My tour of Yuria’s mansion finally ca to an end when the evening ca and the sun started to set.
Well, technically, it was the ti when the artificial lighting began to dim.
“...”
Although when one looked up toward the sky one could see sothing that seed to resemble a sun, a closer look would reveal that it was rely an artificially created sculpture that moved according to so kind of chanism.
Basically, it implied that the facility itself was hidden deep underground.
‘Such a paranoid setup.’
“I believe that should give you a good understanding of the mansion, Mr. Servant.”
Young Yuria said so with confidence as she cleared her throat to add to the flair.
Seeing how proud she looked as she introduced to the entire place, I couldn’t help but smile like a proud dad and applauded her in spite of myself.
And that seed to inflate the punk’s pride even more as she puffed out her chest, exhaling a ‘Hmph’ proudly with her nose.
When I patted her head, though, she quickly straightened her face.
“...What is the aning of this? Are you treating like a child?”
“...”
I wanted to ask that myself.
Seriously, why was I doing this to her? She was still technically my employer.
I’ve noticed this for a while now, but it seed like I had a tendency to dote on children a bit too much.
Especially when they gave off the vibe of a younger sibling.
“...”
It reminded of the good old days.
The thought made let out a bitter smile inwardly.
Shaking off such musings, I bead at Yuria, pulling the back of my hand from her head.
“I apologize. Did I upset you?”
However, as soon as I uttered those words, Yuria grabbed my hand.
When I looked at her with a puzzled expression, she mumbled for a while before finally managing to speak.
“...I did not ask for you to stop.”
“...”
It seed like it didn’t matter whether she was my superior or not. In the end, she was still just a kid.
I continued to stroke her hair until it beca all tousled. A content expression appeared on her face, reminding of a purring cat.
‘...This is beyond just being generous to her employee. She’s just lax to them.’
At this point, I couldn’t even tell who the employer was.
Like, it was her who ca to wake up after I overslept. It was also her who had a busier day than , doing everything while teaching how to do my duties.
While I was thinking as such, I started to notice the stares from others around us.
“...”
They seed to be really, truly displeased with how close I was to her…
As if they found my interest in this ‘thing’ discomforting.
“...It is about ti you go to bed. My Lady.”
Unable to hold back my surging irritation, I blurted as such.
I just wanted to separate her from these other bastards.
But when she heard my words, her expression quickly darkened.
“...?”
What’s this?
Did I say sothing wrong?
“A-Alrea…dy?”
Her stutters made cock my head in response.
“You have shown the entire structure of the mansion and it is getting quite late, isn’t it?”
“...T-There m-might still be places in the m-mansion we h-hav… haven’t…”
As I watched her struggling to continue her words, I realized sothing.
I didn’t say sothing wrong.
She was just afraid of being separated by .
“...”
I didn’t know why she felt that way, but there was a simple solution for this.
“...Then, how about we do sothing special? I’ll tuck you in for tonight, My Lady.”
“...!”
Seeing as her expression instantly brightened, it seed I had made the right choice.
“...and so, the Princess lived happily ever after with the Prince.”
I was familiar with the act, but this was actually the first ti I’ve ever told a bedti story.
It was a classic story.
A princess, persecuted by the world, was eventually saved by a prince on a white horse.
Afterwards, it continued to a pleasant happy ending that was found in a lot of other fairy tales.
“...”
However, despite it being a cliché, Yuria’s eyes sparkled with an unmatched brilliance after she heard it..
“What a beautiful story…”
“...You think so?”
“Yes. Especially the part where the Prince marries 12 Princesses all at once was particularly morable.”
“...”
Right. There was sothing like that in the story.
Seriously, whoever thought that it would be a good idea to add such bullshit to a children’s fairy tale must be out of their goddamn minds.
“The way the Prince seduced the won easily felt a bit iffy to . There’s also the way he effortlessly overca all the obstacles. Oh yeah, he also played around with all those won he seduced like a libertine. Despite that, it was still a beautiful story…”
“...”
Strange.
For so reason, my heart felt heavy.
As I pondered the reason why the phenonon occurred, Yuria spoke up again, albeit hesitantly.
“Excuse , Mr. Servant.”
“Yes, My Lady.”
“Do you think a prince like that will co for as well?”
“...”
Hearing those words, I was instantly rendered speechless.
Uh…
I’d rather not convey such a harsh reality to her, but in her near future, she’d be ridden by a storm of blood and tragedy that was caused by her making contact with Severer.
Such a ‘stage’ was likely orchestrated by the Pope to awaken her role as the ‘Talisman’.
“...”
And from my perspective, who roughly knew such contents…
I couldn’t bring myself to utter even empty promises about princes and such.
Because just the thought of doing that was already enough to make feel like a massive asshole.
!!! Warning !!!
[ Rebellious intent detected from the target. ]
[ This knowledge is not supposed to be known by the ‘exclusively contracted servant’. ]
[ Do not disclose this! ]
[ Do not break character! ]
“...”
I looked at the red warning window that appeared before with a bitter smile.
It seed like I couldn’t even speak of it in the first place.
After all, I was under a restriction to not break ‘character’.
And, most of all…
Honestly, I wouldn’t feel all that sorry if the people here all just dropped dead.
This place was a gathering of the dregs of humanity anyway. Scums who didn’t even deserve to exist. At least I thought so.
Although Yuria might feel guilty later about cutting them apart, I would rather she didn’t know about any of this. That was how fucked up these people were.
As I was thinking this, Yuria opened her mouth with a dull voice.
“Right now, the only person by my side is Unni, you see.”
“...Excuse ?”
“...This is the first ti soone has indulged like you have, Mr. Servant.”
I looked at Yuria with a dumbfounded expression as she clamped her mouth shut.
‘...She definitely said…’
‘Only’.
Which ant she knew that she was isolated in this mansion.
“...My Lady, what do you—”
“...I already know that I’m all alone here.”
Yuria spoke in a calm voice.
“According to doctrine, life is sacred. The most sacred union that humans can create. And according to such a doctrine… I am just a lowly creature…created ‘out of necessity’...without even a mother or father.”
Right now…
What she was trying to say was that she was sothing that deserved contempt from those around her.
That she was aware of this matter, painfully so.
This young child was reciting those cruel words so plainly.
“...As such, I should not complain and I should not be sad. I cannot be a burden to those who treat even sothing like kindly with a smile.”
“...”
“I must fulfill…my role…the duty given to .”
Seeing her forced smile made lose my words.
“His Holiness and Unni will be visiting soon. When that ti cos… I’ll be able to repay the kindness I’ve received.”
She described her life, trapped in a bird cage, as a result of so kind of kindness. That was enough for to notice.
But it was far clearer from the nuance that she exuded with every word.
She already knew.
That there was not a single person in the mansion who genuinely cared for her or wished her well.
The purpose for which she was created was never in her best interests.
And that in a few days, the Pope would bring Lucia, and it would most definitely not be anything beneficial to her.
“...”
When thinking about it, the reason she was so gentle with throughout the mansion tour…
The reason why the person who was supposedly the owner of the mansion showed such an attitude to a re exclusively contracted servant…
Was because she herself understood her ‘circumstances’, so she was just being as kind as possible.
But then, that raised a question.
‘...Why?’
Why would she go to such lengths?
Why did she accept such facts so calmly?
“...”
Given the personality I had seen from her so far…
There was only one reason that ca to mind…
It was simply because…
She had no other choice.
From the very beginning, she was never given an environnt where she could choose a different path.
‘...That’s just…’
‘Horrible…way too horrible…’
She was still a little kid.
At this age, she should be sulking in her parents’ arms as they gave her an overflowing amount of love. What she should do was to learn about the world, to fall down and get back up, to grow and develop without a worry.
But to be trapped in such a cage for a specific purpose, isolated, and ultimately needing to sacrifice herself for those who didn’t even give her a speck of love…
For such a precocious child, who accepted all those atrocities and even acted as kindly as possible of her own will, to et such an end…
That was…
Far too terrible of an ending…
“...Still.”
While I was lost in such thoughts, Yuria continued with the sa flat voice.
“...I am truly lucky to have t…a good person like you…Mr. Servant.”
“...”
“You seem a bit different from others, Mr. Servant.”
As I listened quietly to her words…
It suddenly made realize sothing.
“...”
I summoned a window before .
< Event Info >
▶Sweet Play◀
[ Persuade target ‘Yuria/White Devil’. ]
[ Your assigned ‘role’ is ‘Lady Yuria’s exclusively contracted servant’. Do not break character! ]
[ A ti limit of 3 days is given. If you break character or fail to escape the Image World within that ti, you will be trapped in the world in question forever! ]
[ Prevent the tragedy that will befall target ‘Yuria’! ]
I focused particularly on the last line, reading through it once more.
Now it began to click for .
The reason why the White Devil had shoved in here.
And what she exactly did expect from .
‘...You want to prevent a tragedy, huh?’
As I confird once already with Riru and the Blue Devil’s relationship…
The relationship between a ‘Devil’ and a ‘Vessel’ was much, much closer than I thought.
There were exceptions like Seras and the Purple Devil, but they were the only ones like that, so I could put them aside.
Anyway, in regards to the White Devil…
She wanted Yuria to see a ‘happy scene’ from her most nightmarish past.
That was why…
“...My Lady.”
What I had to do here was clear.
I smiled back at Yuria, who was trying so desperately to smile.
“Do not worry too much.”
Upon hearing my words, Yuria gave a weak smile.
“...Mr. Servant, you really are a good person.”
She probably thought that my encouragent was futile.
After all, she already knew that a great misfortune would befall her in the next few days.
Since the orchestrator of that event was none other than the Pope, a figure that was no different from a natural disaster, she knew it could not possibly be stopped.
However…
I was not just making empty promises.
“I will save you.”
“...?”
Yuria’s eyes widened.
She seed unsure of what exactly I was trying to say,
“You see, while you might feel iffy to see the Prince seducing all the won around him, while you might find it strange that he overcos all those obstacles effortlessly… While he will be the crazy bastard who plays around with all those won he seduced like so sort of libertine…”
“...E-Excuse …?”
I continued speaking to the dumbfounded Yuria.
Honestly, I’m not sure about being a prince on a white horse. Because I didn’t really have any confidence in playing that kind of role.
However…
“Such a bastard will definitely co for you.”
If it was a superman on a white horse, I should be able to manage it.
By superman I ant soone who was able to completely overturn a decided course of a /genesisforsaken
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