Chapter 35: I woke up
… I hear voices from sowhere.
Soone is quarreling with another, it seems.
“… Oswald Ricks! Are you not listening to what I say!?”
“… I’m telling you that the deal won’t co through if you turn her into damaged goods beforehand.”
… Whoa, they are saying sothing dangerous.
Rather, who is “her”? ? That’s , isn’t it? Just look at the situation.
… I have not opened my eyes yet though.
… Still, one of those people talking did say “Oswald”, did he not?
It appears that Oswald is talking with soone I do not know.
… Just what is it about?
I don’t have any mories after Oswald made drink the drug.
I have been most likely sleeping until now.
It seems that I was laying down on a flat place, but it’s hard on top of being extrely cold, like a stone or concrete.
… Because I was sleeping on the floor, my body is hurting a lot.
I will press charges later, alright?
… Rather, I’d like to grasp the situation, so I should be opening my eyes soon though.
“I want to clear up my twenty-year-old resentnt though…!”
…? twenty-year-old resentnt?
That’s quite a long resentnt you have there.
This person that is talking with Oswald apparently has extrely obstinate character.
“… That’s why I am telling you to endure for a little longer.”
Oswald’s voice was extrely cold unlike his cheery voice at the school.
A coldness exceeded even Rishell. Far from absolute zero.
“… Are you all right not being able to take revenge just because of violating this girl?”
“… Ku! You better rember this, you brat!”
The person Oswald was talking left thanks to his sound argunt… no, I don’t know what kind of sound argunt was that, but he left the room while roughly breathing out.
Bang! the door closed.
“… Haah, the head of the Arsale House is a troubleso one.”
So said Oswald, but I have no knowledge of soone with such family na.
Otousama and Okaasama seem to associate with many nobles, but it’s not like I uncover everyone…
While thinking such, going in circles, Oswald approached.
Not good, not good! I don’t what he will do to if he realizes that I am not asleep anymore!
I closed my eyes hard, and pretended to breathe calmly.
… But, it was useless.
“… Olga, you are awake, aren’t you?”
… To think he would utter such manga-ish line in a real life.
Moreover, it wasn’t passionate, but hard-boiled.
… I opened my eyes while thinking about sothing incomprehensible.
When I opened my eyes, Oswald stood before wearing the sa clothes, making the sa expression, wearing the sa shoes.
Even though everything’s supposed to be the sa, I felt that he was different in so way.
“… When did you notice?”
“Since that pig snapped because he couldn’t violate you.”
No, you noticed from the mont I woke up? What is this fellow?
Is he perhaps an assassin too?
… Was my breathing the problem?
That would be gross if he noticed from that though.
While thinking sothing extrely rude, I looked into Oswald’s eyes.
“… What do you want from ?”
This is what I don’t understand the most.
I did not know Oswald at all until I got to know him through Lance.
I don’t rember the nas of all my classmates, so people from the other classes… eh, let’s leave that aside.
The problem is that I had unconditionally believed Oswald.
Although sweet words would absolutely never work on .
It’s probably because I have seen him as Lance’s friend.
… I trusted him too much.
Even though I would have never gone if I knew this would happen…
Well, I can’t see the future, so it cannot be helped.
I’m not like a certain futuristic robot after all.
… I have not seen my future since coming to this world… I hope it won’t end here though.
Leaving the beloved robot aside, I seem to be valuable to Oswald for so reason.
He might be trying to get my family involved too.
“… I detest your little brother.”
“… Why?”
Celsior is not a child that would make others want to kidnap people.
We have been a family (although a fake one) for a long ti, so I know that much.
… It would be different if he was wearing a mask like Rishell, but Celsior’s thoughts easily project on his face.
“… What? Has he taken your woman? Even though he told that he never went on a date before.”
“That’s not it!? … Seems like you are composed enough to joke around.”
Wrong. This is only to regain my usual, calm way of speaking.
The truth is, I’m scared. I don’t know when I am going to die or how will I die.
Taking a philosophic view that dying anyti is all right might be good, but that’s not possible for .
Aren’t I here because I cut ties with my family and friends to survive?
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