Kekkon Shoya no Deathloop~Nosuji Reijou wa Nando Shindemo Megemasen~

"What are you doing! Riselle!!"

With the anger, the Duke walks this way.

I found a slight gap in Mr. Riselle's hand, distracted by you, and I accidentally bit him in the left hand.

"Knock."

Surprised by the pain, Mr. Risel pulls himself back. The moment the pressure to hold my body disappears, I turn around and try to escape.

—— but it can't be that easy. Now he was forcefully grabbed by the throat and hit hard against the wall.

When Mr. Risel pounds his tongue, he swings his cut down at me.

A silver blade is approaching with a trajectory. Preparing for a new death, I closed my eyes all the time.

But no pain will ever come.

If I felt uncomfortable (ma) for a few seconds and opened my eyes, the Duke was grasping the blade of the dagger and the tip was stopped at the soot without wearing my throat.

Red blood drips from the Duke's palm and stains my dress.

"Riselle...... don't"

In a low, bottom-cold voice, the Duke says.

The blade tip is pushed back, shuddering as I shudder, gradually walking away from me.

Mr. Risel does not answer. When he struck his tongue again and waved the Duke's hand off his dagger, he took a few steps back.

"... eh"

"Duke!

Face the pain and hold down the right hand where the Duke was grabbing the blade.

Running over and peeking into his palm, he saw a vivid wound engraved with a drop of blood.

"Danger!"

Trying to reach for a painful wound, he is thrust hard.

Why, and when I looked up, Mr. Risel pushed the Duke over and saw him swing a dagger through where I was.

My body thrust between the chair and the table, beating me to the floor as I rattled and made noise.

And when I lifted up my torso, holding on to the head that I had punched, I looked at Riselle, who was still trying to reach this way.

His expression is now full of grief, and his gaze still pierces me sharply. My spine got colder because I also felt that one was decided in him to be ready.

He jumped up in a hurry and tried to escape, but he grabbed my collar and my body pulled back. My neck is tight and my throat leaks like a "ghoul" squeeze.

"Riselle!"

A Duke's voice similar to a scream.

As overlapping it, Mr. Risel groaned pompously.

"-- I'm sorry"

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A familiar sound shook my eardrum.

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"Grr..."

I heard a low, creaking voice over my head. At the same time, there was a teasing sound of metal falling off.

Suddenly my body was free and I buttocked my hands and feet twitching.

Ouch. But it doesn't hurt.

Make sure you don't have a hole in your body, and then I look back.

There, Mr. Risel stood —— a single sword pierced his body.

At your feet, a dream-eating dagger is falling.

"Ah..."

When the sword drifts, it is pulled out. Then, as he lost his support, Mr. Risel fell to the front.

That's what the Duke looks down from behind. After breathing roughly and repeatedly, the Duke dropped a red-wet sword from his left hand and collapsed himself.

"It's... someone! Somebody help me!

Shouting out loud, I kick the dagger Mr. Risel dropped and move it to the corner of the room. Then he rushed over to the Duke and woke up with a body that broke loosely.

Palm bleeding is no big deal. But the edges of the wound are unnaturally discoloured and black, and there is still sweat all over the body. My arms were shaking in small pieces as I shrugged.

Yes. That dagger must have been poisoned with poison that even made my brother kneel.

I just cut my hand off, and this won't happen. I guess the Duke is also eroding his body with poison, just like his brother.

Are you okay? I don't know how to speak to you, not in such a swallowing state.

Turning his gaze to the floor, the long sword dropped by the Duke entered his eyes. Tell him the tip of the blade, there is red blood dripping.

—— The sword I told you to keep. It was still raised on the Duke's hips.

When the Duke and I headed to the master bedroom, we also assumed somewhat that this would be the situation. That's why I forced him to have a sword.

I didn't know what to think. I told the Duke, with my own hand--

"Problem… no"

Saying so to me, the Duke exhaled to endure the pain and rose.

In a foothold that does not appear to be very problematic, he steps over to Mr. Risel, who falls to sleep.

The side of it captured Mr. Risel straight, his blue eyes were steep and furious with rage.

"What do you mean, Riselle?"

……

"You —— you know who you were pointing the blade at!

Mr. Risel did not answer immediately and slowly looked up at the Duke as he held the wound. Beneath his body, there was red blood.

"... Crusade, you should rest. The blade of the dagger should contain poison.... move around faster"

For the first time since the Duke appeared, Mr. Risel uttered words. The voice is faint and hard to hear, the tone is somewhere sad.

"Poison etc......! You forgot the pride of a knight!

"I've never been so proud..."

"Nah..."

To the words of a friend who believed, the Duke was stunned.

And he also collapsed while fluttering his body wide. I was just trying to support him from behind, and he dragged me down to the floor with him.

"Lord Risel, we're coming in!

Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the half-open door. It was Brother Tris.

My brother takes a step and opens his eyes to the tragedy in the room. And when I met him on the way, he rushed over to me in desperate shape.

"Rae, are you all right!

"Ah... yes"

Maybe he was hurt somewhere, but he couldn't afford to be in his own tiny pain.

"I can hear you screaming, so come on, this is..."

"Not if we're talking about that now! This, the Duke, is a poison and a big deal! Plus, Mr. Riselle's hurt and in big trouble!

I don't mean to be kidding you, but I feel so moved that words come out like fools. Still, when his brother nodded with a serious face, he put his hand on Mr. Risel's body while saying "excuse me".

There is no groaning or screaming sound leaking out of Mr. Risel.

"--Not good."

I saw the wound and my brother groaned. The sloppy duke reacted perfectly to the words.

The Duke tried to say something, but in the meantime, someone who heard the noise continued to slip into the room, and his words are purposefully dismissed.

"Sir!

Several servants rushed over screaming, surrounding the Duke and me.

"Somebody, tell the Deacon ASAP!

"It would be better to see a doctor than that."

"We need to contact the soldiers."

Such an exchange flies over our heads.

"What the hell happened," no one said. That would be the case, too. What happened is obvious when you look at the rough indoors and the wounded falling Mr. Risel, and the sword with the blood on it.

Still, without unnaturally attempting to speak of the topic, and with a little fear in his face, the servants supported the Duke with a few, leaving promptly outside the room.

I, left behind, still turn my attention to Mr. Riselle, who is about to be brought out.

It's red blood now. Mr. Risel, spreading the circle, is seriously ill even in the eyes of an amateur. Yet he is waving away his brother's hand, waving his head, trying to lift himself forcefully.

"About me, fine... More than that..."

"No, no, no, no. Anyway, if you don't make allowance, you're gonna die without joking."

"We have to hurry..."

The voice of Mr. Risel, who breathes constantly, and his confused brother.

Fearfully close and blinking his ear, Mr. Risel turned only his neck to this one.

The intent to kill is already falling out of his eyes, and he stares at me like he just wants salvation.

"Please..."

"Huh?"

"Serenia..."

That's all I said, Mr. Risel dripped like a thread had been cut.

I look around. There was already an indoor mess of servants bluishing their faces, and outside the door there was an invitee peeking inside.

My head suddenly became clearer when I was about to stop at too much expansion, and instead the tingling sensation crawled up from my feet.

Mr. Risel failed. And that fact has already been exposed to a lot of eyes.

"Brother!

Hit your brother's arm in front of you.

On that clap, Mr. Risel, who was being forced to hold him, fell to the floor. My brother stares at me.

"Hey! Careful --"

"Come with me! I have to go to Serenia's room!

That's all I'm saying, I don't wait for a reply to pop out of the room. That unpopular hallway was overflowing with people trying to ask how the disturbance was at some point.

I move my feet desperately toward the central building with the people looking round my eyes and staring at this one.

... Though I dared not think in depth earlier.

Serenia lost her life in the loop, and I pursued Mr. Risel aloud. After that, I wonder if Mr. Riselle went to see how Serenia was, thinking he'd been enlightened about one thing with me by his enemies. And really, Serenia was being killed at the price of failure.

If so, Serenia is in danger again this time.