The Maid In The Reverse Harem Game Wants To Quit

Why was the mind in the irreversible category?

It’d be nice if the heart that had ended could be captured as it was.

Knowing that he had someone he loved, but yet she was shaken, even though she knew that there was no way he would ever love her…

‘It seems I have a talent for self-torture.’

Irene became a little miserable and very despondent. However, like when hiding about the spy, she couldn’t run away unconditionally now.

‘…Because the water’s spilled anyway.’

The outpost to meet Edith had already broken the story of the game in many ways.

First of all, she already knows the secret of the 「 A Blood Stained Portrait 」 episode. Not only but the main villains, Veronica and Henrietta, had to leave for a foreign land before they had time to exert their influence on Lavrenti, so would it be necessary to explain further?

The plan proceeded smoothly without Irene’s moment of hesitation… to be precise, it would be more correct to say that she had no time to do anything.

Actually, she didn’t have much to do.

It was because Ahibalt had everything done while she was resting.

“So…”

Ahibalt stared at his maid, who stood with impeccable politeness.

“How did I convince Otis? It’s complicated to talk about it.”

“Can I ask for a simple favor? I’m just worried.”

For a maid to ask her master’s affairs was an obvious overstep. Irene, too, was very careful whether she knew she was presumptuous. Nonetheless, the reason she asked this question was that she couldn’t contain her anxiety until she knew the truth.

It wasn’t too surprising. In the first place, Irene was always the one who kept a keen eye on the affairs of the young masters she served.

It wasn’t always a pleasant thing, though.

“There’s nothing difficult about it.”

He readily agreed.

For her to be curious like this, it was far less pleasant than how she was before. Besides, this wasn’t too difficult for him.

Tak.

Ahibalt, who put the cigar cutter in his hand down on the table, opened his mouth slowly.

“The day Rodion collapsed. I left you resting and went to the stable, and Otis was there.”

“The Second Master…?”

“I heard he was going to Lichpen.”

Placing the tip of his chin loosely in his hand, he was saying that a day as long as that day was really rare.

“As you know, the current hostess of Lavrenti is Otis’ real mother. That’s why he tried to get medicine for Rodion. Originally, he was going to ask Charlotte Eunice, who was detained in the basement, to go with him, but by the time he got there, she had already passed out.”

“When I went to see her, she was already in bad condition.”

Irene lightly affirmed.

As she saw her, Charlotte was worse off in her mind than in her body. She seemed unable to bear the moment she had lost everything in an instant, as much as her desire was strong and as much as her ideal felt realistic.

“This is usually the case when civilians are involved in such things.”

Ahibalt took her words before lowering his gaze halfway down languidly. In his gaze toward the sky, the events of that night were being drawn.

“What am I doing? I’m trying to get to Lichpen. Now that you’ve got your answer, go away.”

“It’s still an attitude that you haven’t learned anything at all. Why are you going to Lichpen?”

“Irene became like that because Rodion wouldn’t wake up. Then, I can get the medicine. This works out well because she wanted to give me a present.”

“You must be out of your mind. Do you think they will give it to you if you go alone to Lichepn and ask for it?”

“If my mother doesn’t want to kill her son without spending his life, she’ll give it to me.”

In short, he was going to threaten her with his life.

“I was trying to get Charlotte Eunice to trade her with something, but when I got there, she had passed out a long time ago. So, there’s nothing left.”

I’ll even put a gun to my temple.

After Otis finished his words, he immediately stepped into the scene as if he had no intention of further conversation.

“Make sure to get out of the way.”

However, it didn’t go as he intended. It was because Ahibalt twisted and grabbed Otis by the collar as he tried to climb onto the saddle and threw him to the ground.

“Kuek…!”

Otis groaned and rolled riotously across the stable floor, but Ahibalt didn’t care.

“Don’t pretend to be hurt. There’s no business in rolling this much.”

As his boots pressed down on Otis’ chest pain and immobilized him, the eyes that gazed down at his half-brother were cold.

“Otis. After having a rough time with you today, I can feel that I have been negligent in taking care of my brother. Otherwise, there’s no way a guy under my command would act like a colt that had been stung by bees.”

“Not a stellar admonition… Just move your feet away—heuk!”

Otis frowned, unable to finish his sentence. It was because the moment he tried to get up, Ahibalt put the weight of his foot on his chest again.

“Kuek, cough! Euuh…”

It wasn’t that long, so it was just a cough, but the important thing was that this was a warning. A face without the slightest hint of a smile stared down at him bleakly.

“If you roll your tongue presumptuously again, next time, you’ll have to ride the horse with a broken rib.”

“This is crazy… Are we no longer brothers anymore?”

“I’m doing this much because we’re brothers. You were the first to vent your anger.”

Besides, you had no intention of fighting properly.

Adding his words, Ahibalt stepped away from him.

Otis was an executive at Knox, for one reason or another, and was in a position to run the field as well as Rodion. That meant that he was just as strong in physical skills as well as shooting skills. While it wasn’t comparable to Ahibalt, it was not at the level where he couldn’t resist and just got beaten up.

Still, the reason he had no resistance was simple.

It was because what Otis did from the beginning was nothing more than taking his anger out rather than a rebellion.

‘…Even after knowing that, I’m not a proper human being who fell for that provocation.’

However, if he were to measure it, his half-brother, who was coughing at his feet, was also formidable. Ahibalt’s cynical gaze looking down at Otis, who stumbled to his feet, was no different from a blade. Also, the voice that flowed from that neat face…

“Otis. If you’re doing this in defiance, stop. If you go further than this, I won’t be able to go easy on you.”

“…Does this seem like I’m being defiant?”

“Then, what is it?”

“I’m not trying to go astray. If she leaves me, then I’ll really… I’ll really be out of control…”

Saying that, he looked at Ahibalt with eyes mixed with resentment and sadness. The dust-covered face, with blood that hadn’t completely faded yet, lost its usual composure and was distorted.

Tears welled up in Otis’ eyes.

“What am I supposed to do? What should I do to…”

The sobbing continued along with his speech, though his mouth soon closed, perhaps realizing that the other person wasn’t who he should be leaning onto… No, maybe it was because he suddenly felt that the person he was facing was slightly different from before.

An unnaturally interrupted cry… At the end of the gap, Otis quickly raised his head.

Otis’s gaze stained with all sorts of emotions, and Ahibalt’s inorganic gaze without any agitation…

A man who was completely broken and a man who was neat without a wrinkle…

…The two made a stark contrast just by facing each other.

It was Ahibalt who closed the gap that had been suppressed by that fact. He smiled at his half-brother as if he hadn’t been so merciful just a moment ago.

“You seem to have calmed down now.”

Otis didn’t respond, conceivably, because he didn’t want to take out his anger anymore.

As Ahibalt recalled for a moment about his younger brother at that time, he returned to his gentlemanly attitude before answering.

‘She didn’t need to know all these details.’

“I just stopped Otis from going to Lichpen. We talked a little bit about it and solved it. That’s all.”

To be precise, Otis listened, trying not to speak again.

“Irene asked for a favor. She said she needed your help.”

“…She needs my help?”