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Translator: Goku
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◈ The War Hero in the NTR Game Wants to Die ◈
Chapter 011
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Lingering Ties (5)
Roseline grabbed my face, holding it tightly so that I could only look at her.
I couldn't tell where her hands were going.
If we stayed like this, we'd both drink the same thing and die.
Is that not allowed?
Is it wrong to die like that?
I don't think it would be so bad to die at the same time, drinking the same thing as a woman I somewhat liked.
But I won't die, will I?
Even if I die countless times, what life could be more terrible than one where death is denied?
It's literally a life no different from Sisyphus, destined to roll a stone forever.
What should I say first?
What action should I take first?
Should I push her away first?
Should I pull out my dagger and cut Roseline's wrist?
I had clearly left the battlefield, yet no moderate solution came to mind.
As if I were trapped there.
Since I didn't meet her lips, Roseline pressed in closer.
"You don't like it?"
Her distinctive perfume scent wafted right up to my nose.
Smelling the floral scent mixed with the woman's body odor in the confined room, my head inevitably grew dizzy.
Especially if it was the woman who had just killed me, and then died herself after killing me.
Space and atmosphere always decide everything.
At first, she lightly met my lips with nothing between us, then pulled away slightly, grabbed the back of my neck with one hand to prevent me from looking anywhere else… and then pulled a glass of liquor from behind her.
And holding it in her mouth, she approached me again.
Dying from poison wasn't as painful as I thought.
Perhaps that's because Roseline prepared it.
Because she disliked pain immensely.
Because she was the type of person who would choose emotional pain over physical pain.
Once again, her lips slowly approached.
I grabbed Roseline's face with one hand, pushing her away so she couldn't open her mouth.
Her pupils widened.
As I pushed her away, gripping her face, Roseline stumbled backward weakly.
The corner of the table seemed to catch her back, and the liquor bottles and glasses lined up on it tumbled down, crashing and breaking on the floor.
The sound of glass shards scattering everywhere sounded like someone exhaling a gasp of breath.
As I pressed down on her jaw to prevent her from opening her mouth, what she was holding had nowhere to go.
Her Adam's apple, unable to swallow or spit, finally twitched on its own and swallowed it.
Red liquid oozed from between her lips and ran down her chin.
I don't know if she wasn't resisting or couldn't.
Liquor spilled from the broken bottle spread beneath her back, and her blue hair stuck to the wet wooden floor.
The smell of spilled wine, and an indescribably pungent odor beneath it, stung my nose.
And… ultimately, only the sound of Roseline swallowing the poisonous liquor she held in her mouth was heard most clearly in the room.
Only then did I release her.
"Ha, haa… uh, hmph… Weren't you only looking at me just now?"
Roseline smiled faintly even after drinking the poison, and continued speaking calmly.
"You'll probably regret this for the rest of your life."
"...Regret it?"
"You just killed someone like me with your own hands… Wouldn't it be stranger not to regret it?"
"Do you know how many I've killed, that I'd regret killing just you?"
"I don't care about that. It's just… I think you'll be sad."
Blood flowed from Roseline's nose.
She wiped her philtrum with the back of her hand, then looked at the smeared blood and let out a light, hollow laugh.
And then she slumped down.
Even slumped on the floor, she looked up at me from below, as if determined to meet my gaze.
"At times like this, shouldn't you at least be a little surprised…?"
Each time she spoke, blood would fall from her mouth, making her pronunciation slurred… but her words didn't feel like they were merely passing by my ears, but rather striking them.
With those words, Roseline collapsed completely.
Lying on the floor, she still had hazy eyes and was spitting out red fluid.
The room vibrated with the smell.
The scent of blood and wine dissolved in a bloody fluid surged, and an indescribably potent smell began to fill the room.
It felt like… the scent of fruit often found in perfume, or simply an unpleasant stench of blood.
The dying Roseline slightly raised her hand, wiggled her fingers, then trembled and slammed her hand onto the floor.
Her arm fell into the pool of blood, making a squelching sound.
As I stared blankly at the sight… I realized my eyes were trembling uncontrollably.
And that I didn't want to see such things.
My hand had unconsciously drawn a dagger.
As the blade met my eyes, it instantly plunged into my neck.
Just as it always had.
As when I was afraid on the front lines, as when I was afraid before the family head, I stabbed my neck with the dagger.
And after slitting it, I pulled out the blade.
Always, without my knowing.
So… was Roseline's death something for me to be afraid of?
『Sometimes I wondered if someone like you was even worthy of me… but another man who would be suitable for me… would be too successful to listen to me like you do. Is that a compliment? Of course it's a compliment. So, Riehen. Don't even bring up joining a knight order. You'll only be ignored for your lack of skill anyway. Though I doubt anyone would accept you. I just… think it's a good idea for trash to stay trash. Why are you looking at me like that? Did you expect me to cheer you on?』
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"Hey, Riehen. Now that I think about it… do you know we've never properly kissed? At most, we only ever just touched lips."
"......Roseline."
Even after thinking it over carefully, no way to stop her came to mind.
But… had I ever actually stopped anything or dissuaded anyone before?
I either broke through what blocked me, or I always took the lead.
I hate being swayed by people.
Whether it was Riehen, Gryan, or this woman in front of me.
Though, considering that, I've always been swayed.
Honestly, if I had my way… I wish Roseline would just die.
How good it would be if she just died without anyone knowing, never appearing before my eyes.
To the point where even if I slit my throat and came back, I couldn't save Roseline.
Didn't I barely love her in the first place?
It was a marriage arranged by our parents, wasn't it?
She was a woman who always ignored me every time we met, and though she allowed me by her side… she only met me if I wore a leash. Do I still want to save even such a woman, thinking she's good enough?
After killing so many.
After killing so many enemies who begged for their lives on the front lines… those who had no weapons in their hands.
And turning away from comrades who might have been saved if I'd died just once, saying they were fated to die anyway.
A fucked-up, selfish, worm-like bastard.
Riehen is a bastard.
Nothing else can possibly explain it.
Roseline slowly approached.
This time too, she slowly offered her lips.
So this time, I held the back of her head lightly with my left hand, firmly gripping her arm with my right hand to prevent her from moving, and then met her lips.
She stayed still as if flustered, so I slowly worked my lips, then began to entwine tongues.
A scent emanated.
They say mages don't have an unpleasant odor, don't they?
Roseline, who was said to have a talent for alchemy, seemed to be the same.
Because only her unique wine scent and the fragrance of some unknown wildflower rose from her body odor.
At first, Roseline remained still even after being held by me, but as soon as I inserted my tongue, her body squirmed.
But even so, she couldn't move while being held.
With her mouth sealed so she couldn't even breathe properly, I held her for a long time, then slowly pulled my lips away.
Then I wiped my mouth and stood up.
I now stood looking down at Roseline.
"Eh, ah, j-just a moment! Riehen, I, I didn't come here to do… ugh, uht… th-this… uht…"
Roseline, who had been breathing heavily with reddened cheeks, opened her mouth again, but I immediately cut her off.
Then I dragged her to the bed and threw her down.
When I placed my hand on her back and slowly began to grope, this time Roseline pushed me away slightly.
I complied and moved back.
Pretending to voice my dissatisfaction in my own way.
Honestly, I wish she would just run out of the room like this.
Because I didn't want to stay alone in a room with the woman who had just killed me.
Because even if I rolled around in bed like this, I felt like I'd have to stay up all night with my eyes open.
"Why, you were the one who seduced me first."
"No… I, I didn't come hoping for something like this…."
"You said let's pretend the broken engagement never happened, didn't you? You dislike it so much when I approach you… You just needed the prestige of the Gryan name."
"That's not it…!"
"If that's not it, then why don't you keep going? What, did the mood break, so you can't do it?"
Roseline blushed and averted her gaze.
Her fingertips were trembling slightly.
This was the first time I had seen Roseline like this.
Because she was always someone who looked down on me, only ever scolding me.
"Do you really have the right to call me a male whore?"
"That was just in the heat of the moment earlier…."
"Even when I take your words at face value, you act as if it's obvious, you push me away when I approach, and you're acting like this even now?"
"......"
"There's no way I could love someone like you."
"...I don't want to hear it."
"You know there's no man who could love a woman who acts like this anyway… so you came to me desperately, like grasping at a straw, didn't you? After thinking it over, it seemed I was the best option. Not because you loved me, but because I seemed better."
"I said I don't want to hear it!"
"Then get out, Roseline. Don't do this here."
"......"
Roseline looked at me with slightly tearful eyes, as if throwing a tantrum.
What more could we possibly say here?
Roseline, who had been on the verge of tears, wiped her eyes… but showed no intention of getting up from the bed.
I tidied my outer garments appropriately, then looked at the mirror.
My lips were red, so I roughly wiped them and left the room.
I wanted to look back, but held myself back as much as possible.
Roseline still didn't try to stop me.
Because, as always, it would have to be Riehen who approached.
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