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Translator: Goku
Editor: Sty
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◈ The War Hero in the NTR Game Wants to Die ◈
Chapter 004
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Fading Dream (3)
I want some water.
Just having to lay eyes on someone I don't particularly want to be close to is quite a torment.
"What… what are you saying…"
Rione bit her lower lip.
Between her trembling lips, a soft, trembling voice escaped.
"Is that… is that something an older brother would say to his younger sister?"
Her voice was tinged with a faint dampness.
It didn't seem like a feeling someone who had just been wishing death upon me should possess, so I merely found it amusing.
"To a sister, t-to a sister, calling her an orphan, is that something to say?"
"Why are you acting so shocked? And why are you my sister?"
Anyway, it seemed I was half-disowned already, and my relationship with Rione couldn't get any worse.
"……Why am I not your sister?"
"Someone like you, a bitch who devoured her mother to crawl out, couldn't possibly be family."
"……."
That last one wasn't my true feelings, but Riehen's, I think.
That stupid mama's boy.
Clinging to a mother who isn't even there.
He should have just lived like a scoundrel, drinking from the bottle like me from the start.
Then he wouldn't have kept all his words, both spoken and unspoken, festering inside until even his heart rotted away.
What a state I'm in.
Fucking Gryan.
Duke Gryan, the Gryan in front of me, and Riehen Gryan are all fucking unbearable.
I'd love to kill them all, but it seems like I can't kill one no matter what I do, and the other one won't die even if I kill it.
Unfortunately.
"S-stop talking."
"Since I was born, not once have I ever thought of someone like you as a sister."
Whatever I thought, perhaps due to the alcohol, the words flowed naturally from my mouth.
As if these words had to come out.
Rione was also a sub-heroine who could be romanced.
However, she was an ambiguous heroine without a main route, and thus no proper ending.
She values family and affection far more than one would expect.
Having never received proper love since birth, she yearns for it even more, yet doesn't show it outwardly.
After all, people naturally yearn for what they've never had.
Yet, this same deprived worm, just because she's a bit good at wielding a sword, goes around acting all pushy.
I merely lack talent, but that child doesn't even know what love is.
Anyway, Rione listened to my words, then stiffened and stared at me.
Her expression didn't harden or contort.
No tears welled in her eyes, nor did her breathing falter.
Rione simply stared at me.
As she didn't utter a single word no matter how much time passed, I got up and fetched the liquor from the cupboard.
As I moved about the room, Rione's gaze followed me.
Ignoring her, I leaned back on the sofa and drank straight from the bottle once more.
My throat burned and my stomach churned.
Still, I didn't want to think anything, didn't want to utter a single word, so I poured alcohol down my throat.
Wanting to forget that I lived under the same sky as the woman before me.
Wanting to forget the fact that I couldn't be free even if I died hundreds, thousands of times.
As I mindlessly drank, I felt a burning sensation in my chest, and my vision blurred.
Throughout all this, Rione still stood blankly before me, staring at me.
* * *
A knock sounded, and I opened my eyes.
It seemed I had dozed off for a moment.
Judging by my throbbing head.
My stomach churned, and with every breath, only a repulsive smell entered.
My legs had no strength at all.
I don't know how much time had passed.
At the very least, the sun was still out.
All I've drunk so far is alcohol, but if I starve to death, will I return to just before starving to death?
I don't particularly want to sacrifice my body to test that.
Once more, a knock sounded.
"...Come in."
A neatly dressed butler I'd never seen before entered and spoke softly.
"Young Lady Rione says she will personally train you, so please come out."
"...Tell her to go fuck herself."
The butler didn't leave even after hearing that.
I picked up a glass and hurled it; only after it hit his head did the butler exit the room.
Not long after, Rione burst into the room, two wooden swords in hand and a furious expression on her face.
She strode into the room and opened her mouth.
"Didn't you hear what I said? To come out?"
Then she threw one of the wooden swords to me.
The wooden sword, which I didn't catch, fell to the floor.
"Why should I?"
"A person of the Gryan family… must not neglect their training even for a day."
"...Bullshit."
Rione approached and swung her wooden sword, shattering the liquor bottle I was holding.
"Pick up the sword."
Glass shards flew and made a mess of my hand.
Even then, as I didn't get up, Rione kicked me.
She threw the fallen wooden sword at me again, as I lay sprawled on the floor, unable to dodge.
"Pick it up, pick it up."
"...Why are you stirring up trouble when even the head of the family is staying quiet?"
"You should have just died and not returned."
"……."
"If you had just died, it would've ended simply. No one would have mourned, and it would have been over. Why, why do I have to hear such things from a worthless bastard like you!?"
If she was going to throw a tantrum, she should have done it earlier, why now?
Perhaps because I'd only been drinking and not eating, nausea rose up.
Though nothing came out, of course.
Even then, Rione slowly approached me, holding her wooden sword.
She stopped for a moment before me, then raised the wooden sword with trembling hands.
And with all her might, she brought it down on my head.
Every time the wooden sword struck my face, the sound of shattering echoed.
Even if I waved my hands, the sword was strangely angled, hitting my head, so I couldn't block it.
Pick up the sword, she said.
"This fucking, fucking… why, why do I have to hear such things from a bastard like you? You trash, failure, bug-like bastard. You're the eldest son, yet you can't do anything. You were born the eldest son, yet you're a cripple who can't inherit the position of head of the family… even now, you can't even properly wield a sword…"
"Wait… you c-crazy bitch……"
"W-why do I have to hurt? They were just words from a wretch like you, so why, why does it hurt so much!?"
[Synchronization Rate Increased! 0.2%↑]
[Affection level has increased.]
It seemed I had died.
But it was different from usual.
Far from reviving, I could see my own head, half-smashed.
And above it, the crazy bitch was still bringing down her wooden sword, turning my head into a pulp.
『This fucking shit, did you think I couldn't do it? Did you think I couldn't!?』
My already swollen eyes were crushed and sunken.
『Die, just die and don't say anything. Don't utter a single word, because I don't want to hear anything you say, so fucking die.』
My forehead was shattered, and brain matter splattered.
『You were nothing to me, fucking good riddance you're dead, you bastard. You worthless piece of trash who doesn't even deserve the Gryan surname!! What, you never even thought of someone like me as a sister? What the fuck, considering me your sister just at your own convenience. You worthless piece of trash who doesn't know your place!』
She kept striking my already thoroughly shattered head until the wooden sword broke.
Rione picked up the other wooden sword from the floor, the one she had thrown to me earlier.
『It's a relief you're dead! Fucking, you disgusting bastard, only you! Only you enjoyed it all! I never even got to meet her! Mom, a mom I've never even met, there's no way she'd hate me, right!? Th-that fucking mouth… this… fucking bastard…… Ugh, sniffle, sob, no, you're nothing, you're nothing to me…….』
[Affection level has increased.]
『B-Big Brother? W-Wake up. Why... w-why can't you get up? How arrogant.』
Rione stared blankly into space, then bit her lower lip.
Before long, her lips began to quiver.
『I said, get up.』
Rione lightly poked my head with the tip of her sword.
Not that poking something that didn't even retain a trace of its original form, resembling a lump of red pancake batter, would bring back an answer, though.
『Are you dead?』
Rione slumped right onto the floor and stared blankly at my corpse.
Shards of glass on the floor embedded themselves into her hand, causing blood to seep out.
Without paying it any mind, she stared blankly down at my corpse.
[Affection level has increased.]
[You cannot pursue this character yet due to insufficient affection.]
Only then did my eyes open.
"Why, why do I have to hear such things from a worthless bastard like you!?"
Rione staggered and raised her sword upwards.
"Why, why do I have to hear such things from a worthless bastard like you!?"
Just as I had seen.
"You trash, failure, bug-like bastar… Ugh!?"
As I picked up the wooden sword from the floor, I slightly tilted my head, dodging the descending sword.
Then, I jabbed Rione in the solar plexus, just as she was about to raise her sword again.
Rione gasped for breath and stumbled.
The wooden sword in the girl's hand fell to the floor.
She didn't look to be in good shape.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she had faint dark circles beneath them.
Not that it was any of my business.
Crawling to the wall, I leaned my back against it, steadied my ragged breathing, and then used the wooden sword to prop myself up.
If I left her like this, she'd probably catch her breath and come after me, so I kicked Rione in the stomach as she leaned against the wall, catching her breath.
And I threw away the wooden sword I was holding.
Affection, huh. Affection.
Does breaking my head increase affection?
I don't want my head to keep getting smashed just to try and raise some affection, which I have no way of seeing or knowing how to get.
I know that [Endlog] is a game where you can see an ending if you fully romance a heroine, but…
"……I can't stay here."
I don't want to stay in a place like this and do the idiotic act of seducing my younger sister.
It'll be the same for me and Riehen.
I glanced at Rione, who was curled up and sobbing, gasping for air, then slowly walked out of the room.
As soon as I came out, all the servants nearby looked at me, then turned their heads and resumed their tasks.
Well, it's my fault for crawling in when there was never a place for me here to begin with.
Still, I thought I'd be able to rest for a while.
I lightly pushed aside the butler, who was chattering something as he approached, and walked out through the mansion's main gate.
Even though the sun must have been setting, the sunlight was excessively bright.
It was so dazzling that nothing registered in my vision.
I knew well that I had nowhere to go, so why did I crawl all the way back here?
Perhaps.
Perhaps 'Riehen' thought that his father and sister would welcome him back as a war hero.
Because this fucking bastard is the kind of fool who would do exactly that.
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