"I understand.... no, I don't think so.I understand your words, but I do not understand the situation correctly.However, I can only see that His Highness is slightly different from the Highness I know. "
"That's enough. I'm just as confused as Cyril."
I kept talking to Cyril for hours to fill in each other's discomfort.But the more I talked about it, the more uncomfortable I was with this place.
The only reason I was able to continue talking without giving up was because the Cyril in front of me was the same Cyril I knew so well.
It was the only salvation in the status quo to have someone sharp and trying to understand my changes.
"I mean, in the reality that you know, Rachel Marcel is still alive as your fiancé."
"Of course. No matter how many times you explain it, no matter how many times you load the documents Cyril brought... I still can't believe it."
The document I have now is that Rachel is going to the Chantoruille Monastery, as Cyril mentioned earlier.And along the way, it was written that Rachel was attacked by thieves, along with her maid Sarah and the king.
And...
"... no doubt, Rachel..."
"Yes, as soon as I heard the news, I went to the Marquis Marcel's house and I checked myself.Indeed, Miss Rachel is dead. "
Unexpectedly, the fist gained strength, and the documents in your hand changed shape.
"I never thought I'd protect Rachel... what the hell was I doing!"
My anger toward myself grows.
Cyril's relationship with Rachel was not too warm, it was cold.
Why did Rachel attack Miss Carol?Why did you end your engagement so easily?Why... why...
You can feel the black moya in your head swirling around a lot.
"... Your Highness really cares about Miss Rachel."
As he raised his face to the voice, Cyril glanced at us.While expressing surprise and confusion.
"... oh, I want to kill the thief who attacked Rachel right now.
... but about the same. No, more than that, if you think about how much I've tortured Rachel, I'm filled with deep disgust. "
"Your Highness... but you are not the Highness I know."
"Oh, but I guess I am.
Of course, I don't know what happened to this situation.Still, dreams don't make it easy to get rid of.It's a problem that I shouldn't be distracted from. "
--It's not me.But surely, in a memory I don't know, I was the one who tortured Rachel.
The reality I know is similar to the reality Cyril speaks of.While horizontally checking that Cyril writes the time series to match each other's memories, a deep sigh that can't be known many times after waking up leaks.
However, I have learned something by summarizing it in the table.
Apparently, the flow has changed since then.
--Three years ago, Cyril's story...Rachel didn't lose his magic.
It is highly likely that this difference has significantly changed our relationship.I wonder if there are any clues there.
If it makes sense for me to be here, shouldn't I know the world?
That's where I first came up with it, where I've been going for three years.I went there first and thought about looking at the situation with my own eyes.
Marquis, I'm sorry for the sudden visit.
"No, I'm sorry for the long vacation.... ever since, my wife has been sick and lying down. "
"... I see."
The Marquis de Marcel is where I headed first.
Beautiful gardens, open-air halls, and beautifully appointed reception rooms are all the same.
But there's only one thing that's changed.
The warmth and brightness of this place, which had always been visited, meant that the moon was like a dark night hidden in silence and darkness.
The Marquis in front of her was also separated from the Marquis who laughed brightly before heading to Orta Country, "Your Highness, please, Rachel."
If you look at the big neighborhood under your eyes and the broken cheeks, it's obvious that you're having trouble sleeping.
"I always wonder where I went wrong."
Ah.
"Because I am a single daughter, I have raised her with great care.Being honest and curious for a long time, it doesn't hurt in my eyes.It was such a child to me.But it would be worse for us to have raised her around the world unwittingly. "
The Marquis repeatedly expressed regret and carelessness for Rachel and apologized to me.But my gaze did not hide any hatred or discomfort.
That will be the case. According to Cyril, I didn't give Rachel the kind of attention he wanted.As a result of rumours of love with the Virgin, I went to the convent of Chantoruille.
I couldn't stop nauseating myself when I heard the story.That is why the Marquis's reaction is natural.
The conversation was interrupted many times and there was a long silence.As a result, the conversation was terminated early.But it's still hard to get away from this building.I wanted to stay here a little longer with Rachel's shards scattered all over the place.
When I asked for Rachel's room, the Marquis raised his eyebrows and thought he was mistrustful, but instead of words he swallowed it and guided me to the room.
Standing by the window of Rachel's room, asking for money, he doesn't know where he is or what he's doing right now.
Arrangement of furniture that has not changed at all since my recent visit.The beautiful garden that you can see from the window is where you've been walking together many times.
Strangely nothing has changed.
There is only one thing, there is no Lord in this room.With that alone, the empty feeling of emptiness spreads deep inside your chest.
Rachel's parents are loving and kind people.How painful it must be that Rachel's heart is missing in places filled with memories of Rachel.I wonder how much suffering it is.
I remember the last conversation I had with the Marquis.
"I know it's disrespectful to say this.I can see that talking to His Highness doesn't make any sense now. But.... "
"Don't worry, I want you to say it."
"If it hadn't been for His Highness's fiancée, he might still be alive, laughing and happy.... yes, I think about it many times. "
--That's painful. I can't stop feeling the pain of getting my chest cut off.
"... unless you're my fiancée.I suppose so. "
The laughter of self-mockery leaked.
But what if Rachel hears what I'm saying?"Louis-sama, as I've said many times, this is what I wanted," she said with an uneasy expression.
Remembering Rachel's cute, peeled face, her cheeks relaxed.
But of course, there is no Rachel with a lovely smile in front of me, or Rachel with her eyebrows raised and her big cat eyes raised.
All I could think of was Rachel's imagination and silence.
Rachel is the only one who has so many memories.It's more painful than I thought.
Can we go back? Where Rachel is.
It is a lie to say that there is no such anxiety.If you don't use your head, if you don't move your body, you'll soon be swallowed by fear.
But I can't give up, and I don't have the option to give up from the beginning.
Rachel is the only one who can still go crazy about this reality.They'll be waiting for you.You can't stop walking because you can believe it and not doubt it.
I don't know who did this for what purpose.However, not only is it too pure to call love beautiful, but there is no way to stop this feeling with a dark obsession.
― ― Rachel, make sure you find it and hold it tight.Never let go.
"... now it's time to head to our next destination"
I didn't stop or look back as I walked out of Rachel's room with my hair pulled behind me.