I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 145

The information in the guidebook was simple. It was explained so clearly that even a ten-year-old child could understand it.

According to the guidebook, if the playthroughs continued, my brother would be able to recover his holy power without needing me to retrieve Orias’s.

There was also a mention of the system. While my holy power was responsible for maintaining the entire system, the phrases that seemed to guide my actions or direct the capture routes were actually Theodora’s ability at work.

Even without my knowledge, I had been continuing the game with their help—just as I had since childhood.

However, sadly, the guidebook stated that I would not be able to meet Theodora. Unlike my brother, who had died after his holy power was stolen, Theodora had been physically killed by Zoro. Since she had given all of her remaining holy power to me, none had been left to protect her body.

Now, the only trace of Theodora that remained was the system. As I stared blankly at the system window, I felt a wave of melancholy wash over me.

“You have to keep updating information to meet someone? Who is it that you want to meet so badly?”

Adrian, noticing my gloom, questioned me as if he were pressing for answers.

I hesitated, unsure whether to reveal my brother’s existence, which only Orias knew about. In the end, I gave a short answer.

“My brother.”

“You have a family…?”

Dietrich tilted his head in confusion. Perhaps because he believed I wasn’t originally from this world, his expression showed clear difficulty in making sense of the situation.

It would be best to take my time explaining my existence to them properly. Setting aside the complicated explanations for later, I redirected the conversation.

“Are you all willing to allow this?”

“If we go through this process, is there a chance we’ll gain new memories, like the Pope did?”

Adrian, who had been listening to my explanation calmly, asked. His green eyes, which had held jealousy toward Orias, now burned with an unreadable intensity.

Looking directly into Adrian’s eyes, I answered honestly, “That’s possible. But I can’t guarantee whether those memories will be good ones.”

At my words, Adrian’s tense expression eased slightly. The corners of his lips, which had been tightly pressed together, loosened.

“You’re free to use me however you want.”

“If that’s the case, I’m all for it. Go ahead.”

“I’m fine with it too, Saintess. Please use me however you see fit. Honestly, you don’t even need to ask for my permission.”

“…I have no objections.”

Starting with Adrian, the others gave their approval one after another—everyone except Ardal.

After remaining silent ever since I had teleported alone, Ardal finally spoke slowly.

“As long as you promise not to move on your own again, Lady Haniel.”

It seemed my solo teleportation had worried him greatly. Since I had left without any explanation, the fault was entirely mine.

Without hesitation, I nodded. “Yes, that won’t happen again.”

Only then did Ardal relax his expression.

***

“Orias, forget what you said about handing over the papacy to me.”

I spoke as I tuned the violin Orias had given me. Meanwhile, Orias was swamped with the work he had neglected while chasing after me.

That’s what happens when you follow me around without handling your tasks properly first.

While I leisurely played with the violin, Orias was buried under stacks of documents, looking completely overwhelmed.

I had no desire to be buried under that mountain of work. I had never once wanted to become Pope.

Orias glanced at me, who was idly fiddling with the violin, and asked, “Why?”

“If I become Pope, I won’t be able to move freely and will have to live in the temple. I don’t want that.”

“I won’t force you if you dislike it, but…”

“If I stay in the temple, there will be a lot of pushback from others as well.”

“That’s true.”

His voice trailed off. Orias looked uneasy, as if uncertain whether it was truly okay for him to remain in that position.

As I turned my head away from the violin, my gaze met Orias’s.

Bringing the teacup neatly placed on the table toward me, I spoke.

Orias’s eyes followed the movement of my fingertips.

As I searched for the tea leaves and brewed the tea, Orias furrowed his brows in frustration.

“Haniel, those tea leaves…”

He couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence.

Watching Orias open and close his lips in hesitation, I continued steeping the tea until the liquid turned a pleasing color.

“Here, Orias. Drink this while you work.”

I already knew that this tea had a mild effect.

When I smiled and handed him the cup as if nothing was amiss, Orias pushed aside the documents cluttering the desk and accepted it.

A strange glimmer of anticipation flickered in his eyes as he took the cup.

“…You’re really giving this to me?”

“Yes.”

“You do realize what kind of tea this is?”

Of course, I did.

“You used to try giving it to me every chance you got. I know exactly what it is.”

When I answered nonchalantly, Orias slowly brought the cup to his lips. I watched as the tea slipped past his slightly parted lips. His seductively parted lips then closed, and he took a deep breath.

As I observed the gradual flush spreading across his nape, cheeks, and the corners of his eyes, I tugged at Orias’s white hair and said, “Work hard, then. I need to prepare to return to the Empire, so I’ll be going now.”

“…What?”

Orias opened his lips in a daze. His outstretched hand swiped through empty air. Avoiding his grasp, I stepped back and briskly walked across the office.

“Haniel.”

I heard Orias’s rough breathing as he watched me step out of the office.

“If you were just going to leave like this, why did you make me drink it?”

Orias asked through gritted teeth, frustration evident on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair irritably as I smirked.

“Just because.”

Honestly, I didn’t want to see him looking so dejected. I had grown too accustomed to the arrogant and elegant Pope Orias.

Seeing him anxiously trying to gauge my reaction still felt unfamiliar.

On the day he apologized, I completely forgave Orias.

It was such a thorough forgiveness that he could act as haughtily as he had before regaining his memories, and it wouldn’t bother me. Yet, Orias didn’t seem to realize that I had already forgiven him.

The fact that he hesitated to stop me, even when I teased him like this and tried to leave, was proof of that.

In the past, he would never have let me walk away.

“If you don’t want me to leave, should I stay a little longer?” I asked while half-opening the door.

Orias, who had been running his fingers through his hair repeatedly and sighing heavily, snapped his head up at my question.

“If I go to the Empire, we won’t see each other for a while… Is it really okay for me to leave like this?”

For a brief moment, a strange light flickered in Orias’s eyes. But he quickly suppressed his desire with reason and opened his mouth.

“I… don’t know if I have the right to stop you.”

Orias clutched the desk as he barely managed to speak, as if the words were suffocating him. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he gripped the desk tightly.

Seeing Orias struggle between desire and rationality, I closed the door that had been half-open.

“Orias.”

Since Orias had apologized, it was now my turn to extend a hand.

“Come here.”

Orias stared at my outstretched hand for a long time before finally taking a step toward me after much hesitation.

His once-confident strides were now slow and heavy—at least, whenever he was in front of me. I waited patiently for him to reach me.

Orias approached me, who was leaning against the door, and silently gazed into my face like a dog awaiting a command.

He had always done as he pleased. From the time when we had nothing, to when he became Pope—he had always acted on his own will. And that was precisely what I liked about him.

“As if you’ve ever waited for permission before.”

I pointed out his behavior as I placed my hand on his waist. When I lifted my head to look up at him, Orias slowly lowered his body.

Orias, who was much taller than me, completely loomed over me.

***

The first thing I saw when I woke up was Orias’s eyes watching me. I blinked as I felt his gentle hand stroking my hair.

“…Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I just woke up.”

“You woke up early… Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah.”

I let out a small yawn and sat up. Orias, looking perfectly at ease, followed suit and got up from the bed.

After glancing at Orias’s face, I turned my head away slightly so he wouldn’t see my smile.

Orias no longer had nightmares.

As I basked in satisfaction at his change and gazed at the corner of the room, a system window suddenly appeared.

[SYSTEM] Character [Orias] is now excluded from the capture characters.

[SYSTEM] Information on Character [Orias] is no longer accessible.

I easily understood what the system was implying. It meant that Orias was no longer a capture target.

From now on, even if something happened to him, there would be no more system messages urging me to delete him. If in the future, Orias and I fought over something, whether trivial or serious, I wouldn’t log into the game—I would simply talk to him face to face.

Orias has finally become my equal.

***

[Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game]

Orias Side Story – Complete.

***

The long third playthrough had come to an end, and I was now ready to enter the next one.

I naturally activated my holy power to summon the system window.

‘Execute system.’

<The Saintess Is a Spy! – 4th Playthrough – Now Available>

If I kept playing, I would eventually meet the person I was waiting for.

Holding onto the hope of that long-awaited reunion, I entered the world I had created.

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