I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 155

This is driving me crazy, seriously! Is he a beast? How can he be this strong…!

I never thought I’d come to resent Dion’s strength, which I had always found satisfying.

“…Dion!”

I couldn’t even stop the bleeding from the hand cut by the sword—I had to stop him first. As soon as the wedding performance ended, Dion and I woke up in this place.

There was only one object where we awoke.

Dion’s sword. We both reached for it at the same time. Fortunately, I was more adapted to the system, so I moved faster.

I succeeded in snatching the sword from Dion. But there was no way I could win against him in a physical struggle.

Dion overpowered me with ease and retrieved his sword.

He did pause for a moment when my hand was cut by the blade, but he didn’t let go of the sword and immediately tried to strike his own lower body with it.

If I couldn’t persuade Dion like this, should I use the ‘Ardal Summoning Ticket’ to stop him? But if I used the system, he’d probably become wary, thinking I was using some strange power. What should I do?

Maybe it was because I hadn’t completely filled his affection—Dion showed no intention of listening to anything I said. I was beginning to worry that I might end up having to capture a Dion who had actually become a eunuch in this round.

That would be a loss for both of us! How does it make sense to cut off something that good without even using it properly?

“Please, I said stop…!”

My strength was completely drained. At this point, there was nothing left but to summon Ardal…

Just as I was clinging to Dion’s arm in frustration, I saw a welcome sight.

“Dietrich!”

With the sound of a window shattering, Dietrich appeared, looking stunned as he saw us. I, swinging like paper as I clung to Dion’s arm, called out to Dietrich for help.

It was a lifeline dropped down to me just as I was debating whether to risk suspicion and use the ‘Ardal Summoning Ticket.’ Today, Dietrich’s face looked more welcome than ever.

Though slimmer than Dion, Dietrich wasn’t weak. Not on par with a knight, of course, but certainly better than I was.

“Dietrich, don’t just stand there—help me stop Dion!”

When I urged him, Dietrich rushed over and grabbed Dion’s arm.

“Dion!”

“Hold him tight, Dietrich.”

“Can you explain what’s going on…?”

“I’ll explain after we calm Dion down—just hold him!”

I turned the room upside down looking for something to tie Dion up with. I remembered how the head of the family had tied me up during our first time and opened the drawer.

When I pulled out the rope I found inside, Dietrich’s face twisted slightly. He seemed to realize at a glance that it wasn’t an ordinary rope but one used during sex to tie up a partner without causing injury.

“Saintess, I don’t think this is the right kind of rope to use on Dion…”

Dietrich hesitated for a long time, clearly reluctant to tie Dion up with the rope I handed him, and in the end, refused to take it.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just calm him down as he is?”

“Then I’ll do it. Is that okay?”

“Well… yes, that’s fine…”

He nodded reluctantly, clearly displeased.

With no other option, I took the rope and spoke to Dietrich, “Turn Dion’s arms behind his back. If we tie him up in front, I feel like he’ll just rip something off…”

“Rip what off?”

“That’s something you don’t need to hear, Dietrich. Just turn his arms behind.”

Dietrich, who had pinned Dion to the floor and was holding him down with his knee against his back, raised one brow in curiosity. Even so, he seemed to agree that Dion needed to be restrained, and followed my instructions, bringing Dion’s arms behind his back.

Dion, having lost his senses, focused entirely on the fallen sword, to the point that he didn’t even recognize Dietrich. His obsession was frightening.

As I tightly bound Dion’s thick wrists with the rope, I thought to myself.

I had planned to calm Dion down by manipulating his memory, but that won’t work. It was fortunate that Dietrich showed up and helped me restrain Dion, but if I tampered with his memory now, I wouldn’t be able to explain why Dion tried to harm himself.

He might even think I had cast some strange spell on Dion and driven him mad. If that happened, I’d be facing a dead end, no doubt about it.

It felt like the game’s difficulty had just spiked dramatically.

If only I had raised Dietrich’s affection level before we reached this point, the situation might’ve been a bit better…

<Dietrich’s affection has decreased!>

Thinking about that now doesn’t change anything.

I gave the system window with its unwelcome message a sharp glance, then slumped to the floor in front of Dion, who sat slouched on the floor.

“Saintess. Please explain what’s going on.”

“Yes. But first, could we stop the bleeding? This blood isn’t Dion’s—it’s mine.”

Dietrich paid no attention to my injury, and for some reason, that made me feel all the more disheartened. I muttered sullenly and waved my hand.

When the blood dripped from my palm in heavy drops, Dietrich frowned. His annoyance was written all over his face.

I knew it was because his affection level was low, but it still didn’t feel good. No one worried about my wound—I had to stop the bleeding myself.

“Saintess, I won’t ask for forgiveness for what I did. But if you untie me…”

Just as I was finishing tending to the wound, Dion, who had been sitting with his head down in a daze, looked up with bloodshot eyes and spoke.

If I untie you, then what?

I jutted my lips out and replied, “Sir Dion, are you still not thinking straight? That was just an illusion. Look—our bodies are fine, aren’t they?”

“An illusion…? But the sensation I felt then was definitely…”

“More importantly, what are you going to do about my wound? I got hurt trying to stop you.”

Dion stammered blankly. Just as I had said, there wasn’t a single trace left on our bodies from the eight days we’d spent wandering the mansion.

Unlike the first day, when I’d had to clean up after everything, there weren’t even traces of our relationship left. The only remaining evidence was the wound on my hand, caused by Dion’s rampage.

“That? What illusion are you talking about, Saintess?”

“Ask Sir Dion. You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, Grand Duke.”

Dietrich, who had been watching Dion open and close his mouth in front of my wound, now stepped into the conversation. His handsome expression was devoid of the hostility he had shown while restraining Dion.

I had no plans to pursue Dietrich in this round, so I answered bluntly.

Un-courted Dietrich was annoying. So was Dion, who, despite a high affection level, hadn’t listened to me at all.

But what really stung the most was that neither of them cared about my injury.

It was always like this—whenever I tried to capture someone, I had to endure this kind of coldness. It was upsetting. I still wasn’t about to give up on meeting my brother, but… I was still upset.

As I stroked my throbbing palm, I bit my lip.

I just want to finish this route quickly and get out of here…

“Dion, what exactly happened?”

“That’s…”

When Dion trailed off, Dietrich furrowed his brow in frustration. Leaving the two of them frowning at each other, I checked the system.

<Event – Character [Dion] Mansion Search (3) – not yet triggered.>

• If you do not attend the welcome banquet, the linked event will be canceled.

The welcome banquet was tomorrow.

***

On the way to the palace, Dietrich persistently interrogated Dion. Unable to withstand the questioning, Dion confessed his situation.

“I invited the Saintess to the mansion because I needed her help. It’s about the wound on my neck…”

“Who has a wound on their neck?”

“I’m talking about myself—who else?”

“I don’t see any wound, so I’m asking.”

“Well, it’s not a wound that’s normally visible. But the Saintess was able to see it.”

Dietrich wore an expression that said he couldn’t make any sense of it. As if he were looking at a demon that had bewitched Dion, he turned to stare at me—then broke into a smile the moment our eyes met.

It didn’t even take a second for his expression to change.

As we rode together in the same carriage, they continued their sharp-toned conversation, clearly not caring that I was right there with them.

“So you asked for her help because she’s the only one who can see it?”

“Yes.”

“…And the reason no one could reach you for a week?”

“…There were circumstances.”

It felt like they couldn’t talk openly with me present. Every time they started to speak, the moment they became aware of me, the conversation broke off.

Listening half-heartedly, I tilted my head, bored.

If you wanted to talk without me around, you should’ve just taken separate carriages in the first place.

Their awkward exchange eventually died out. Resting my forehead against the window, I turned my head and opened my eyes.

Dion seemed like he had something to say. After hesitating, he spoke to me in a resolute voice.

“Saintess.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll remain by your side until your hand heals.”

<Dion’s affection has slightly increased.>

“All right.”

“And also…”

“Sir Dion, I’m sorry, but I’m a little tired. I’d like to rest until we arrive at the palace.”

You didn’t care when I was actually hurt—what’s the point of this now?

Trying to calm my frayed nerves, I cut him off.

We hadn’t entered the next event yet—this level of sulking should be fine.

<Dion’s affection has slightly increased.>

<Dietrich’s affection has slightly decreased.>

Two opposing system messages appeared at the same time. Sitting across from Dion, Dietrich—who was next to me—smiled kindly and laid a thick blanket over my shoulders.

“You must be tired. We weren’t being considerate. Please rest until we arrive at the palace.”

“Thank you, Grand Duke.”

I pulled the blanket Dietrich had laid over me and replied. Though the blanket was soft, my wound throbbed as I moved my hand beneath it.

“…Ah.”

When I let out a small groan, Dion and Dietrich quickly turned to look at me. I tucked my hand under the blanket and closed my eyes, pretending not to notice their gaze.

<Dion’s affection has increased!>

<Dietrich’s affection has increased!>

Matching system messages appeared behind my closed eyelids.