I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 164

Dion, dressed in an immaculate uniform and with his already handsome face freshly groomed, knelt before me.

Under the bright light, his ears flushed red, and after taking a deep breath, Dion proposed to me.

“Will you marry me, Haniel?”

It was a plain proposal, without a single flourish. There were no declarations of wanting to be with me forever, or that he would love only me.

“…Hmm.”

I rubbed my chest as I looked at Dion’s face, gazing at me so carefully.

It felt strange.

When I decided to be with these people, I thought things like marriage wouldn’t move me. Even without getting married, I knew they would love me forever.

But at this moment, my heart was beating faster than I expected.

“Ah, no. This isn’t it… I had something prepared to say.”

As I pressed a hand to my chest and tilted my head, Dion fumbled with his words. Kneeling in front of me as I sat on the bench, he began patting around his waist, as if searching for something.

A piece of paper, worn at the edges from being read too many times, and a small box fell at my feet.

I picked up the box Dion had dropped first. Dion blinked at me, unable to even ask for it back, just watching the box now in my hands.

When I opened the box, Dion held his breath.

“I was supposed to open that… and show it to you,” he muttered in flustered embarrassment. I stood up from my seat and pulled Dion’s hand.

Pulled by my hand, Dion stood up.

Handing the box back to him, I smiled and held out my hand.

Put it on. Hurry.

Without saying a word, I wiggled my finger, and a faint smile began to form on Dion’s dazed face. The nervous expression faded as he placed the ring on my finger and, smiling, cupped my cheek.

The slightly awkward kiss lingered, and the system window announcing the end of the fourth playthrough appeared.

<The Saint Is a Spy – 4th Playthrough ->

<The fourth playthrough has been completed.>

<Character [Dion] Perfect Ending, ‘Only Love,’ has been collected.>

<The Perfect Ending allows you to remain in-game and view the epilogue.>

<Would you like to end the game?>

I slightly opened my eyes and carefully took in Dion’s face. Staying with Dion like this wouldn’t be a bad choice. But many people were still waiting for me.

Flushed cheeks, a clumsy proposal, Dion kneeling before me on a clear and sunny day, and the breeze that felt so pleasant—so I gazed at him for a long while, to remember all of it.

‘End.’

Once I had committed him fully to memory, I ended the game.

***

While I was reflecting on the game’s ending, Dion entered the room.

Seeing me sitting on the bed, he blushed. The last time I saw that flush, it had been from embarrassment and joy, but this time was different.

His eyes reddened to the corners as if holding something back, and he muttered in a suppressed voice, “You said you were too distracted to work… but if you don’t come out for this long, what am I supposed to do…”

“Hm?”

“I said it’s been a while!”

Since I didn’t catch what he said properly, I squinted and looked at him. He raised his voice.

“If you missed me, just say so. Why are you yelling?”

I chuckled as I replied, and Dion approached me with a frustrated expression.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he asked, “You seem fine, thank goodness. Did you get along with me over there?”

“Ah… Are you curious about how we spent our time?”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

“Dion, you proposed to me. We didn’t have a wedding, so I’m not sure what happened afterward.”

As I avoided his hand trying to sneak into mine and stood from the bed, he gaped. His eyes and mouth opened wide in surprise—it was a sight to behold. I waved at him with a grin.

As I got up and turned to avoid Dion, he caught me and pushed me onto the bed.

Pressing me into the mattress, Dion urged, “We didn’t have a wedding? Why not? Don’t tell me you rejected my proposal?”

He fired off questions without giving me a moment to answer, leaning in and pinning my shoulders to the bed.

It was a pose reminiscent of when he was possessed by the head of the family during the game. As Dion clung to me, begging for an answer, I reached for his forehead.

This would be quicker than explaining.

As I suddenly reached out, Dion leaned back, but I said, “You’re curious, aren’t you? Hold still.”

Dion furrowed his brow slightly and lowered his face. I placed my hand on his forehead as he looked down at me curiously and transmitted the memories of the fourth playthrough.

Dion, experiencing my power for the first time, showed a range of expressions.

When I passed on the memory of him being possessed and taking me by force, he turned pale. When he received the memory of me collapsing, the color drained entirely from his face. And when I gave him the memory of me catching him masturbating, his eyes widened and he froze.

I laughed as I watched the changes in his expression and finally passed on the most important memory—his proposal.

As Dion stiffened with shock, I pushed his shoulder and got up from the bed.

His dazed body, stunned by the memory, was easy to move.

Lying on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, Dion slowly covered his red face with both hands and muttered, “You accepted my proposal…”

“I never said I didn’t.”

I stood up with a laugh, half-heartedly responding to the murmuring voice muffled beneath the covers. Dion was lost in the memories.

Before he could collect himself and start showering me with affection, I left the room. There was an issue I had to deal with before the memories of the fourth playthrough faded.

Leaving Dion’s room, I ran toward Dietrich’s room—the closest among those I needed to meet.

<You have transmitted the information from the 4th playthrough to [Dion].>

• The result of this playthrough will be reflected in the real world outside the game.
• [Dion]’s issue has been resolved.

<The ability ‘Eyes of the Wraith’ has been changed to a passive skill.>

Huh?

As I rounded the corridor in search of Dietrich’s room, a sudden system window popped into my head, and I collided with someone walking straight toward me.

The man, who had tried to move aside as if it were the natural thing to do, recognized my face and immediately reached out. As I stumbled, losing balance, I fell right into his arms.

“Saintess?”

Dietrich looked at me with a bright smile. It held a sincerity far beyond what he ever showed in the game. His violet eyes shimmered with moisture.

He pulled me close with the arm wrapped around my waist.

“You’re back.”

“Dietrich.”

Quite the quick shift in attitude for someone who would have otherwise just sidestepped regardless of whether the other person fell or not.

If it weren’t me, Dietrich would’ve completely ignored the person he bumped into and called a servant to help them up.

And then he would’ve asked the servant to make sure the other person got home safely—pretending to be concerned all the while.

I couldn’t help but shudder at his noble character. While I was lost in that thought, Dietrich, without permission, began planting kisses on my cheek.

I shoved his face away with one hand and grabbed his chin tightly.

“Dietrich, I have a favor to ask.”

“Yes, go ahead. If it’s a request from you, Saintess, I’m always ready to carry it out with joy.”

He replied without hesitation, as though worshipping me.

His voice was filled with certainty, as if he’d do anything I asked. I sighed deeply and let go of his chin. Perhaps disappointed that my hand was gone, he released my waist and instead grabbed my hand.

“How about trying to treat someone other than me… with sincerity?”

“…What?”

“Tricia, or Adrian… or even someone I don’t know. That’s fine too.”

Dietrich wore an uncertain expression before smiling—a somewhat sorrowful one.

“Have you been uncomfortable with me always staying by your side?”

“No, it’s not that… I just thought it would be good if you got along with more people.”

“There’s no need.”

He replied firmly.

“The only person I can trust is you, Saintess. If you no longer need me…”

“I’m saying this because I’m worried you might end up alone.”

Dietrich said passionately, “As long as you’re here, I will never be alone.”

He replied with a level of conviction that made me worry for him.

***

“I’m worried about Dietrich.”

“You hit me in the head, and you’re worried about Dietrich?”

I shook my head with a sigh. Lucius, who had been handling paperwork with Adrian, rubbed the spot on his head where I had hit him and let out a hollow laugh.

Adrian, having seen Lucius get randomly smacked, quietly slid to a spot out of my reach and continued his work.

“Is there something wrong with Dietrich?”

Lucius, who had let out a sigh of disbelief, smoothed his disheveled hair and asked. He didn’t seem too bothered by the blow to the head.

It looked like what concerned him more was that I was worried about Dietrich.

Lucius cared for Dietrich.

I let out another sigh and said, “He said he doesn’t need anyone else if I’m around.”

“…So?”

“He should be close with others besides me, but I worry that he won’t be.”

“Is that really necessary?”

Listening seriously at first, Lucius then relaxed and asked again, “Dietrich only really trusts you and me.”

“…That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”

“If someone shows up who’s willing to risk their life for him without expecting anything in return, he might keep them close. But for now, you’re worrying over nothing, Saintess. It’s not needed.”

“You trust him. And he gets along with Dion. Seeing that, I feel like it might be possible for him to grow closer to others too…”

As I mumbled in a vague voice, Lucius smiled faintly and replied, “That’s why I’m saying it’s unnecessary. He’ll figure out who to keep close on his own.”

Then, with a lighter tone, he asked, “More importantly, who are you planning to go after next?”

“Next…”

I trailed off as I looked at Adrian, who was diligently working even as I chatted with Lucius.

Sensing my gaze, Adrian slowly lifted his head.

The next capture target I had in mind was Adrian.

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[SYSTEM] A future with a high likelihood of occurring has been detected, based on the existence of [Orias].

[SYSTEM] Upon collecting the perfect ending, [Orias]’s causality rate increases.

[SYSTEM] An error has been detected due to the increase in [Orias]’s causality rate.

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[SYSTEM] Correcting the error.

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[SYSTEM] [Orias]’s holy power is increasing. When the cumulative holy power reaches 100 percent, a new character, [Orias], will be created.

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