Kekkon Shoya no Deathloop~Nosuji Reijou wa Nando Shindemo Megemasen~

Loop 2-1

"Yikes!!

With all my strength I scream. The time is already night. Now that the ceremony was over, this was no longer the only time I could resist.

............... and that?

I was clinging to the pillars. Earlier, I was in the master bedroom...... is that it?

"Lady!"

Pulled with a strong force from behind, the body peels from the pillars.

Suddenly the recoil I had lost my strength, or the samurai pulling me fell to the floor vigorously as it was, and I also fell so slightly over the samurai again.

Under my body, I hear something crumble.

"Oh, my lady! Please don't lose your strength all of a sudden!

"... Oh, oh, I'm sorry"

I rush down from above the samurai. And I checked my stomach.

It doesn't hurt. There's no hole in the dress. Of course there is no blood on it.

—— One, what does this mean?

I just stuck to the pillar. But my brother, who heard the noise, stripped me and took me straight to the master bedroom. As soon as I entered the room where I tried to get half thrown in, someone stabbed me in the stomach and chest......

Daydreaming or forecasting the future? Or paranoia?

The sight that spreads right in front of you is before you get stabbed if you remember. It's a special situation to stick to a pillar, there can't be more than once, and you can't get me wrong.

"So, Teresa. Isn't that weird? Don't you ever feel weird like time's rolling back?

"What are you talking about? Could it be that you're sleeping?

Teresa frowns. There is no sound of lies or deception in that word.

People other than me hadn't even shown themselves bewildered by this situation.

... I don't know what it is. I can just vividly still remember that cold feeling eating into my skin and the burning pain.

"There he is..."

Ines, a samurai, remains sitting on the floor. She even had her ankle wrinkled between her eyebrows. Thanks for the shock right now, he twisted his ankle.

"It's okay, Ines?

It is Petra who peeks into Ines' face as she sits down.

"I'm not used to wearing shoes anymore, so twist your legs."

"I wanted to use something new because it's a wedding."

"So I don't know about high heeled braided leather shoes... aren't they a little too temperamental?

Two young people have such conversations. Samurai of the same age, maybe close to each other.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?"

I also approach Ines again and reach out to see how my ankle is. Inez stood up, though, hitting him to hide his legs.

"Never mind."

Returned without hesitation. On its side, there was no insecurity that I showed Petra. Apparently, they totally hated me.

"You seem calm. Then let's make a move. I've kept my husband waiting too long."

Harriet, an elderly samurai, grabs my shoulders a little depressed and moves them straight in front of the mirror bench. And he began to comb my hair with a scratch, releasing an unspoken aura.

Petra and Inez also surround me with perfume and light pink lipstick, not to mention the opportunity.

I just had a dream (?) Unlike. Last time, while not finishing his personal duties, Brother Tris was in charge and transported to the master bedroom. But now, the samurai has fixed my hair and sprayed me with perfume.

After all, my earlier memory is that I hate marriage too much and it's a delusion I've created? If you look at the door, there's no sign that your brother will show up.

"Suddenly I grew up... what the hell is wrong with you"

Teresa peeks into my face through the mirror. Seriously, my worryingly shaky eyes are just like my earlier dreams.

"Damn, after such a wonderful wedding. What the hell is wrong with you lady?"

"Disgruntled... er..."

Words don't come out well. It's like waking up and not working your head well, or after being turned into something.

I couldn't really understand the situation and couldn't think of any words to put out, so I let my mouth flash open and close in the dusk.

"I've just been married, and I'm so nervous. Right?"

That's what Petra says. Unlike Inez and Harriet, she has been close to me since the beginning.

"I know how your wife feels, a little. You're kind of scared when such a beautiful husband is with you."

"Petra."

Harrier looks sharply at Petra. Don't let the servant talk at ease, you want to say.

Petra shrinks herself, but as far as I'm concerned, I was glad she even spoke out of focus. Fear without a sense of reality fades only a little.

"It's okay. Than that...... eh. I wonder if the Duke will really wait in his room."

In a dream I had earlier, it wasn't just a nice husband waiting for his face, it was a blackcloth man.... No, was that man the Duke? Whatever you do, I don't want to see you face to face with me.

"If you go, you'll see. So let's move to your room. Nice, ma'am."

Harrier develops a forceful argument and gets ready to move without even hearing back from us.

Soon, in the mirror, there was my face, which had become beautiful there.

……

I don't want to go.

But I thought I needed to make sure.

I want to remind myself that vivid and creepy memories are just illusions. I want to be sure that this fear is just a mistake.

"I'll show you your wife."

It was Ines as well as daydreaming that offered. But she must have just hurt her ankle.

Harrier remembered that, too, and shook his head to the side.

"You, you would have hurt your leg earlier"

"But --"