'First of all, Charlotte will be here in just a few minutes.'
Although we were on the worst terms, Han Song-i was someone who was loved by everyone. Like Charlotte in the game, she was the main character anytime, anywhere.
Since Han Song-i is the official protagonist of this world, everyone will soon forget about me. Just like in my past life. And just like in the game.
So, the only time I can hurt these transcendent beings is now.
“Master, please put the gun down.”
Odette heard Karl's desperate voice, but she didn't look at Karl.
[ 00:03:47 ]
[ 00:03:46 ]
Because she had very little time left.
In this short time, she had to convince them of her suicide. They were so horrible to her that she would rather die by her own hand.
'How can I act so that it seems believable?'
Odette carefully chose her first line, calculating endlessly in her head.
“I mean, it was really hard.”
But the moment she said those words, she realized that she didn't need to act at all right now. It was enough to just say the words she had been holding back.
Her trembling voice was already filled with the hatred she had suppressed toward them.
“It’s really strange to be hated. When you get used to being beaten, the more you get used to it, the more calluses form, and it hurts less. But when it comes to being hated, the more you get used to it, the more it hurts.”
“Odette. Please, please put down that gun and talk to me.”
“And do you know when it becomes bearable? It’s when you realize how terrible you are. Oh, it’s because I’m so incompetent that I’m being treated like this. Who would like me? Even I would hate myself. Once you realize that, no matter how much other people hate you, it becomes bearable.”
“Albrecht. Take your finger off the trigger.”
“Because I hate myself the most, it tickles me when other people hate me.”
Odette didn't mean to cry, but as she continued to speak, warm tears flowed down her cheeks.
“The entire empire, you, my family hated me... but no one hated me as much as I did. I hated myself the most.”
If it were normal, she would have held back her tears even if it meant forcing herself to do something.
There was no hesitation. Odette just put strength into her finger and pulled the trigger.
Taang-.
Although we were on the worst terms, Han Song-i was someone who was loved by everyone. Like Charlotte in the game, she was the main character anytime, anywhere.
Since Han Song-i is the official protagonist of this world, everyone will soon forget about me. Just like in my past life. And just like in the game.
So, the only time I can hurt these transcendent beings is now.
“Master, please put the gun down.”
Odette heard Karl's desperate voice, but she didn't look at Karl.
[ 00:03:47 ]
[ 00:03:46 ]
Because she had very little time left.
In this short time, she had to convince them of her suicide. They were so horrible to her that she would rather die by her own hand.
'How can I act so that it seems believable?'
Odette carefully chose her first line, calculating endlessly in her head.
“I mean, it was really hard.”
But the moment she said those words, she realized that she didn't need to act at all right now. It was enough to just say the words she had been holding back.
Her trembling voice was already filled with the hatred she had suppressed toward them.
“It’s really strange to be hated. When you get used to being beaten, the more you get used to it, the more calluses form, and it hurts less. But when it comes to being hated, the more you get used to it, the more it hurts.”
“Odette. Please, please put down that gun and talk to me.”
“And do you know when it becomes bearable? It’s when you realize how terrible you are. Oh, it’s because I’m so incompetent that I’m being treated like this. Who would like me? Even I would hate myself. Once you realize that, no matter how much other people hate you, it becomes bearable.”
“Albrecht. Take your finger off the trigger.”
“Because I hate myself the most, it tickles me when other people hate me.”
Odette didn't mean to cry, but as she continued to speak, warm tears flowed down her cheeks.
“The entire empire, you, my family hated me... but no one hated me as much as I did. I hated myself the most.”
If it were normal, she would have held back her tears even if it meant forcing herself to do something.
What did I do right to be crying? Do I have time to cry in peace? I would push myself like that.
But now there was no need to do that.
Because at this moment, her goal was to look like she was on the edge, to look pitiful.
That's why Odette continued talking, willingly letting the tears flow.
“...Honey, put the gun down.”
“The people who hated me so much now suddenly like me. They act so shamelessly like they never hated me. Do you know what I think?”
"Please..."
“Ah, this is a new kind of bullying. To get me excited, to make me feel inflated, to really ruin me.”
“...”
“If it was true love, it would have happened sooner than this. You wouldn’t have let me hate you to that extent. And then you wouldn’t have confessed your love to me as if nothing had happened.”
“...”
“So, this is clearly bullying. These people hate me so much and they hate me so much that they’re trying to bully me with words like love.”
The voice that had been full of moisture gradually became hoarse as she continued speaking.
“You guys are like that too, right? That’s why you ignored all my words of disapproval and came all the way here to see me.”
No one responded to the dry reprimand. Only a heavier silence than before flowed.
That was when.
“Odette.”
Sion called me with a soft voice.
Odette turned her gaze to him, flinching. She could already guess why he was calling her in that voice.
‘Even though I say this, nothing has changed...’
As expected, a golden light filled Sion's eyes as if trying to brainwash her again.
But before the golden light could even rise halfway, it passed away, fading away into thin air.
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
Sion's expression hardened as he realized that his powers were not working.
Even while he was warning me to put down her gun, he still had some leeway left... It seems he was still believing in brainwashing as a last resort.
Only then did his face begin to crack and crack, filling him with impatience.
Odette looked at the sight and smiled humorlessly.
“Look at this, Your Excellency. That can’t be love.”
"...Why is this-”
“How lucky I am not to have been fooled by your lies.”
Sion frowned at Odette's laughter. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute what she said, but in the end, he kept his mouth shut.
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
He tried the same thing over and over again. But the result was the same. As he failed repeatedly, a clear desperation appeared on his face.
She felt relieved when she saw Sion slowly crumbling. He, who had always been able to manipulate her however he wanted, was trying so hard with such an earnest face. He couldn't do anything about Odette, who always looked down on him.
'Yes. It should collapse to that extent. Even if it is soon forgotten, I must become a deep wound to you at this moment.'
“Odette, I was wrong. I was wrong all along, so please put the gun down.”
Odette smiled and shook my head at John's appeal.
“It was my fault. I should have made this choice a long time ago...”
She held the gun, put her other hand behind her back, opened the curtains, rolled down the balcony window, and took a couple of steps back.
On a balcony jutting out towards the cliff.
“Odette!”
As she stood on the balcony, the rain-soaked her whole body. Her hair blew in the strong sea breeze.
When Odette looked down, she saw a steep cliff below her feet. The seawater swirling with steep currents was dizzying.
Odette chuckled as she recalled what had happened to Marco at the palace.
'So you've been practicing for this moment?'
She sat down lightly on the railing, facing them, just as she had done with Marco, and turned her head.
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
Towards Sion, who is still toiling in vain.
“Your Excellency, I told you. You can leave without an oath.”
Sion, who had been repeating his efforts in vain with a blank expression, gasped heavily at her words. Then he stammered out his words.
“Albrecht. Don’t do this. No. This isn’t right... I won’t do that to you again.”
Sion's face began to distort strangely, along with the pleading voice.
“I, I was all wrong. I only wronged you.”
He was a man who didn't seem like he would bleed even if you stabbed him, but surprisingly, a tear fell from his eye.
Odette wants to laugh at him and say he's so ugly... But maybe it's because he's the male protagonist recognized by the worldview. Even his frustrated face had a hint of nobility left in it.
'Wasn't it supposed to be that you never cried after losing your mother?'
It was surprising because it was something she had never seen before even in a game, but that was it.
Odette turned her head without thinking.
“Colonel Koenig. Why are you making such a face? You should be happier. Isn’t this the best scene you’ve ever wanted to see?”
“...Honey, please come here.”
“I asked you not to call me honey, but you still do as you please, Colonel.”
It was a word said with a light tone and a smile, but Victor let out a groan full of pain.
“That’s not it.”
His face turned pale. He muttered an excuse as if he was squeezing it. But his intentions were not my part-time job either.
The whole time Odette was sitting on the railing, John was screaming, "Fuck, fuck!", trying to break free from chains he couldn't see or touch.
“Odette. I have something to tell you. It’s something I should have told you a long time ago. Please, just listen to me-”
He pleaded with an urgent voice, but Odette wasn't even curious about the story.
[ 00:02:46 ]
[ 00:02:45 ]
She turned her gaze away from the despair in John's eyes and looked at Karl one last time.
His face, still youthful, was a mixture of shock, betrayal, and fear.
“My Lord... You promised not to abandon me.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise.”
As she said that, she broke the imprint that was entangled in his blood. Karl's eyes returned to the red they were on the day they first met, not the same color as her blood.
“Master...?”
He also seemed to have noticed that the imprint had been released, and spoke in an even more urgent voice.
“Damn it, damn it! Do you really think I’d let my master go like this? I would never let you do that!”
Karl struggled to break free from the invisible chains, causing blood to flow from his ankles.
'Is it because he looks possessed by evil? It overlaps with his face from my past life.'
The way he chased me, was filled with hatred.
Odette doesn't want to say goodbye to him like this either. But...
'Don't worry. Soon, the hate will increase to 40, and then 61 times, and you'll be glad that I'm dead.'
That desperation will turn into relentless murder with Charlotte's arrival.
Only by saying goodbye like this could she avoid dying at Karl's hands.
It was also the only way to avoid being swayed by those damn Transcendents and Charlotte.
'At least in this life, my death won't be a laughing stock or a mockery.'
Odette smiled at them with relief.
What should the final greeting be?
At that moment, the voice of Victor that she had heard at the end of her past life suddenly came to mind.
“Goodbye, honey.”
The last greeting she heard in her past life.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to match that greeting and response, even though they might not remember.
“Goodbye. Take care.”
But now there was no need to do that.
Because at this moment, her goal was to look like she was on the edge, to look pitiful.
That's why Odette continued talking, willingly letting the tears flow.
“...Honey, put the gun down.”
“The people who hated me so much now suddenly like me. They act so shamelessly like they never hated me. Do you know what I think?”
"Please..."
“Ah, this is a new kind of bullying. To get me excited, to make me feel inflated, to really ruin me.”
“...”
“If it was true love, it would have happened sooner than this. You wouldn’t have let me hate you to that extent. And then you wouldn’t have confessed your love to me as if nothing had happened.”
“...”
“So, this is clearly bullying. These people hate me so much and they hate me so much that they’re trying to bully me with words like love.”
The voice that had been full of moisture gradually became hoarse as she continued speaking.
“You guys are like that too, right? That’s why you ignored all my words of disapproval and came all the way here to see me.”
No one responded to the dry reprimand. Only a heavier silence than before flowed.
That was when.
“Odette.”
Sion called me with a soft voice.
Odette turned her gaze to him, flinching. She could already guess why he was calling her in that voice.
‘Even though I say this, nothing has changed...’
As expected, a golden light filled Sion's eyes as if trying to brainwash her again.
But before the golden light could even rise halfway, it passed away, fading away into thin air.
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
Sion's expression hardened as he realized that his powers were not working.
Even while he was warning me to put down her gun, he still had some leeway left... It seems he was still believing in brainwashing as a last resort.
Only then did his face begin to crack and crack, filling him with impatience.
Odette looked at the sight and smiled humorlessly.
“Look at this, Your Excellency. That can’t be love.”
"...Why is this-”
“How lucky I am not to have been fooled by your lies.”
Sion frowned at Odette's laughter. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute what she said, but in the end, he kept his mouth shut.
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
He tried the same thing over and over again. But the result was the same. As he failed repeatedly, a clear desperation appeared on his face.
She felt relieved when she saw Sion slowly crumbling. He, who had always been able to manipulate her however he wanted, was trying so hard with such an earnest face. He couldn't do anything about Odette, who always looked down on him.
'Yes. It should collapse to that extent. Even if it is soon forgotten, I must become a deep wound to you at this moment.'
“Odette, I was wrong. I was wrong all along, so please put the gun down.”
Odette smiled and shook my head at John's appeal.
“It was my fault. I should have made this choice a long time ago...”
She held the gun, put her other hand behind her back, opened the curtains, rolled down the balcony window, and took a couple of steps back.
On a balcony jutting out towards the cliff.
“Odette!”
As she stood on the balcony, the rain-soaked her whole body. Her hair blew in the strong sea breeze.
When Odette looked down, she saw a steep cliff below her feet. The seawater swirling with steep currents was dizzying.
Odette chuckled as she recalled what had happened to Marco at the palace.
'So you've been practicing for this moment?'
She sat down lightly on the railing, facing them, just as she had done with Marco, and turned her head.
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
[Sion's 'use of power' is successfully blocked by 'chains of time'.]
Towards Sion, who is still toiling in vain.
“Your Excellency, I told you. You can leave without an oath.”
Sion, who had been repeating his efforts in vain with a blank expression, gasped heavily at her words. Then he stammered out his words.
“Albrecht. Don’t do this. No. This isn’t right... I won’t do that to you again.”
Sion's face began to distort strangely, along with the pleading voice.
“I, I was all wrong. I only wronged you.”
He was a man who didn't seem like he would bleed even if you stabbed him, but surprisingly, a tear fell from his eye.
Odette wants to laugh at him and say he's so ugly... But maybe it's because he's the male protagonist recognized by the worldview. Even his frustrated face had a hint of nobility left in it.
'Wasn't it supposed to be that you never cried after losing your mother?'
It was surprising because it was something she had never seen before even in a game, but that was it.
Odette turned her head without thinking.
“Colonel Koenig. Why are you making such a face? You should be happier. Isn’t this the best scene you’ve ever wanted to see?”
“...Honey, please come here.”
“I asked you not to call me honey, but you still do as you please, Colonel.”
It was a word said with a light tone and a smile, but Victor let out a groan full of pain.
“That’s not it.”
His face turned pale. He muttered an excuse as if he was squeezing it. But his intentions were not my part-time job either.
The whole time Odette was sitting on the railing, John was screaming, "Fuck, fuck!", trying to break free from chains he couldn't see or touch.
“Odette. I have something to tell you. It’s something I should have told you a long time ago. Please, just listen to me-”
He pleaded with an urgent voice, but Odette wasn't even curious about the story.
[ 00:02:46 ]
[ 00:02:45 ]
She turned her gaze away from the despair in John's eyes and looked at Karl one last time.
His face, still youthful, was a mixture of shock, betrayal, and fear.
“My Lord... You promised not to abandon me.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise.”
As she said that, she broke the imprint that was entangled in his blood. Karl's eyes returned to the red they were on the day they first met, not the same color as her blood.
“Master...?”
He also seemed to have noticed that the imprint had been released, and spoke in an even more urgent voice.
“Damn it, damn it! Do you really think I’d let my master go like this? I would never let you do that!”
Karl struggled to break free from the invisible chains, causing blood to flow from his ankles.
'Is it because he looks possessed by evil? It overlaps with his face from my past life.'
The way he chased me, was filled with hatred.
Odette doesn't want to say goodbye to him like this either. But...
'Don't worry. Soon, the hate will increase to 40, and then 61 times, and you'll be glad that I'm dead.'
That desperation will turn into relentless murder with Charlotte's arrival.
Only by saying goodbye like this could she avoid dying at Karl's hands.
It was also the only way to avoid being swayed by those damn Transcendents and Charlotte.
'At least in this life, my death won't be a laughing stock or a mockery.'
Odette smiled at them with relief.
What should the final greeting be?
At that moment, the voice of Victor that she had heard at the end of her past life suddenly came to mind.
“Goodbye, honey.”
The last greeting she heard in her past life.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to match that greeting and response, even though they might not remember.
“Goodbye. Take care.”
There was no hesitation. Odette just put strength into her finger and pulled the trigger.
Taang-.
The sound echoed off the cliff.
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