That Man’s 101st Bad Ending

I didn’t do anything-1

A few days after the regression, I think quite a lot happened.

He met the saintess, sent Theresia away, and met Adele.

It was encouraging to meet Saint Adrian, whom he would never have met originally, but now he was a little anxious about the future he had experienced for the first time.

However, what made me feel okay was the fact that there were still countless memories left in me.

can cope

Even if it’s out of my imagination, it’s something I’ve been through beforehand.

However, the reason I regret it is because the lingering attachment has remained with me for so long.

“Brother, a letter has arrived.”

Now that his demeanor was more polite, Leonald handed me a letter.

If you think about it, it has already been about two weeks since I returned to this summer day when I was 20 years old.

This is a letter that will come to me at a time like this.

When I accepted the letter with a curious mind, my eyes narrowed when I saw the pattern engraved on it.

I forgot. That I had beaten Theresia.

Was there only this much of a share that Theresia occupied for me?

If it was meaningless, how can I forget it just because I haven’t seen it for a few days?

For this reason, I often had to think of the last episode as pitiful.

I used to imagine that if I had given up everything and made up my mind like I am now, I would have been able to bring everything back to life with about 10 regressions.

Of course, now I know very well that this kind of imagination is meaningless.

It is foolish to cling to the past.

However, the scars left at that time were still tormenting my soul.

There are no scars on the intact body, but the traces of torture, once engraved, show no signs of being erased no matter how many years pass.

Basrak- Suddenly, the letter in my hand is crumpled.

A cold sweat formed on my forehead, my vision blurred, and my head started to feel dizzy.

Memories of the past came like a flood, smashed the dam, and the pouring sensation, holding my chest in a tight breath, dropped the letter in my hand.

Thinking deeply about the past often led to this reaction.

The disease that soldiers who went through the war said to suffer,

However. Because what I had was more cruel than that.

The poison he drank, his severed arm, and his broken leg could be seen superimposed on his body.

The eyes that disappeared without a trace would sometimes lose their sight.

Sometimes I forgot my voice because my vocal cords were damaged from screaming, and very occasionally. I used to forget my name.

I saw a trembling hand.

Wouldn’t this hand be scattered right now?

No, once I had all my nails pulled out. It’s a minor torture.

I’ve been through so much torture that I can now accept it with a smile.

There were times when I cut off my own arms, and there were times when my arms fell off while swinging a sword.

The eyesight is dyed red.

Invisible colors such as blue, green, and yellow hover everywhere.

Numerous memories are intertwined, and at the same time, I gnaw my teeth at the sound of rain digging into my ears.

What I have to remember now, I purse my lips trying to calm my beating heart.

my name, what was my name?

“…Robert Taylor.”

As I slowly returned to my consciousness, I slowly wiped the sweat from my forehead. The breath he had been holding back returned, and his shrunken lungs regained their elasticity.

It was fine so far. I think, suppressing my temples.

It calmed the expansion of the blood vessels beating in my head, as if they were about to burst.

It tasted fishy only in a tightly closed mouth, but it was okay.

This kind of thing used to happen often. Rather, I was waiting for a reaction like this.

Ghosts named past haunt me.

I wonder when he’ll let me go, but recently the intensity has been weakening.

The fact that the frequency of dreaming decreased was a fact that could be known.

That I’m not thinking too seriously about the past anymore.

In fact, in the past, it wasn’t that I bought all 100 times faithfully.

Perhaps 30% of them took their own lives.

It was at a time when I was obsessed with the delusion that if I died again and again, this regression would end, so I stabbed myself three times as far as I can remember.

‘…It’s pitiful.’

It’s not just a relic.

Regardless of my will, life repeats forever until I fulfill my wish.

Didn’t he even wish for eternal death now?

After wiping off the sweat, I picked up the letter that had fallen on the floor.

[Dear Sir Robert Taylor.]

“Dear.”

That’s not even funny.

It was quite rare for her to add the modifier ‘dear’ to me.

There is something truly urgent about you, or if not, there is something you want from me.

When I opened the letter with a smile on my face, inside was a letter full of carefully written sentences.

[Sir Taylor, how are you? Originally, I’d like to call you by my first name, but I know very well how upset you must have been for my mistake last time.]

…At this point, I stopped reading the letter.

If you read any more, you won’t even know if you get angry and vomit.

If I knew how much I was hurt by my mistake, I wouldn’t have contacted me with a letter like this.

Is it not such an urgent situation? What an arrogant woman.

“Renald, burn this letter.”

After saying that, Renald sneaked open the door and came over and picked up the letter and put it in his bosom.

Originally, he would have suspected that he would think of something else even in this situation, but now, Renald was doing a pretty good job as a faithful butler.

At least if I evaluate him based on the two weeks I’ve been watching… he’s believable.

It was enough to say that it was the only one in this ducal residence.

If you use carrots and sticks appropriately, there will be no betrayal.

I didn’t rule out the possibility at all, but there was an underlying conviction that a betrayal like Renald’s wouldn’t harm me.

“What is your father doing?”

“His Excellency the Duke went up to the capital this morning saying he had work to do.”

“It was about time. So, does that mean there is only one YuRia left?”

“Yes, Lord Soga remains here.”

Perhaps it was for the upcoming Full Moon Festival.

As it was a major festival in the empire, it was necessary for his father to move to the capital for the festival to be spread throughout the empire.

Maybe soon the duke’s mansion will be noisy. Of course, I had to move pretty busy in the middle of it.

There was one person to live for, a man who has been a great helper to me in almost all of my life.

I need more information than the information guild asks, there is probably no one like that.

Alchemist Jay, saving him from death at this festival was the most important problem at hand.

“How would you like to eat? Would you like me to bring it to your room?”

“No, eat at the restaurant. You don’t even have to eat in your room anymore.”

Before returning, I often ate meals in my room, but after returning, I deliberately went out to eat at a restaurant.

Even though it was very uncomfortable to eat with my father or YuRia, they would at least remember me if I showed my face like this.

Another reason was because of Yuria’s strangely distorted face whenever she saw me.

Isn’t the reaction from the last time strange?

He said it wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in me, so he wondered if he felt guilty for some reason.

It wasn’t even funny.

If all you really did was just to get attention.

At that time, he wouldn’t even consider her as a blood relative.

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Just as I was thinking about that, Yuria was walking towards me from the hallway across the street.

Perhaps she was trying to eat, YuRia, who was startled for a moment when she saw me, soon put on a calm expression.

Then it passed me and disappeared, stopped and called me to stop.

“…Robert Taylor.”

“Why are you calling? I haven’t done anything wrong, but is there something I need to apologize for without knowing?”

He replied sarcasticly, but YuRia’s eyes grew a bit chilly, but there was no further reaction.

After staring at me for a moment, she then pursed her lips in a low voice.

“It doesn’t mean that you should always apologize when I call you. Since when, I never did that.”

“Then, tell me why you called me, Mr. Sogaju.”

At the word sogaju, the pupils shook very slightly.

This reaction is ridiculous. Why would you react?

It was an incomprehensible feeling to me, so all I could do was look at Yuria now as if she were curious.

I could have wondered about myself who had changed through regression.

However, I couldn’t understand why I was shaken by my current reaction.

It was Yuria who rather hated that title when I called her sister.

So if you do what you want, shouldn’t you like it?

That kind of reaction right now seemed to be nothing but burdensomeness at such a title.

Yuria, who had been silent for a while, opened her mouth as if she was annoyed.

“I was just asking if you would attend this Full Moon Festival. If you attend, you must report to your father. Don’t make a strange mistake and answer me.”

“I will attend. I have work to do.”

“All I have to do is… No, that’s it. I’m busy, so I’ll go. Whether you eat or what you do, do as you please.”

I was about to ask about it, but YuRia turned her head to herself and kept her mouth shut again.

Then, as if the business was over, he spit out everything he had to say and then disappeared.

another angle, another angle. I walked down the hallway and looked at YuRia as she disappeared with a mysterious expression, then I turned my back as well.

‘It’s just like that for a while.’

It is not the first time to see such an eccentricity.

It’ll just be like that for a while. Soon after, I erased Yuria from my mind and settled down at the restaurant.

While Leonald ordered his attendants to bring food, I remembered the letter from Theresia earlier.

There is only one reason to send me such a letter now.

It must be because she is slowly starting to feel sick from her older brother.

However, it wouldn’t be so serious now.

Wouldn’t it be at the level of a mild cold that I sometimes get coughing up?

If he had a clue, he would have sent me a letter to apologize.

Looking at my reaction, sneaking up on my older brother…probably that’s how he coped.

So, I had no intention of agreeing to this meeting.

If it becomes urgent, I will contact you again. What I planted in her is a seed called doubt.

I won’t do anything, but her doubts will eat at my heart and make me uneasy in every situation.

At first, you think it’s just a coincidence.

People tend to rely on luck when something negative happens.

However, the slightest change in circumstances leads to obsession with what might be the cause.

‘I’m sure that’ll be fine for now.’

But what if I don’t respond?

If you respond with silence without a single answer, how far will the doubt spread?

I don’t think it will take long.

At the most, two weeks, until the full moon festival begins, you will be able to observe the whole process.

“I brought you a meal.”

As I was about to move the knife while looking at the plate in front of me, Reynolds came closer and whispered something in my ear.

“…letters arrived one after another from Violet Street. What would you like to do?”

“Burn it.”

“Aren’t you checking?”

“Because the content is obvious. Burn it well so no one can see it.”

“All right.”

came in succession He laughs at those words.

Perhaps other symptoms appeared right after he sent me the letter.

However, my reaction does not change.

If she just keeps sending letters, all I can do is take the trouble to burn them one by one.

Cook, the feel of the knife cutting the steak is transmitted.

Pick up the soft flesh with a fork and put it in your mouth, savoring the savory taste and sweetness of the sauce.

Soon, the day will come when the seeds she holds will gradually increase in size and bloom.

That doubt would eat away at her and soon devour the Violet family.

However, it’s not my fault. Isn’t it all her fault for starting doubts, and her fault for ruining everything with doubts?

I repeat.

I intend to do nothing.

nothing.