking sound, somewhere in the arm began to be cut off.

The fingernails had been crushed and fell out, and several of the fingers that had become porridge had already disappeared.

Perhaps the memory of when I was being tortured. The torturer was a very cruel man.

Because he knew how to hurt people so well, he didn’t even faint.

Yuria’s hand grabbed my head, which had fallen on the floor.

He lifted his face with his violent hands and spat out cruel words at me one after another.

-You should never have been born. If my mother had strangled me when she gave birth to you, everything would not have gone wrong.

It’s not a resentment, it’s more like an outright insult.

Those words sounded more painful than tearing my heart out.

At that time, I was a man who respected a woman named Yuria.

I really shouldn’t have been born There were times when I was obsessed with such thoughts.

No arms or legs were visible.

My breath was still attached, with only my torso remaining, but cold dirt pouring down my face.

Even though he howled at the lack of proper teeth, the shovel still poured dirt on his body.

My vision is blocked- it’s dark and cold, so I struggle hard with my body that can’t move anymore.

Oh, did you have any feet?

However, no matter how hard I tried, one of my many lives ended just like that.

In silence where nothing can be heard, it ends with death accompanied only by silence.

The last thing I remember is those frozen blue eyes that watched me bury myself in the ground.

“…Yuria.”

It was only after I noticed that I was spitting out the words myself that I finally came to my senses.

A cold wind brushes your body.

Instead of my hazy mind, I felt a damp touch, and my closed eyes narrowed.

When I opened my eyes, my body was wet with cold sweat.

After a while, I looked around and realized that it was a dream.

It was because I was relieved that I hadn’t slept for a day.

I won’t see it anymore, so I ate my heart loosely.

This nightmare will never end.

How long can I get rid of this past that haunts me like a stigma and holds onto me until the moment I die?

He wiped his wet forehead and let out a low breath.

body was fine. So, the pain I felt now was supposed to be an illusory unification that couldn’t exist.

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Just a phantom pain caused by my wrong thoughts.

Yuria was the person who killed me the most in my life.

Even so, there is no way you can think casually.

I may have… lied.

Now, there are no feelings left, even if there is a past, it is the past, and it is enough to forget it all.

I stare at the empty space where I can’t see anything.

Darkness did not answer anything.

He only kept silent, telling him to seek answers for himself.