The Maid In The Reverse Harem Game Wants To Quit

The face of the other person was distorted at the name that Irene blurted out without knowing. Even so, his angry face changed violently in an instant.

“I’m glad you seem to have the senses to recognize that, seeing that you’re in your right mind.”

Ahibalt was somehow furious though ironically, the first emotion Irene felt when she saw him was relief. As the sun rose, her heart, which had been pounding like evening primrose, also subsided. When the anxiety subsided, a thought of Louise flashed.

“Young, Young Master… Miss Louise—”

“Louise was kidnapped?”

Words that were about to fall from Irene’s mouth stopped.

Of course, Ahibalt already knew about Louise. It was just because she was taken aback to see him, and she forgot about it. The fact was engulfed in her mind, which had been clouded by pain.

“Ah…”

‘…He knew it.’

What a stupid thing to do again…

Irene took a few steps back without realizing it. No, she was trying to back away.

“Why were you there!”

…She could have done that if it had not been for both arms being held in Ahibald’s hands.

“You just had to step back like usual, why didn’t you do it?”

His grip did not hurt… No, she would not have had time to feel if it was hurt or not. It was because Irene was already seriously injured. At first glance, Ahibalt became irate as he held her, who looked like she did not suffer any injury.

“Is she really that important? Do you think it would make a difference if you stepped in? Is that what it’s all about?”

Irene wanted to say it was not like that—that her body went on its own. She did not really want to get involved either… She just wanted to go home.

However, strangely, words did not come out of her mouth. Perhaps, it was because her body had cooled enough that the rainwater running down her cheeks no longer felt cold. Or, maybe it was because Ahibalt’s expression looked strangely infuriated and desolated.

The assumption kept haunting her in her dazed mind.

…What if she did not know the future?

…What if she had not procrastinated because she did not want to see the kidnap scene?

…What if she had asked Louise to go buy an umbrella together?

If she had brought an umbrella…

‘After all, it’s something I had pushed.’

Irene knew why she could not turn away when Louise fell. It was the guilt that struck her on the back. Guilt that her chosen actions made the situation this way.

Still, the result was nothing but helplessness.

“Don’t delude yourself that there’s something you can do, and don’t step up.”

Ahibalt’s cold, piercing voice was particularly bitter.

He seemed to be whispering that you were just an extra… and that the more she intervened, the more she interfered.

…In this story, there was no need for her in this world.

Had it been someone else’s words, the result would have been a little different. However, it just so happened that he was the one Irene had been in love with for a long time. It was the words of the person who made her feel relief just by looking at his face…

Eventually, Irene returned to Ahibalt’s carriage.

She was ill and cried for several days. Unable to stand the loneliness and sorrow she felt, she just cried like an old dam bursting out. Everyone thought she was crying because she was unbearably sick from the illness and injury.

Lavrenti’s employees were not so special that they worried about each other, and above all, it was because of Louise’s kidnapping that all the nerves were focused there. Thankfully, no one visited her while Irene was lying ill.

She was alone until the moment she struggled with her loneliness.

By the time she got up from the injury, an ending was already approaching. Since it was embarrassing to stay in bed for a long time, she went out to the greenhouse to get some flowers.

“I love you, Ahibalt.”

As she opened the door, she could hear Louise’s voice. Instinctively, Irene could feel it.

‘…It’s the ending.’

She had overlooked the fact that Ahibalt’s Love ending was set in the greenhouse. In addition, it was also because there was no way to clearly know what was going on outside because she had only been on the hospital bed.

A glimmering sense of despair came over sooner than she thought.

A familiar ending melody.

〈 Ending 3. Season of Roses 〉

And, the ending window floating heterogeneously.

…Despite that, the miracle of returning to reality did not happen. Irene opened her eyes again in her familiar, shabby bed and thought as she looked down at her hand, which had been shortened by an inch of her finger.

‘Now, really…’

It was time to erase her emotions.

ﾟ· : * ✧ * :· ﾟ

As she thought so, Irene went through the rest of her lives like that.

‘I wonder if it didn’t work out well?’

As her breathing stopped and his lips parted away, Irene lifted her moist eyelids and gazed across from her eyes. He looked so angry that she could not believe he was the one who had just kissed her.

…The same expression as the day it rained.

He had slightly narrowed his eyebrows and looked annoyed and sharp.

‘At that time, I didn’t know because there were a lot of things happening…’

It seemed like he was holding back something.

Irene knew that she would be able to figure out that ‘something’ if she reached out her hand a little. However, she did not.

First of all, she had no intention of going any closer to Ahibalt. Even now, the scars of that time still remain pungent inside her. She had no desire to dig into his innermost thoughts while reviving her memories of that time.

And, second…

“Ung…”

At that moment, in good timing, there was a movement from the bed. Rodion was starting to come to his senses little by little.

Seeing that, she escaped from Ahibalt’s shadow and ran to Rodion. Even though he was frowning because of the pain, as expected, she could see his eyes moving under his eyelids. Irene hurriedly wiped away the traces of her tears, and she opened her mouth in a muffled voice.

“Youngest Master.”

There was a glimpse of joy in her voice.

“Ummm…”

“Are you all right?”

Irene hurriedly took Rodion’s hand since he needed her hand whenever he got up. Then, she could feel the fumbling strength in her loosely gripped hand.

However, his hands seemed a little warm.

Just as Irene was about to express her doubts about that fact, Rodion completely opened his eyes. With a face flushed red like a child suffering from a fever, he frowned slightly at the light as he struggled to open his eyes.

And soon enough, he saw who was guarding his bed and smiled.

“Rea…”

His face, which had a fever from the illness, looked completely sick though it also looked innocent. The young man, whose youthfulness had not yet completely disappeared, continued to speak slowly, as if in a confused dream.

“Somehow, I thought Rea would be next to me.”

“Because I wake you up every morning.”

“Is that so? Rea also appeared in my dream.”

Rea.

Rodion, who called her sweetly like melted cotton candy, leaned his cheek against her clasped hands. He looked so stable that all her worries were overshadowed.

But…

‘His cheeks are hot to the touch.’

And, even at a glance, his body was full of heat. In the beginning, the doctor who first examined him had also diagnosed that Rodion was in a state of agitation. Nevertheless, with such calmness, something was definitely strange…

The moment Irene opened her mouth in puzzlement.

“Rodion. Are you out of your mind?”

Ahibalt opened his mouth.

The next moment, the air in the room changed in an instant. The smile from Rodion, who had been smiling sweetly while holding Irene’s hand just a moment ago, disappeared from his face. He flicked his clasped hand toward Irene.

Alas, her body collapsed into a bed.

Rodion, who raised his body and hugged her tightly as if to bind her, spat swear words at Ahibalt like a growling beast.

“What? Get the hell out.”

The pitch of his voice was different.

And, Irene knew Rodion well when he said this.

‘…It’s when Elios completely engulfed his reason.’

At that time, Rodion acted as though he had lost all his memories. It was as if he was left alone in this world. Irene could also feel his heart beating fast—thump, thump—from the side of his chest that was against her.

Even though he looked stable, his pulse was excessively fast.

‘Without a doubt…’

Rodion was on the verge of going berserk.