─ Oh, what a life of regret it was.
I didn't know you'd hurt numerous people and drive irrelevant people to death.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Words of apology over and over again do not change anything in reality. Only the word despair.
Rachel stained the bright red in front of her, and all she could see was trembling at her immovable lord and maid.
I wave my neck desperately, trying to move my hips out somehow.
The big guys in front of me have a nasty, nasty grin, as if to mock the way it is.
The sword stained with blood in its hand was now just about to be waved down by Rachel.
─ ─ Puzzle. ─ ─
So Rachel's consciousness disappeared, and 18 short years of life closed the curtain
It should have been.
♢
When Rachel opened her eyes, it was the usual Marquis' own bed there.
A soft futon on a bright white sheet and morning light plunges in from a curtain hanging on a large window.
─ ─ Why?
Was I saved ?
No, I should have died then.
On the way to the monastery, the bandits who appeared in front of us through the woods attacked us.
Sarah, a maid of honor, who didn't abandon me until the end and arrived when she dropped me off at the monastery in tears, "the lady said without me.
And a magnificent man who always had a warm grin.
Involving them, I did die.
I can still vividly recall the feeling of the sword piercing my chest in that bloody smell.
I stabbed him in the heart, so that couldn't have saved his life.
Then, was that a dream?
No, that can't be a dream.
So, why am I alive ?
I hear tons and light knocks at Rachel circling the thought.
"Yes," he replies with a conditional reflex, and the door opens.
You're lying. Rachel stops by holding her mouth by holding down her voice, which she almost screams by accident.
But I can't stop shaking my hands. I'm sure his face will be dyed blue and white.
Because it was Sarah, the maid who was supposed to have been murdered with Rachel, who showed up.