I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 107

Watching a face where emotions are laid bare, with no room to manage expressions, is amusing.

How could it be so entertaining to see someone flustered and fidgeting at the lightest words I utter? I was discovering new preferences in this game that I had never known about before.

I thought I disliked people who cried, but I found that I liked them more than I expected. I thought clinging was pathetic, but I began to see sincerity as an act of courage instead.

Yes, I was trapped here for longer than expected, but it was a valuable experience.

If I could play freely without worrying about dying in the game, I wouldn’t mind enjoying another playthrough.

I smiled as I looked at the tips of Lucius’s ears, tinged red.

To think that the detestable person I once wanted to smack on the back of the head now looked cute.

As I pressed my cheek to my knee and giggled, Lucius, noticing that I was teasing him, glared at me with his flushed face. Then, reaching out, he lightly flicked my forehead with his finger.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

Despite his sharp gaze, his touch was gentle. The flick was so soft that I couldn’t even pretend to be hurt, making me grin even more. Finally, I managed to suppress my laughter and spoke seriously.

“I’m not joking. I truly enjoyed myself.”

When I raised my head and spoke calmly, Lucius stared at me with a troubled expression.

“Tell me what you want. Whether it’s building a temple, money, anything—it doesn’t matter. What will it take for you to stay in the palace?”

Lucius asked urgently. Unfortunately, I had no interest in such things.

I wasn’t a saint devoted to serving a real god, so temple construction didn’t interest me. And money? What good would it do me? The currency used in the game couldn’t even raise a capture target’s affection. Even if it could, I had already completed all the captures, so it was unnecessary.

Seeing that I showed no interest, Lucius’s expression contorted further.

“Saintess.”

It wasn’t hard to detect the anxiety laced in his voice. Even someone oblivious would realize from the urgency in his tone that he was desperate to keep me here.

Finding his desperation endearing, I hesitated for a moment, rubbing my fingers together.

What I truly care about is you all.

But if I say that, he’ll just take it as another teasing remark.

Instead of saying I wanted him, I followed the plan I had discussed with Orias, luring him into bringing me the document himself.

“I don’t know. I really don’t want anything. If my feelings don’t change, I suppose I’ll return to the Holy Kingdom.”

“…So tell me how I can change your mind—”

Lucius’s words cut off. He stared into the air, lost in thought, before looking back at me and speaking again.

“…Will you help me after the funeral?”

“If there’s something I can do, of course. What is it?”

“A simple document translation.”

“Wouldn’t Adrian be better suited for that?”

“It’s a script used in the Holy Kingdom. It would be helpful if you assisted.”

“Then why not ask His Holiness…?”

“No, I want you to do it.”

I deliberately suggested someone else, but Lucius persistently insisted, so I nodded.

“Alright, if you need me, call me.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like it’s difficult.”

Lucius apologized in a low voice. Though I understood the deeper meaning behind his words, I pretended not to and answered casually.

However, I found it hard to keep my composure when I saw the system window that followed.

<(12) Ending: ‘Distorted Possessiveness’ progress has been updated!>

<(12) Ending: ‘Distorted Possessiveness’ entry probability: 20%>

I knew it!

This is definitely the setup for a confinement ending. Orias, how are you going to take responsibility for this?

I screamed internally.

The Saintess is a Spy! only allowed endings after entering a route. Before I got trapped in this game, there were 13 known endings.

Of course, I had avoided spoilers, so I didn’t know what those endings entailed.

But this game’s twelfth ending, ‘Distorted Possessiveness’, was one I knew even without spoilers.

It was the same confinement ending I had seen in my last playthrough with Orias!

The only difference was the person involved, but it looked like I would see the same ending again. At least the entry probability was only 20%…

“I’m sorry, Saintess.”

“I-it’s fine.”

Lucius apologized once more. He must have felt guilty for contemplating imprisoning me.

This time, I stuttered slightly. Lucius glanced at me, but perhaps due to his guilt, he didn’t pay much attention to my nervous tone.

Suppressing a sigh, I glared at the unwelcome system window.

An apology is fine, but I’d really prefer if he didn’t think about imprisoning me.

***

After a busy day, I arrived at my new quarters. Instead of staying in Lucius’s palace, I was now in the guest rooms prepared for visitors from the Holy Kingdom.

“Tomorrow will be another busy day. Rest well.”

“Yes, you and Ardal should rest well too. See you tomorrow, Orias.”

“Please get some rest.”

After returning with them, I exchanged goodbyes and entered my room. Ardal and Orias also walked toward their respective rooms beside mine. Confirming that they were watching me from their doorways, I closed my door.

Finally, I was completely alone.

Entering the room, I sluggishly burrowed into the bed.

Ever since figures from both the Holy Kingdom and the Empire gathered, I had been enjoying my nights alone. Since they were too busy keeping each other in check, no one came to visit me at night, making it much more comfortable for me.

However, it was hard to fall into a deep sleep. Maybe because I could no longer hear the breathing sounds that had always been present, I kept waking up and tossing around.

Tonight was no different.

As I was dozing in and out of sleep, I woke up to the sound of something colliding.

What was that sound in the middle of the night…?

Rubbing my eyes and sitting up, I was startled to see a figure standing right in front of my bed. Then, I was startled once again by the large hand covering that person’s mouth.

It seemed like the noise had come from that person bumping into the bed while having their mouth covered.

An assassin? Again? But who was restraining the assassin? I couldn’t see clearly.

As I squinted to make out the owner of the hand, a gentle voice spoke.

“Don’t wake up, just go back to sleep.”

“Orias…?”

“That’s nothing to worry about. We’ll take care of it.”

“Mm, okay. Ah, but that person is probably sent by the Second Prince…”

It was Orias’s voice, though I had no idea when he entered my room. With my vision blocked, he gently pushed me back onto the bed.

Since he said ‘we,’ that must mean Ardal is the one restraining the assassin.

“Have there been many assassins while you were staying at the palace?”

“Not continuously…”

“You seem drowsy. I won’t ask anymore, so just sleep.”

As I mumbled while yawning, Orias spoke with a chuckle in his voice. If I hadn’t opened my eyes, I wouldn’t have even realized an assassin had entered my room, given how calm he was.

I nodded and relaxed my body.

It had been quiet ever since Lucius imprisoned the Second Prince, but I guess not after all.

It seemed that while I was asleep, Ardal and Orias had been dealing with the assassins. If the assassin hadn’t bumped into my bed, I might not have even known about this incident.

Yawning once more, I stretched my limbs comfortably.

Why am I feeling even sleepier when an assassin is in my room compared to when I’m alone?

Just as I was about to drift off again, Orias’s hand, which had been covering my eyes, twitched slightly. His fingers trembled above my eyes before slowly moving downward.

His fingers stopped once they touched my cheek. There was a faint tingling sensation where they rested, but my eyelids were too heavy for me to pay it any mind.

His thumb pressed against my cheek and rubbed in slow circles. In my drowsy state, a hazy thought crossed my mind.

That’s where… the seal Lucius engraved is…

My thoughts came in fragments, but the exhaustion was too overwhelming to resist.

***

“An assassin came last night? Were you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m not hurt. But isn’t the Second Prince imprisoned right now? How did he manage to send an assassin?”

When I told Lucius about the attack last night, he turned to face me and asked. His eyes narrowed as he examined my body closely.

“He is completely isolated from the outside. The only person allowed to speak with him is the Third Prince.”

“Then, did the Third Prince send the assassin? No, he doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would.”

“Exactly. That’s why he was permitted to visit.”

“Hmm…”

The Third Prince, whom I had played music with for the Emperor’s comfort, had such a gentle nature that he wouldn’t even hurt an ant. No matter what the Second Prince said to provoke him, he wouldn’t be someone to send assassins after me.

I absentmindedly rubbed my cheek as I thought.

Adrian’s documents mentioned that the secret document from the Holy Kingdom, which had been in the Second Prince’s possession, was now in the hands of the Third Prince. Could this be related to that?

I had assumed he had no interest in the throne, but after the Emperor’s death, he might have had a change of heart.

If he possessed the Holy Kingdom’s secret document, then the possibility was there.

“But if the document’s contents are real…”

Lucius, lost in thought, furrowed his brow as he continued. Since there was no way he hadn’t seen Adrian’s report, he must have recalled that the Third Prince had the document from the Holy Kingdom.

The circumstances aligned too perfectly.

A secret document transferred from the Second Prince to the Third Prince, assassins coming for me despite the Second Prince being imprisoned, and the rumors spread by Orias—everything pointed toward suspicion falling on the Third Prince.

Orias’s rumors had played a key role in altering Lucius’s perception of the Third Prince. If the document truly contained a method to manipulate people’s minds, then it was reasonable to suspect that the Second Prince had influenced the Third Prince.

The rumor itself was a lie, but the situation made it seem believable.

Lucius muttered with a serious expression.

Tilting my head, I asked him, “You mean the document? The one you asked me to translate yesterday?”

“Ah, I’ll explain that later. For now, we need to investigate the Third Prince.”

When I blinked and questioned him, Lucius diverted the conversation without hesitation.

Even though he had asked me to translate it after the funeral, he suddenly had no intention of discussing it with me now.

Does he think the Second Prince has already deciphered it? No way—he isn’t planning to keep the document from me, is he?

If I don’t see the document, the likelihood of entering ‘Distorted Possessiveness’ will only increase…

I had a bad feeling about this.