The Maid In The Reverse Harem Game Wants To Quit

Chapter 52

Otis was possessed by a strange conviction.

If this is not fate, then what is?

She appeared in front of him whenever he needed someone.

Even when he was young and wished someone would reach out to him. Even when the lemon madeleine that rolled on the ground caught his heart and made him head to the greenhouse again. When he was injured and collapsed in the back alley, and now, when he returned to Lavrenti because he missed her…

In the midst of many other needs, she always came before him.

If it had not been for these amazing coincidences, he would have been able to let her go. It would have been possible to reverse this twisted obsession that gradually got worse…

Ironically, the moment Irene caught him, joy and happiness crossed inside Otis.

It was the sorrow of the person who entered the abyss even though they knew it was the abyss… and the joy of the person seeing the end of their long yearning.

And, it was a feeling that was ignited by his suspicion that Irene could not possibly be here now.

Now, she was not even holding a lamp, and when she saw someone in the greenhouse, she was not surprised, rather she caught him… As if she had promised to meet him. Her outfit, which did not cover the skin on her shoulders, added more confidence to his shaky doubts.

Perhaps, she decided to meet someone here, he thought.

A moment of ecstasy in the face of doubt was ignited by this kindling.

In the end, the fact that he might have been on a trajectory for a missed bullet ignited his power of failure.

Ahibalt, a terribly perfect gentleman, might not have raised his doubts hastily. However, unfortunately, he was not a gentleman. Otis was well aware that he could not even reach the toes of Ahibalt’s perfection, merely imitating his esteemed older brother, the subject of endless comparison.

His attitude boils and sharpens easily.

He only packs with well-tailored manners and elegant wording, though no one who knows him would ever label him as polite. Besides, the person in front of him now was the one who made even his sole pretense meaningless.

Otis’ palms slowly climbed up her skin.

His hand, which rose along the straight shoulder line, passed the carotid junction and wrapped around her pale cheeks.

“Who is it?”

Contrary to his friendly hand, his voice was cold. His voice, which had barely endured what he wanted to swear, trembled like a willow branch in a gust of wind.

“To tell the truth… Let’s move on with this one.”

“What… I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you mean, secret meeting?”

“Then, why don’t you explain to me the reason you’re here in a place like this in the middle of the night as if you’re waiting for someone?”

”…Or, is it okay for me to mistake you for a spy?”

His voice as he added the question was bleak.

In the first place, Otis was a human being far from patient. Because all the humans who pissed him off used to become amputees, or have bullet holes in their heads.

So, Irene knew.

It was not a simple choice for him to take a shortcut like intimidation. How patient he had to be to not give strength to his grasp, which slowly swept along her shoulder line…

“Irene.”

He called out her name with a breath that seemed to break. It was rather a plea.

‘…Please, I beg you to tell me it is not the answer I was thinking of.’

He wanted to hold her by the shoulders and ask. At least, doing so would be easier than cutting off the wing features of a canary.

…No. Maybe, that would be a better option. Seeing Irene’s face in embarrassment, the fire from Otis’s power spread throughout his body. Only the thought of not wanting to let go of her, who lost composure in his grasp, took control of his mind.

A life that can be easily destroyed at any time…

Why can he not tie both her feet together so that she could not easily leave him at any time? Instead, use this opportunity to accuse her of possibly being a spy and lock her in a deep room in this mansion. If he tied her hands, her feet, and covered her eyes… no one would be able to reach her.

Even Irene herself…

When that happens, she was sure to be his canary that only he would be able to reach.

It was clear that there was no need to get caught up in such worries and conflicts. He would not be jealous of someone like Louise Orpen, who had monopolized Irene’s love, or his half-brother, whom he had never defeated…

“Actually, I was going to meet the footman.”
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The moment Otis’ patience reached its limit, Irene’s mouth, which had kept her silence all along, opened.

“During the day, we’re busy with each other’s work and there is a lot of distance between the women and men. We have to avoid seeing each other in a place like this.”

“…Ha.”

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Irene, you’re bad at lying.”

“It’s the Young Master who made me do that clumsy thing. I hope you don’t force me to answer what you don’t believe in.”

As she said so, Irene took a step back from Otis. At the same time, he could feel her little hand slipping out of his grasp. For a moment, he fell into a conflict about whether to hold her hand, though he struggled to shake it off and answered.

“If you’re not trying to have a secret meeting, then the answer is set, right? Is there anything else you would be doing besides being a spy?”

“Please, also think that it’s the other way around.”

She could have been chasing a spy.

Irene answered coldly. It was an answer she would never have said normally. The moment she saw Otis’s eyes staring at her and asking if she was having a secret meeting, she felt it.

‘This is a little dangerous right now.’

The fact that Otis looked particularly tired and sharp was not an illusion. She also quickly noticed that he was misunderstanding her right now. In her experience, misunderstandings in games like this are often a shortcut to catastrophe.

Irene fell into a moment of strife.

Should she remain silent like she did with Ahibalt, or reveal everything?
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‘I do not want any more attention…’

The reason she did not tell the male protagonists about the spy was that she wanted to keep things from expanding. It was clear that the bigger the issue, the greater the risk she would take on herself.

‘In fact, in the game, Louise, who was loved by the male protagonists, had the most difficult path.’

She was kidnapped and threatened. Still, Louise was given a fixed ending because she was the heroine.

…However, what if she was someone who was not given any role?

The risk would be borne entirely by her.

In that case, her goal was to advance the story in a way that does not affect the game as much as possible, and to quickly find out the truth and then leave the mansion.

‘It seems I have messed up from the point where the First Master noticed…’

At that time, Irene was in a similar dilemma—whether she should tell Ahibalt everything or not. After much deliberation, Irenea chose her latter. Because Ahibalt’s episode 「 A Blood Stained Portrait 」 had already begun. Since the episode had already started, she did not want to add more variables to it.

But, what about Otis whose episodes have not even started?

‘In addition, Otis is the most dangerous in terms of the possibility of an explosion.’

Of the three male protagonists, Irene saw Otis the most.

Nevertheless, even looking at that much, the most unpredictable opponent was also him.

Ahibalt’s behavior was so standard that the term “underboss of the mafia” did not suit him. If she had not been aware of the numerous crimes he committed under the water, Irene would have naively believed that he was the model of a gentleman.

In the case of Rodion, it was quite similar to Otis in that he had a temperament that was easily rampant in many ways, though the control variable was surprisingly apparent.

Just affection.

No one would have ever imagined that the only way she could control him when his personality was eaten by Elios and no one else could control him, was as simple as hugging and stroking him. Although Irene knew the content of the game, there was nothing easier for her than dealing with Rodion.

Whereas Otis was different.

Thanks to this, he boasted the worst attack difficulty among the three male protagonists.

On the other hand, if you show Ahibalt infinite trust and Rodion infinite affection, the main characters would fall in love quickly.

For Otis, unconditional trust and unconditional love could not be the answer.

So, if you asked him if you could get love from him, he would probably answer with this sentence.

Give him unconditional trust and love, and open your eyes to the fact that it is an illusion that could collapse in an instant.

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