15. Who am I?
France’s question. I have decided on one answer.
“I will always be on your side.”
I can’t be with Frances forever. I’m not the real Jean Warenberg. So I’ll just tell you something more conclusive than lies.
“… Okay. I thought you would say that.”
Frances gave a faint smile and looked up at the night sky. The starlight twinkled. The moonlight reflected in her emerald eyes.
As she looked at her pupils like that, something unknown she had felt before was condensed in her chest. It felt like her tangled ball of thread was tied tighter.
[The player’s immersion increases.]
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[Synchronization deepens.]
‘… What?’
[Person – Jean Warenberg.]
[Some of the character’s personality is inherited.]
Chrill! Suddenly, a headache like pressing down on my temples came. I frowned and grabbed my head.
Seeing my very crumpled face, Frances said.
“Why? Where are you sick?”
“… No. Because grass bugs stuck to her face.”
“Grass bugs… ? After all, it’s a night when the sun has set.”
After a brief interest in me, she looked up at the sky again.
“… ….”
But what does it mean when the player’s level of immersion increases and synchronization deepens? A voice echoed in her head. He inherited some of Jean Barenberg’s personality.
‘As expected, the awkward feelings I felt were due to the mixing of the personality still remaining in Jin’s body.’
Yes. I can’t say that these are all my feelings. Because I understood her to the point where I questioned if I was the right person for her.
At first, I just tried to use France. By the time she intentionally buys her curiosity and gains complete trust, she releases the slave restraints and runs away.
That was the original purpose.
But the purpose is gradually changing. I can’t leave her alone like this now.
If I, who was the only one who took her side, disappeared, Frances would collapse as it is.
So that she can at least live on her own. Until she finds someone who will be by her own side even if I’m not there. Let’s stay together until then.
Said Frances.
“I don’t know what to do now.”
“What are you talking about?”
She looked up at her night sky and met her eyes with mine.
“I told you that the only way out was the Persian duchy. But didn’t that exit disappear? Then I have to go back to the Duke of Descartes, but I don’t know how to live now.”
How to live in the Duke of Descartes?
“To be honest, I am desperate. A life without value is also life, I wanted to survive somehow. I guess God didn’t allow even such a small wish.”
France seemed resigned. That’s because I couldn’t feel anything in her smile.
“My last means of living is gone. Now what? Jin. Say it. Can I live in the future?”
France’s gaze at me shakes. What should I say here? Whoa, I took a deep breath.
“The master is misunderstanding one thing.”
“… Mistaken? What illusion?”
“You think you are alone in this world.”
“What are you talking about again?”
“As long as I exist, Master is never alone.”
I walked slowly towards her.
“If you feel pain, you will feel it with me, and if you feel joy, you will feel it with me. Unlike before, Master is not alone.”
I sat next to her, perched on the railing of the terrace.
“Do you want to live? So how do you want to live in the future? Say anything I will make it happen.”
To make France’s wishes come true. First of all, this is the first
“… You haven’t forgotten that you are a slave, have you?”
“I have never forgotten.”
How could I forget that. It wasn’t once or twice that I felt bad because I was a slave.
“Okay, let’s listen. What can you do for me?”
“Anything you want.”
“Can you kill all of Descartes who bothered me?”
“If that is what you want.”
France laughed.
“That’s funny. Can you even kill the Emperor of the Empire?”
“Of course.”
“Isn’t that just what you say?”
She frowned. Are you offended by the increasingly violent conversation? But it doesn’t stop there.
“I am the best swordsman in the Warenberg Kingdom and have reached the level of a sword master. Nothing is impossible.”
Ha! She finally couldn’t contain it and let out her laugh.
“You’re so reckless. Yes, I know your heart well. But forget what I said earlier. I don’t want to be executed like you.”
France stroked my cheek.
“I’m so glad I brought you.”
Her hand went up and stroked my hair.
“I am not alone.”
Dude. Pop. Small water droplets run down your cheeks and fall downwards. Tear. These were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of joy.
Her This is the first time for her to experience this. Crying not because you are sad or sad, but because you are happy.
She is not one to be abandoned by anyone. She is not someone who deserves to be persecuted by anyone. She is just a victim of the story. How sad her life is to be hated just for being born.
Thinking of her like that made it clear what I had to do. She puts Frances in a position no one can ignore.
‘To do that, I’ll need directing.’
I will destroy the Descartes family with my own hands. And make it rise again with France’s hand. Then no one will ever ignore Frances again.
‘That’s why you shouldn’t cause too big an incident from the beginning.’
There is also a way to create suspicion of the assassination of the imperial family, but if that happens, the entire Descartes family will collapse. Then the meaning of this thing disappears.
So, starting with a trivial incident, it gnaws at the Cartesian family. At the same time, France’s power increases. Anything is good. It’s good to make money by running a business, and it’s good to develop special skills.
In that way, I will make Frances the head of Descartes.
It is not an impossible story. Because Duke Descartes is a thorough meritocrat. If Francee shows that she is competent, she will be pointed out as the next head of household.
‘If the Cartesian brothers get in the way of this, I’ll have to kill them too.’
I don’t mind getting blood on my hands. Because I knew for sure that there would be no movement even if I killed a person anyway.
That time when I was in trouble. Frances asked with a worried face.
“Your expression is not good. Did you get sick somewhere?”
“No. I just had something to think about.”
“To think of something else in front of the master is impure.”
It’s all for you and me.
“Let’s go in soon. The night air is cold.”
“Yes.”
We re-entered the party hall. I moved to the place where the escort knights gathered, and Francee went around and talked to the nobles.
I overheard the conversation she was having, focusing all her senses on her hearing. If there is anyone who insults France, she secretly kills them.
‘… Wait, what am I thinking?’
Just as I said before, I killed the Descartes brothers as needed, and this time I tried to kill a noble who openly insulted Frances. What is it? Normally, I would never have done this…….
‘I’m not like me.’
…… Is it because the fairy tale with Jean Barenberg has gotten worse? Doing this way, that way. The mind goes back and forth.
‘I have to be careful.’
I had promised not to become the final boss who would destroy everyone before, but what I am thinking right now is clearly what a final boss would do.
Maybe it’s because she met her, her emotions moved, and her mind changed. If Francece wants something, I want to make it come true no matter what. I want to save her who has lived her miserable life.
Maybe it’s just sympathy. But I don’t want to dismiss this feeling as such a cheap feeling.
‘I’m not sure if it’s true or if it’s my decision.’
Right now, I just believe in the feelings I felt.
It was then.
―The Little Sun of the Empire, His Highness the Crown Prince, enters!
A madman like a dog… No, the prince entered. Crazy bastard. Seeing that blonde hair like a ramen sari made me angry again. Wouldn’t it be a slave because of that chew.
‘Bastard.’
And next to him is a woman with silver hair and red eyes…….
‘Somire-kun.’
Somire, the protagonist and player character of the romance fantasy Somire. A familiar face and a familiar person to me more than anyone else.
‘And divine magic users.’
Magic is rare in this world. Because of this, wizards receive special treatment, and in some cases are treated higher than nobles.
That was the reason why Somire could be with the crown prince despite being a commoner.
Because she used divine attribute magic well, which is rare in the world. She told me everything from her nickname to being a saint.
‘Let’s see how Frances is doing.’
Seeing that she’s chatting with noble ladies, it seems like she’s not doing anything special. Yeah she’s doing great I have to somehow pass this party safely so that I can escape even a little from the fate of the villain whose death has been decided.
At that time. Somire, who briefly separated from the prince, approached Frances.
‘Why is that b*tch going to Frances?’
I don’t know if it was Frances going to visit, but there was no case where Somire went to visit Frances directly. Her expression was crumpled. We have to pass this party safely, but if France and Somire get involved…….
‘It won’t go smoothly.’
I don’t know why, but France really hated Somire. I don’t know why, I’ve never played the game.
‘Somire, who has everything despite being a commoner, must be jealous.’
Well, now that I know about her past, it’s understandable.
I got up from my seat. For now, we need to stop Somire and France from getting involved. Wouldn’t it all be nothing if the future that had been changed so far goes back to its original state?
With a keen sense, I could hear France and Somire talking.
―Meet Princess Descartes.
―… What happened to the saintess of the empire?
―I want to get close to Princess Descartes.
Somire with a straight smile. France’s brow furrowed for an instant.
― Even the saintess wouldn’t be very happy if she became close with me.
―To want to get close with someone. Wouldn’t this be my freedom? I just want to establish a relationship with Princess Descartes.
Frances opened her eyes shallowly. She stares at Somire sharply. Hang in there. Because i’m going
At that time. Somi Re pushed her head in and whispered something to Frances. Frances, whose eyes widened in an instant.
‘What is it?’
It whispered so softly that I couldn’t hear it. No matter how much the sword master’s senses were, he couldn’t hear the whispers of people far away.
‘Please, don’t let anything big happen.’
But contrary to my wishes, Frances couldn’t stand it.
Damn it! An intense sound reverberates through the party and Somire’s face turns to the side. Soumire looked at Frances, clutching her left cheek.
‘Oh my God.’
Nothing goes your way.
